"Look, hey!" Logan used his psychic ability to float a spoon in the air and turn it slowly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "I made it!"

"Congratulations, congratulations. Zhao Mai sat aside, using the Force of Nature to heal his injuries. If he didn't use his psychic abilities and simply compare his physical fitness, he would be beaten half to death by Logan every time. Logan has been in the army since he was a young man, constantly fighting and fighting, and often changing sides - as long as he can get money and exciting enough. He mastered the methods of fighting in multinational armies, and mixed the experience of street brawls and underground black boxing, and created a set of quick and effective fighting methods in short distances. Zhao Mai knew that this technique would slowly spread and be used by many superpowers, including the famous Black Widow and Captain America. In fact, Black Widow was trained by Wolverine herself.

"Don't keep a straight face, I know my psychic abilities aren't as strong as yours. Logan seemed to have found a new toy and was excited to play with it. But as soon as he gets excited, he loses control of his ability, and the spoon falls off with a clatter.

"There are many ways to use psychic abilities, but I've only given you one of them, which requires concentration and calmness to use, and has many magical functions, mainly focused on creating and controlling external objects. Zhao Mai knew that he and Logan were about to break up, so he told him frankly: "There is another way to use it, focusing the ability on oneself, which can greatly strengthen physical fitness and combat ability, just like me." I didn't teach you the second way because I was afraid it would make you go berserk more often and lose your mind. If one day, you think you can completely control your temper, I'll teach you the second method. ”

"That's not what you promised. I've asked you to study and collect blood, and I've taught you all the fighting techniques, so you have some reservations......" Logan thought for a moment and snorted, "I know it's for my good, but you're a little too lenient." ”

"Just say, 'I think I'm fine, teach me now,' and I'll teach you everything." Zhao Mai shrugged his shoulders, screwed the cap of the homemade medicinal wine on, and set it aside. "Later, because of the rage, the brain healed itself and lost all memories, you can't blame me. ”

"Will it be like that?" Logan thought for a moment, "I'll trust you again." Once I've mastered the art of storing all my memories into Ability Crystals, I'll come back to you. ”

"How are you looking for me? I don't have a permanent place to live. ”

"Don't underestimate my nose. When I want to find someone, there is no time when I can't find it. Logan said to Zhao Mai: "Dragon Roar, you and Tolkien are my friends, you must live well in the future." ”

"You just have to remember not to trust the Japanese. Zhao Mai said.

Logan walked quietly, and Tolkien couldn't see him when he slept. Zhao Mai knew when Logan left, and he also knew that he didn't like to say goodbye, so he didn't see him off. He left with a bag of pounds and war bonds, enough for him to live for a long time, and even enough for him to live forever if he invested wisely. But Logan isn't a squirrel that stores food, he's a wolf who eats all the meat before moving on to the next prey.

People always come and go. Tolkien again asked for a leave of absence from Oxford University on the grounds that he was "going to the army to conduct research and carry out missions". The school doesn't want teachers to go to war all day, so they take a tough attitude. "If you go, there will be no place!" but that didn't shake his yearning for magic.

Seeing his resolute attitude, the school did not expel him in the end, but gave him one last chance. In this way, after saying goodbye to Edith, he also stepped on his backpack and rushed to London in Zhao Mai's car.

Fortunately, it was the First World War, and there were no large-scale air raids, unlike the time of the Second World War. London was often shrouded in smog because of its large number of factories and the use of coal, and Zhao Mai and his arrival coincided with one such fog. In a trance, Zhao Mai seemed to have returned to his hometown after a century. But if you break it down, the taste of the haze here is still a little different from the hometown in your memory, and some are not authentic enough.

Long queues can be seen all over the streets. Due to the rationing system, queuing up to exchange tickets for things is something that residents do every day. The black market certainly exists, in a semi-open state, and there is even a black market where police stations are open. Zhao Mai and Tolkien are also looking for a black market, but it is a different kind of black market: the black market of wizards.

According to the letter, they were going to a place called Diagon Alley to buy some things for wizards. This is actually a test, as the entrance to Diagon Alley, the "Leaky Cauldron", is magical, and only those with wizard blood can see it.

Wizarding ancestry is a strange thing, with various names such as purebloods, half-bloods, Squibs, and Muggles. According to statistics, pure-bloods have better abilities on average and are also more likely to have particularly powerful wizards. Hybrids have the potential to cause the offspring to lose magical abilities. Of course, it is also possible for pure-blood families to give birth to children who are not gifted with magic, which is called "Squib". As for Muggles, they refer to people who don't know the wizarding world and don't know magic, at least that's what the term means at first.

"Westminster District, Charing Cross. Tolkien's eyes widened as he finally saw the sign. "It should be here, let's get out of the car and find it!"

Zhao Mai looked at the map of the mobile phone, compared the things displayed on it with the surrounding environment, and tested how strong the navigation ability of the mobile phone is. He hadn't gone far when Tolkien poked him in the elbow and said excitedly, "Look!

Zhao Mai looked away from the screen of his phone and followed Tolkien's finger, and all he saw was a flower shop and a newsstand that no one patronized, just as it was shown on the phone. But as he looked intently, he saw a black and gray dilapidated house slowly "squeezing" out of the flower shop and newsstand, like a bubble gum slowly blowing from between his lips.

What does this mean? Does it have magical bloodline or not? Before Zhao Mai could think about it, he was pulled forward by Tolkien.

The Leaky Cauldron Bar looks old, with a wooden building that looks like a medieval style, and a narrow, small entrance that only allows people to squeeze sideways, with a black wooden sign hanging from it. A witch was stirring a cauldron vigorously, and the pot broke a hole and the potion flowed all over the ground, which seems to be the origin of the "broken cauldron".

Tolkien raised his hand to grab the knocker, but he didn't realize that the knocker was alive, and let out a "ouch" cry to dodge himself. The wooden door opens slowly with the sound of "oops" and "creaks". Inside was a very dimly lit place, and Zhao Mai saw seven old women sitting on a long table in the corner, smoking thin tubes, and bubbling green drinks in front of them. A young man with a tall peaked hat was talking to the tavernkeeper, a woman with a big red nose. When the door opened, the two of them cast their gazes.

"Sesame opened the door. Tolkien spoke, and walked in first. (To be continued.) )