The magical world is a small existence in billions of time and space, of course, most of them are material planes, and any fantasy magical world is rare, or it is better to say that for the vast universe, life is a very rare thing, not to mention the world composed of intelligent life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the next second, Wang Yong had already appeared on the streets of London.

The switch of light and darkness made Wang Yong quite uncomfortable. From a bright world, he suddenly entered the world-famous fog capital. The whole of London seemed to be shrouded in some kind of blue-gray light, and the whole world was gloomy, and Wang Yong could see a corner of Big Ben in the distant horizon.

In an instant, I came to London in another time and space, which is really unimaginable.

Suddenly, he found that the British were really tall, and he saw that they all had to raise their heads and pad their feet.

He looked down at himself, "What's going on?" "I saw something immature little hands and feet. A child in a wizard's robe, standing alone on the streets of London in the 90s, how to look at it.

"You're eleven again, kid." Xiao Yi said in an old-fashioned manner.

Wang Yong's mind was a little confused, the address of his home, what time is it.

"Don't worry. Your home is in the suburbs of London, and your parents are orphans of wizards from China, and your parents were biubiu by Voldemort in the **** years. Growing up alone, he was the same year as the great savior Harry Potter. “

"Don't you even have a house-elf?"

"No, living on your own, well, that's it."

Wang Yong also admires his fictional identity, he can support himself from the age of one, he is really a god from heaven.

Wang Yong finally found that he could understand London English, as proficient as his native language. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with my three-legged cat English, it is very difficult to live a normal life, let alone study here.

Touching his pocket, he found that there were still a few hundred pounds in his pocket: "I love you to death, Xiao Yi." “

Wang Yong barely remembered the address of his home in this world.

Found the subway station and went back.

It was June, early summer in London, and the weather was generally not very bad, although it looked foggy.

The subway station is also meters to what people.

Wang Yong sat in a corner of the subway, and the speed of the subway in London was not very fast, just enough for Wang Yong to have time to think about some problems.

He looked at the darkness outside the subway, and suddenly had a different idea in his heart.

"Xiao Yi? What about my magical talents? “

"You have a little spiritual talent yourself, and with my help, it should be said that you can reach Hermione's level."

"That's it." Wang Yong's face couldn't help but be a little solemn. The magic of the Harry Potter world itself is not a storage role like the martial arts world and the Xianxia world. Rather, his own magical talent is like a pipe for the pouring of magical power. The power of magic itself is generally not depleted, perhaps because the magic power comes from the outside world, and it is only used to exert itself. And the magical talent is the thickness of this pipe.

Like Harry Potter's own magical talent, it can be said that it is on par with Voldemort. Hermione's own efforts can be described as good, but her magical talent can only be described as mediocre.

Xiao Yi saw Wang Yong's thoughts and said, "Don't worry so much, we don't just travel through this world, maybe the next world will have something that can improve your magical talent." ”

"Yes." Wang Yong's mood calmed down, and he traveled through so many worlds, so he didn't have to worry about the gains and losses of one city and one place.

Wang Yong saw an abandoned newspaper, The Times, next to him. April 1991. Fortunately, Wang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, if he didn't make a mistake, this year would be the day when the great savior classmate Harry Potter entered school. I was fortunate enough to enroll in the same year as him, so I needed to take a certain amount of risk, but more importantly, I could get in touch with more strange things, which was quite radical. As long as you don't die and don't destroy the development of the plot on a large scale, everything can develop as usual. I hope so.

But Wang Yong already had a certain plan in his heart at this time.

Wang Yong soon arrived at the place he could call home in the wizarding world, a detached house, the high roof hinted at the abundance of rain in this London, it was very quiet, and the streets of the neighborhood were rarely frequented, but it was still full of life, and it did not look ghostly. No matter how bold Wang Yong was, he didn't dare to die in a strange place. What's more, this is the wizarding world, although it looks very comfortable, but you can also see some terrifying shadows from some sidelines.

Wang Yong opened the door and walked around the house, which looked normal on the surface, but there was no doubt that it was a wizard's house. The broom in the corner looked normal, but as soon as Wang Yong beckoned, it jumped abnormally, obviously a flying broomstick. Wang Yong walked around the study, which was full of some wizards' books. For example, A History of Magic in England, The Twenty-One Principles of Transfiguration, How to Make Money in a Muggle World - Walking on the Edge of the Law...... Wang Yong looked at these book collections, and they were still good. Wang Yong also found a book tightly tied with a belt, and when Wang Yong touched it, it struggled wildly, apparently legendary - "The Book of Monsters of the Monsters". There is also a book that barely shows up in the sand, which should be "The Invisible Book of Invisibility". But how to use these books and how to read them, Wang Yong is still at a loss.

Maybe I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Wang Yong said to himself.

In the evening, Wang Yong rummaged through the refrigerator, which contained some meat and a small amount of vegetables. After Wang Yong finished eating, he casually flipped through some magic books, which were still a little too advanced for him. Lie in bed.

The weak sunset shone through the window on Wang Yong's immature face, "Sure enough, it's still a little lonely." ”

All of a sudden, I came to such an unfamiliar place. Not a single acquaintance.

"Ding-dong." The doorbell rang.

Wang Yong sat up, "Who is it, it can't be a gangster, in my current state, it is really a dead end to meet a bandit." ”

Although he said this, Wang Yong still came downstairs and looked through the cat's eye, it was a relatively young woman with a little girl. The woman wore a single-lens glasses and wore a beige wizard's robe.

Wang Yong tilted his head: "Strange." ”

Then, he opened the door, which should not be a threat.

"Wang Yong!" The woman hugged Wang Yong all of a sudden, so that Wang Yong's little head was buried deep between her plumpness, and for a moment, he was a little suffocated.

"Welfare!" Wang Yong shouted in his heart. But it didn't work for eggs.

"Aunt Bones, put him down quickly, and see how proud he is." The little girl pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.