In the London railway station, Zhao Qian stood in front of the solid platform wall in front of him, and was silent for a long time. The policeman in the blue hat on the side had already noticed this guy who was in a hurry but didn't get into the car, and he looked very suspicious.

"It doesn't make sense."

He touched the wall that felt hard under his palm, and complained silently in his heart.

The wall in front of him obviously wouldn't make sense to the man who had hit it a few times.

"Unscientific."

He silently touched his nose and walked out of the platform. One possibility is that this is not a London train station, but this is obviously not possible, as the sign on the outside clearly states the name of the location. The iron letters of several large letters at the London railway station are rusty.

Then there is another possibility. Only guys of wizard blood can go in and take the so-called nine and three-quarters platform train.

Walking out of the rather noisy train station, Zhao Qian raised his head and looked, it was getting late.

I bought a few pieces of bread from a bakery next to the station and sat on a bench on the side of the street. He looked at the bustling pedestrians on the street, some strange and some familiar. He understood everything that was coming from people's mouths, and he seemed to know some of the cars coming and going on the street.

The poor money bag in his pocket made him somewhat inclined to get some money, but from the news he heard from the people at the station, it was unlikely that the end of disrupting the order of a civilized world would be good.

If nothing else, many newcomers have died at the hands of SWAT teams in the traveling world, and the guilt value you carry is as conspicuous as a 100-watt incandescent lamp in the dark. It will keep attracting the moths that put out the fire - the police. After that, the pile-up of insect carcasses will also give you extra favor with the beasts.

Then, death. Black is a good idea, but time doesn't allow it.

While he was pondering, he was awakened by the sound of "Didi".

"Hey, get in the car, it's not a good behavior for a young man to stay outside so late."

Zhao Qian got up and looked at the big bus that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the pedestrians around him seemed to be ignoring it.

"Where are you going?"

He squinted and asked, subconsciously after feeling that the female driver in front of him who was blowing bubbles with bubble gum had no malicious intent.

"Where else can I go? Someone else escaped from Azkaban, and the abominable Dementors tracked down the station and made a fuss there. The original train had to be cancelled. ”

The girl said, and she watched Zhao Qian step by step into the car. He handed over a newspaper-like object in his hand.

He looked at the line above with the most catchy headline.

"Shocked! Azkaban is a prison escapee again! ”

Underneath the title, is a black and white image. It's more of an image than a picture of a humanoid creature in a ragged black robe floating through a section of train cars.

He sat in an empty seat and watched as he digested some of the information on it.

Like a Quidditch tournament or something.

Zhao Qian sat steadily, no matter how the car window changed, as if it had nothing to do with him. Because of the station, he is still more comfortable in this aspect.

"Here we are."

The driver sat in front and shouted, and the passengers, who had not yet made a sound, suddenly started talking and slowly got out of the car.

Zhao Qian also followed.

A hostel. He looked at the sign through the unknown light source in the doorway.

Owl Lodge.

It looked small from the outside, and he looked at it. When he saw the people who had all walked in, he had no choice but to follow in.

It was indescribably spacious, and he looked at some of the palatial spaces inside. It's hard to be different from the somewhat shabby ones on the outside.

"Okay, if you want to rest, you can rest at our store, we have prepared rooms for gentlemen. If you are in a hurry, you can go first through the Floo Fan network over there. The Division of Magical Law Enforcement will cover these costs for any inconvenience to you. ”

"Are they responsible?" A gentleman in a top hat asked. but was subtly pushed with his elbow by his companion.

In the crowd of people, a guy with a small beard chattered fluently, but he could hear what he was saying. Someone interjected from time to time, but in the end he was convinced.

Zhao Qian also surrounded him, and listened to what this person said next. The difference from the outside is just the difference in the product.

Retreated, and decisively followed some people in line into a circle-like place.

One by one, they were dressed differently, and the green light disappeared in a flash.

Vaguely glancing at some mysterious lines on it, he really wanted to use identification to see the properties of this thing, but finally gave up.

After seeing that the guy with the cloak in front of him walked in and disappeared, Zhao Qian took a breath and stood in the circle with some curiosity.

"Hint: You use the Floo Powder Network, shapeshift. You get some information about the spell. ”

"Witchcraft: Shapeshifting.

Spell: Disapparation

Purpose: One of the wizard's travel methods that allows him to move from one place to another in an instant. ”

"Hint: you've arrived in the wizarding world."

"Hint: Your main quest: Wizarding World. Finish. You receive a bonus of 50 travel points. ”

Zhao Qian stood in the circle a little confused, and some did not slow down.

The noisy and crowded pedestrians and the bistros and shops that customers come and go are clearly the real world of another place.

In addition to the unique and witchcraft signs on it and the animals passing by, there are occasional aliens that only exist in legends.

Walking aimlessly down the street, I saw a shop of interest.

Hans Bookstore.

Looking up at the glowing text on it, Zhao Qian walked in.

The parrot hanging in the door said, "Welcome," as if he didn't hear it.

Walking straight to the sleeping old man by the cash register, the old man suddenly woke up.

"Need something? Youngster. ”

The old man looked sleepily at the yellow-skinned half-breed in front of him, he had seen a lot of this kind of guy with Oriental blood.

"Do you have a book on the principles of witchcraft?"

Zhao Qian asked, slightly interested. On this kind of street, he immediately thought of such a thing as a milestone. It seems that it shouldn't be too expensive to buy books.

The old man glanced up and down at the somewhat reckless young man in front of him, for it was a crime to openly sell books on the principles of witchcraft in the market, and if the crime was serious, he would be sent to the legendary prison. Azkaban. But he didn't know that the young man in front of him didn't know so much, he was just a little curious about the so-called magic, and by the way, he completed the so-called milestone.

"Follow me."

The old man got up and said, and he led Zhao to the depths of the bookstore.