In any case, the most important thing is to have the power to protect yourself. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fang Yan browsed the information passed on to him by the "Inheritance Wu Jing" in his mind, and countless wonderful knowledge immersed him in it.

Jeffrey Field may have considered that the person who obtained the "Inheritance Witch Crystal" may be a powerless mortal, so in the information received in the dialect, in addition to the origin of the "Inheritance Witch Crystal" and the wizard's enlightenment method, there are also some small techniques that can be used without becoming a wizard, and the means of self-preservation in the mortal stage are such as knight swordsmanship and elementary herbology.

Knight swordsmanship is a swordsmanship practiced by a profession called "knight" in the wizarding world, and after cultivating to the peak and becoming a great knight, it has the strength of no less than a high-level wizard apprentice. But that's all there is to it, and there is no way to compete with a true wizard in any case.

Herbology is a subject that every wizard must learn to master. Elementary herbalism, on the other hand, is a kind of knowledge that can be mastered by mortals without strength, and can be used to concoct potions to treat diseases and heal wounds. However, for wizard apprentices who have not yet mastered witchcraft, the most useful thing is of course poison that can kill and injure enemies.

Dialects are quite interested in this. Elementary pharmacy records of paralyzing the enemy's nerves, aphasia that can make people lose the ability to speak, and a nightmare potion that can make a village die silently in a dream...... and other miracle potions, all of which made him dizzy and amazed.

It's a pity that Fang Yan sighed, he had never heard of the names of the drugs recorded on them, let alone the ones that made them.

Fang Yan had only seen the knight's swordsmanship, and his interest was now completely attracted to the transcendent profession of wizarding.

After looking at it for a while, Fang Yan's brows couldn't help frowning. According to the records on the "Inheritance of Witch Crystals", the classification of wizards is very rigorous, and there are traces to follow step by step.

The first rank is the Wizard Apprentice. Although a wizard apprentice is not a real wizard, he can also use apprentice-level witchcraft, which is far from something that ordinary mortals can compete with. And if you want to become a wizard apprentice, you must open up the spiritual sea and build a witchcraft model in the spiritual sea.

And if you want to open up the spiritual sea, you must first have an enlightenment thing, so that you can open up the spiritual sea through the wizard enlightenment circle. This is also the reason for the frowning of the dialect. The object of enlightenment is not an extraordinary thing, but an object that must contain spiritual power, but under the current conditions of the dialect, where can he find an object that contains spiritual power.

"Enlightenment thing-" Fang Yan muttered, and suddenly he thought of the events that happened in Sean's memory, and his brows couldn't help but furrow, "If this is really the Harry Potter world, it's not difficult to find items with spiritual powers......"

A loud voice came from Fang Yan's stomach, and an unspeakable hunger interrupted Fang Yan's train of thought.

"Damn it!" Holding his stomach, Fang Yan scolded helplessly. He had never tasted hunger when he was on Earth before. Looking back at Sean's memory, he found that his body hadn't eaten for two days, and he hadn't starved to death yet.

Charities such as orphanages and welfare homes generally do not have a source of income of their own, and rely entirely on government subsidies and donations from well-wishers, and their economic situation is generally not very good. The same is true of the orphanage in the city of London, where the orphans are often limited to one meal a day due to financial constraints, and the food given to Sean today has been snatched away by the orphans who bullied him, and he has not even eaten a bite.

"I can't stay in an orphanage any longer!" The tongue is decided in the heart. From the director of the orphanage to the orphans, they all regard Sean as a freak and a demon, not only often starving him, but also often abusing and beating him. Now that the tongue has taken possession of this body, he is not going to suffer this sin again, so he decides to leave the orphanage and leave tonight!

"Oh, this damn kid can't get hungry!" Fang Yan helplessly endured his hunger, and focused his attention on the knowledge of "inheriting Wu Jing", so as to survive the period until dark.

………………

In the middle of the night, the stars twinkled in the dark sky, paving the earth with a faint silver glow.

A small figure shuttled under the corner eaves of the orphanage, slowly moving in the direction of the back wall.

"No one!" Fang Yan cautiously poked his head out and scanned the movement around him. It was almost late at night, and the orphanage was eerily quiet, and everyone but him had already slept.

Fang Yan stood on his heels and ran briskly towards a corner of the back wall. In Sean's memory, there was a pile of discarded building materials and bricks that could be climbed up the back wall to get out of the orphanage.

"Ahem-" Fang Yan stretched out his tender little hand, climbed the back wall vigorously, and looked out, his brows couldn't help but tuddle. In the dim light of the street outside, the situation outside the wall was clearly reflected in his eyes. I saw that the ground outside the wall was bare, there was nothing to borrow at all, and at a height of more than two meters above the ground, it was really enough to jump off with his current physical fitness.

Glancing towards the main building of the orphanage in the distance, Fang Yan shook his head, he didn't want to stay here anymore. Gritting his teeth, Fang Yan still decided to jump.

But even if you want to jump, you have to have a skillful jump. Fang Yan stretched out his arms to maximize the area of his body in contact with the air, and then, aiming at a clearing outside the wall, his legs kicked slightly, and the whole person was in the air. He tucked his legs and his arms glided through the air and landed to the ground.

"Oops~" Despite being fully prepared, Fang Yan's body was still too weak now, and the impact of his feet landing on the ground made him can't help but let out a cry of pain. However, Fang Yan's reaction was not bad, and then he fell down, rolled on the ground twice, and lost all his strength, and then limped in the direction away from the orphanage.

In the dark of night, the streets of London are not short of homeless people and drunkards who wander the streets. Fang Yan relied on his small body and carefully walked through the shadows of the corner, avoiding their sight. In this strange world, any little caution increases the dialect's chances of survival.

Perhaps guided by the will of the world, before he knew it, the dialect had come to a wide street, and the shops on both sides of the street had long since closed, leaving only the dim street lamps to bring him a glimmer of light.

The tired and hungry dialect couldn't walk, and planned to find a corner to rest for a while.

In the dim light, the deserted streets appear extremely quiet. Just when he inadvertently looked up, Fang Yan's gaze couldn't help but freeze, and his tired eyes were full of surprise and surprise.

On the façade of a shabby, old bar across from him, a line of familiar names hung on it - "Leaky Cauldron Bar"!

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