Now that Fafnier had finished the house, he didn't give the long-tongued women any more chances, and almost immediately called a taxi and went to the city of London.

Now his problem is the idea of a car.......... Fafnier wandered around the streets of London for a long time, and finally he fell in love with a minicooper in the parking lot, the white mini car was quite new, Fafnier opened the door very casually - the door lock was no stronger than a piece of paper to him, and after entering the car, he swiped his finger and welded the broken door lock again.

Then the guy clicked on the car keyhole, the demon power was slightly stimulated, the ignition system was activated, and then the car drove away like this - halfway this guy got out of the car, ripped off the original license plate, and then pulled a piece of license plate from the car parked on the side of the road and put it on, and threw the original license plate directly into the pond.........

On the way back, Fevernier bought a bunch of food and wine at the Tesco supermarket, and used it to pay the bill, and the credit card that the unlucky guy in the car had on the roof of the car was still used. After returning to 24 Privet Road, Fafnier turned on the TV and drank while eating, thinking to himself: "I don't have much money in hand now, and this world of England is like that." It's time to do a few votes of business, and then take the money and look at it all over the world. ”

Faveniel pulled out his Luger pistol and played with it as he watched the TV in pairs. The sky outside was already dark. "Interesting, supernatural fluctuations?" Favenir's gaze pierced through the roof, looking directly at the night sky outside. Outside, an owl was flying in the night sky, and the white owl flew quickly over the roof of 24 Privet Road, and landed in front of the window on the second floor of a house in front of it.

"Owl ...... Or an owl with a rolled-up letter on its feet. It's still a white owl with a letter....... this picture is becoming more and more familiar. Fafnier muttered to himself as his gaze went straight through the window and looked at the people inside.

It was a skinny brunette boy with a pair of old black-rimmed glasses, and a small lightning-shaped scar on his forehead under his messy hair.

"Harry Potter...... I remember, it's Harry Potter's world. Favenir looked at the future miserable green boy in the room on the second floor of the house in the distance, and said these words softly. Then he could see a stick on the small table in the room, "Wand...... Poor little wizard. But for the time being, Fafnier has little interest in this major figure in the world - he is more interested in a future British bank than in this young boy.

The next day, Fafnier drove early in the morning to the city of London – he drove up and down the doors of various banks, scouting the surrounding roads and the nearest police station. At noon, Fafnier bought a sandwich and a large cup of coffee for lunch, and while he ate lunch, the corners of Fafnier's mouth twisted into a smile......

"This familiar soul feels......... It's really a common encounter. I didn't expect you to drift into this world in the void as well......" Faveniel ate the sandwich in a few bites, stood up, and walked directly to a man sitting on a bench in the distance.

The man found himself obscured by a shadow, and the guy looked up at the shadow, his eyes full of doubt and wariness.

"So the price you pay every time you enter the world is to lose your memory......" Fafnir almost immediately discovered the old friend's problem, "This is the price for you to become a Void Traveler? I remember that I brought you out directly, there shouldn't be such a problem? Could it be that this is the price that the aborigines pay to become Void Travelers?"

Fafnier's words made the man even more vigilant, and his eyes seemed glazed just as he was about to scream or run. "I say, what's your name in this world? is it still the same name as before?" asked Faveniel.

"Yes, my name is still Shotek Hawjan. Top dog. The guy's eyes changed, and he answered Fafnier's question respectfully.

"The memories are not restored, but are they naturally compatible?" Faveniel found it even more interesting, "Old friend, how long have you been in this world? By the way, you don't remember at all! Your memory is that of an aboriginal now!"

The Schutchaujan had suddenly become an old friend of Fafnir's, and he began to speak to Fafnir in a normal tone.

It turns out that this guy's current memory and identity is the aboriginal of this world, a lost generation in Britain in his twenties. When I was a teenager, I didn't study well, and when I was an adolescent, I committed a crime due to theft and went to a correctional center. This guy has mania, but this problem does not occur in normal times, in normal times this guy is an ordinary good British person, but when he wants to do some small criminal acts - such as stealing a wallet or stealing a car, this problem will attack, but his luck has always been bad, stealing a wallet will turn into a robbery, and then develop to hurt people, and the car theft will go crazy because he can't unlock the car door for a while, and become a smashing car, and then he will be chased by the police on the road, and finally he will be imprisoned for assaulting the police.........

In short, Schutkehowjan is a guy who spends more time in prison than outside, and an unlucky guy who is used to being caught by the police. But all this does not prevent him from wanting to become a great criminal.........

Fafnier was also very interested in this kind of mania, "What's wrong with that? Going crazy when you need to calm down? Isn't this forcing you to be a good guy? But you still want to be a criminal? I don't know what your brain is made of...... However, it turned out to be a rampant of magic...... But this magic is very low, which is to mess up your own mind at this level. Fafnier looked at Schuttke Haughan carefully.

"Magic, boss. It's not the Middle Ages, and I'm not a child. ”

Faveniel ignored the guy's complaints, and just pulled the guy across the road and got into the car, but still muttering, "It's weird, Hogwarts didn't pull this guy in......."

Arriving at No. 24 Privet Road, Fafnir threw Shotkhaujan directly into the guest room, "Stay here first, we'll go and do a ticket in a few days!" and then this guy directly launched a long-distance teleportation............ Left an eye that almost popped out of the socket, and at the same time the mouth was crooked and left saliva and couldn't say anything......