"They invited me to the house......" Ning An said uneasily, a little afraid to see Isabella's disappointed eyes

"But I'll spend more time with you at home." He hurriedly added.

"Guest?" Isabella closed the door to the refrigerator

"That's a good thing!" Her eyebrows fluttered, and she looked happy.

"But ......," Ning An said in surprise, "you will feel lonely......"

"Listen to Ning An." Isabella looked at him and laughed

"As you can see...... I'm an old woman with some savings......" she quipped to herself

"I don't think I'm going to rely on the company of others to relieve my loneliness, even though we all know that companionship is important."

Ning An nodded and continued to listen.

"I also have my own life of peace, you can rest assured," Isabella said softly, "I think I will travel to France next month, and I wanted to take you with me." She looked regretful

"But companionship doesn't mean you're always around, does it?"

Isabella laughed again and said, "Remember to send me a letter, but it's better not to send this one—uh, what?" Long-eared owl, ...... to long-eared owl"

"It's called Frigga and Isabella...... "Ning An duly added.

"Well, Friega, I want to say that I don't have beef with me to feed it." Isabella smiled from the bottom of her heart and said:

"I'm glad you can, Ning'an, you can be in ...... Well, that world makes friends, you know I used to be worried...... You're so thin, and you look a little different...... I used to worry. ”

"Oh, Isa - I've made great friends, a great bunch of friends." Ning An said softly.

"Then I'll be relieved." Isabella smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, Ning An could see that what she said was true, after all, as a Muggle, Isabella couldn't lie in front of Ning An, who had learned to take the devotion.

Ning An only felt that a big stone in his heart was put down, and he even joked happily: "Don't worry, Isa, I will graduate from Hogwarts in six years, and we can travel again, maybe you won't want to go to France then?" I can take you to Egypt to see dragons or something......"

"No, never—when I was a child, my grandmother used to scare me with fairy dragons, so I wouldn't go." Isabella also made a horrified expression.

Looking at her spirited appearance, Ning An was also relieved.

"Where does your friend live? Wizards also live in—I mean, in ordinary neighborhoods? Isabella asked curiously.

"Uh...... I don't think it's going to be such a community. Ning An thought for a while and replied, "But it's also in England, I remember it's in Leicestershire." ”

"Oh? So how are you going to get there? Isabella made herself a cup of favorite black tea and asked Ning An by the way

"Would you like some tea, Ning An?"

"No, thank you." Ning An rushed over to clean up the table where Fu Lijia had just finished eating, and it was made sticky "I'll take the train over......"

"Huh? Wizards also travel by train? Isabella's disappointed voice could be heard in the distance.

Ning An tugged at the corners of her mouth, not understanding what a wizard in her mind should look like.

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After getting Ning An's reply, Frijia flapped her wings and flew away. Ning An was also a little impatient. From time to time, he took out his wand and stroked it gently, he hadn't used magic since he returned here, and holding the pitch-black ebony wand at this time, he couldn't control the urge to cast a spell in his heart.

But what Ning An didn't expect was that before she left, Isabella was ready to leave, according to her, she had to go to Brussels before going to France.

Ning An felt that Isabella just wanted to get together with her friends as soon as possible, and he was very moved in his heart, secretly thinking that he might be able to ask Snape some potions this semester to see if he could make Isabella's body healthier and live longer.

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After Isabella leaves, Ning An also embarks on his own journey. He hasn't received a letter from the school yet, so he doesn't have a list of books for this year, but Ning An knows that there will be books such as "Breaking with a Female Ghost", "Walking with Trolls", "Wandering with Werewolves" and so on. Because of Gildero? Lockhart will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for the year.

"I really don't want to spend money on books that don't make sense."

Ning An sighed quietly, he was sitting on a long-distance train to Northumberland, which would pass through Leicestershire on the way.

Ning An remembered that the stop he was going to get off at was called Shafiq, a name that was very easy to remember.

However, after really arriving at the station, Ning An was completely stupid. He was the only one who got off at this stop. Trains don't stop at any platforms. It's just an uninhabited hut in a remote forest.

There was no ticket inspector, no conductor, and the place where he got off the train was only a dilapidated log cabin, surrounded by lush yew and birch trees, and in the distance was an endless oak forest, although the scenery full of cornflowers and marigolds was extremely beautiful, but Ning An, who was lost, had no time to admire. He was left in a valley where no one was around.

"It's weird, how could there be a stop here."

Ning An couldn't understand the meaning of this stop, but fortunately, the moist and warm breeze with a slight fresh fragrance combed his frizzy mood.

Ning An calmed down, dragged his luggage, and left the gravel-strewn path to the hut that looked like it was unknown how many years old.

He looked through the transparent glass window between the wooden window frames, and there was actually someone in the room!

It was an old man with a head full of silver-white messy hair and a gray beard, and he was lying in a large green cotton coat on a rocking chair in the middle of the room, with an empty whiskey bottle thrown next to the chair.

With such a summer still wearing cotton clothes, Ning An felt that he must have drunk too much. However, seeing that this place was deserted, he could only knock on the door of the cabin.

"Bang Dang" Ning An only heard the sound of the bottle falling to the ground inside, and thought to himself, "It seems that he is still holding a bottle of wine in his arms." ”

Then after a while, the door opened, and it was the silver-haired old man who was sitting in the rocking chair just now, and at this time, facing him, Ning An saw that the skin on this person's face was almost dyed red, and he had a big rosacea, and he looked like a drunkard like his life.

The old man looked at Ning An with a drunken body, his eyes were still a little unconscious, it seemed that he had a hangover last night.

"Hello." Ning An had to speak first.

"Hell......" The drunken old man rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he couldn't believe that a teenage child was standing in front of him.

"Is anyone really going to come to this hellish place?"

Ning An watched the old man's movements, smiled wryly and said, "Sir, don't rub it, I'm just here to ask for directions......"

"Oh my God...... Damn, it doesn't look like I've drunk too much," the drunkard old man touched his big nose, made a strange snort, and then said impatiently:

"I think you're on the wrong side, just wait here and sit in when the next car comes," he said, turning to get back into the house.

"I don't think I sat on the wrong station," Ning An saw that the other party seemed to think of himself as a child who had sat on the station, so he didn't plan to explain more, he followed up and asked:

"I would like to ask how to get to Count Shafiq's house?"

At first, Calidora only told Ning An that her home was in Shafiq, Leicestershire, where there was Shafiq Valley, and her home was the home of the Earl of Shafiq.

Ning An had thought that this would be a very lively place, that Count Shafiq's home would be in the center of the city, and that he was now beginning to regret his original fantasy.

Not to mention the city, there is only one drunk old drunkard who even asks for directions.

However, when he said "Count Shafiq's home", Ning An heard the sound of a bottle falling to the ground with a "bang". The bottle of wine that the old man had in his hand fell to the ground again.

"It's sturdy." Ning An thought to himself: "I fell twice and didn't break." ”

But the drunkard old man in front of him was not as calm as him, he staggered backwards in a "jingle bell" sound, and finally sat down on the ground, Ning An saw that the room was full of empty wine bottles.

The old man's face was flushed and terrified, as if standing before him was not a little boy, but a terrifying monster that had chosen to devour people. He shouted in a high-pitched, frightened voice

"Damn it! Damn it! Are you looking for ...... What are you looking for in that house? He sat on the ground, still crawling backwards with his hands propped up, desperately trying to get away from Ning An.

"I knew – how could anyone be here! It must be those...... Those horrible things......"

Ning An couldn't calm the old man's emotions no matter what he said, but made him even more excited, and even began to throw empty wine bottles in the house at Ning An non-stop.

Finally, he approached him in Ning'an and shouted, "Please calm down!" I'm just here to ask for directions! After that, he actually fainted with a sniff.

Ning An was startled, he squatted down, reached out and sniffed out before he breathed a sigh of relief, just now he thought he had scared the poor old man to death.

The only person who could ask also fainted, Ning An had a great headache, and he swore that he would definitely ask the address next time he asked.

Now, if there was no other way, he might have to risk being warned or even punished by the Ministry of Magic by using a pointing spell.

Just now, he had also tried the sensing of the magic mark, it may be that the distance between him and Daphne was more than a few hundred meters, so he didn't sense any magic fluctuations.

"Be sure to improve this magic mark this semester." Ning An secretly made up her mind.

However, just as he helped the fainted old drunkard back to the rocking chair, he actually happened to catch a glimpse of a stack of books stacked on the table next to the rocking chair, and in the middle of several books, there seemed to be a map, which was showing a corner at this time, and was seen by Ning An.

"Heaven willing, it must be Shafiq's map." Ning An closed his eyes in prayer and suddenly pulled out the piece of paper that looked like a map.