"Milestone: Worship of Magic has begun, you currently own 1/3 of the magic books, you need 2 more books to start the milestone."

In the wizarding world, in a normal café, Zhao Qian sat in a window position, drinking the hot drink in his hand little by little.

The shop has an air of no difference from a real-life shop inside and out, except that the grinder has been turned into an unknown magic device.

He actually didn't have much money in his hand, which is why he didn't buy a few more scrap books.

And the reason why he chose this place is also because this location is just right in front of the Hans bookstore.

After taking a book from the bookstore that had been packed in a paper bag by the old man, he vaguely asked for some information about the store through some small vendors on the street.

It is located in a commercial area that is not in the center of the area, and because of the long history of the house, there is no such thing as a back door when it was built. In other words, the people inside have to come out of the doorway, especially in this kind of magical world, and the modification of a building can be described as quite cumbersome.

And he didn't know about any changes to the bookstore. Although it is not ruled out that they have their own network of shapeshifters and shadow-shifting Floo fans, the establishment of such a strategically important witchcraft array is usually reported to the Ministry of Magical Justice.

I took another sip of coffee and ate an unknown piece of meat that I had ordered.

He was sure that he had just heard that voice. This is the only way to explain why such a large bookstore with grey deals has only one salesperson, because another salesperson is receiving another customer.

After waiting for a few more minutes, it was almost completely dark, and the street was lit up with magic lamps of unknown light sources. A tall, thin figure walked out of the bookstore.

"The money is there."

Hurriedly throwing down the only £5 note left in his pocket, Zhao Qian quickly pushed open the glass door of the café and walked out.

The somewhat striking black suit on his body had long since been replaced by him, and he picked out a modest tracksuit, the one with a hood, in a nearby clothing store. He knew exactly what he was trying to do, and followed the guy in front of him who had sneaked out of the house to enter Hogwarts and complete the mission. (Note: Unclear to some of you, Hogwarts is a boarding school.) Located in a pure wizard village. ）

And, most importantly, Hogwarts is now surrounded by layers of guarded Dementors and adult wizards.

First of all, no matter how you look at it, this yellow-skinned face of mine is still a little different in this wizarding world where basically white-faced faces (although there are also other academies of skin color, but after all, they are a minority.) ）。

Keeping up slowly, Zhao Qian hung from a distance, not only to keep the guy in front of him whose physical attributes were mostly within the range of ordinary people to be alert, but also to keep himself from following him.

Walking forward, his face, hidden under the hood, walked down the street where there were quite a few pedestrians.

Since Hogwarts is the only pure wizarding village in the whole of England, there is a high flow of wizards who come here every day.

This can be regarded as another protection of junior passengers in a sense.

Zhao Qian stared at the back of the young man in front of him, drifting away from time to time, like a sightseer who came here for the first time and risked aimlessly.

The blond-haired figure turned directly into an alley, and he hurried forward.

Gone.

Zhao Qian walked to the end of this alley step by step, which could be seen from the outside at a glance.

There was nothing but a strong, tall wall.

No, it can't be said that there isn't.

Little by little, he looked at the notch on the wall by the light of the magic lamp outside, a line of extremely sloppy and unobtrusive small print, to be precise. It's like street graffiti in the real world outside.

He looked at it, which had some history, and even traces that were often touched.

“Dissendeous。”

Zhao Qian read word by word according to the spelling of the letters, only to feel that the scenery changed inexplicably in front of him. He went to another place.

Damp. He looked at the wet stone floor beneath his feet, showing no signs of dryness, and that was the first thing this place gave him. As long as it is not ventilated, the cold will follow.

But there was no danger either, and at least for now, he hadn't seen anything striking around him. Malfoy, who had been here before, didn't know where he had gone.

It is a dark room with only one exit. But it was clear that someone had taken advantage of its infrequent presence and turned it into a sneak back to the academy.

"Hint: You use a witchcraft circle: a dilemma. You get some of the relevant information from it. ”

"Witchcraft: Dilemma.

Spell: Dissendeous.

Purpose: It is a spell that opens the secret passage from Hogwarts to the statue of Duke Bees' candy shop. But apparently, it's also one of the spells to return to Hogwarts. ”

"Hint: You've arrived at Hogwarts, you can choose to complete the main quest or wait 2 days for the station to determine you."

Carefully pricking up his ears to listen to the noise outside, after making sure that there was no one, Zhao Qian walked out.

Emptiness, this was the first feeling he had when he saw his vision.

A long, unoccupied hallway. There are no glass windows in the corridors, only moving paintings hanging on the walls.

As he walked forward, the hallway was not dark because there were no windows, and there were a few lights on the walls on either side of the walls.

The light at the end of the corridor attracted him, and Zhao Qian cautiously tried to test it step by step.

It's a closed glass window. He glanced vaguely at the scenery from there and walked back. The exit should be on the other side.

It's night, but it's still light outside. Magic has replaced the technology that ordinary people rely on in this place.

Follow the way back down a few stairs, pass the stairwell, and turn right.

Suddenly there was a light in front of me.

There is no darkness or dampness as expected, there is an indescribable light. He stood around the corner and watched, somewhat incredulous. Subconsciously, he held the gun in the ticket in his hand.

"Welcome."

In the basement below, a man was smoking a cigar and greeting the newly arrived Zhao Qian, as if they had known each other for a long time. In fact, they have only met once.

Yes, on the side, on the car that sent them to this world at the station.

"Here?"

Zhao Qian looked carefully, and although the place was reasonably well cared for, he could still see some traces of what had once been an abandoned basement from the details. The rusty bottle of armor in a corner is the best proof of this.

As for the large long table in the middle of the basement space, it looks like someone forcibly added it, and its existence seems to say, I am the protagonist.

"A gathering point for travelers."

The man said, like everyone should know.

"Tourist gathering point?"

"Yes, the passenger gathering point of our black and white convoy." The man took another puff on his cigar and, as he spoke, took two more glasses from his ticket and poured two and a half glasses of red wine into them.

"Our captain borrowed the light from Voldemort above to cover the witchcraft array from left and right, and made a gathering point for travelers in this basement."

Zhao Qian took the wine glass he handed over, his face was hiding other expressions, and his heart was actually turbulent. Although he knew that there were powerful travelers, he had never known that there were such strong ones. He couldn't find out this information, because after all, he was just a newcomer to the second world.