Hunting College

　　 "See you later." Andrew smiled and waved to Thomas, then patted Zheng Qing's shoulder again, and disappeared without a trace with a pop.

　　 This sound is really like farting, Zheng Qing feels sorry for his talisman paper, and thinks maliciously.

　　 The three-pointed sword finally said that it could not compensate for the meditation that Zheng Qing lost.

　　According to Andrew's explanation, Zheng Qing's use of the talisman was an act of self-defense, and it was not that the trigeminal sword expropriated his talisman paper. So theoretically, the Bureau of Investigation will not be responsible for compensation for such losses.

　　 But before Andrew left, he asked Thomas for Zheng Qing's identity materials, intending to apply for a certificate of honor for Zheng Qing.

"No matter what, you have prevented this wild monster from further harm. This kind of behavior will definitely be expressed in the bureau." Before leaving, the chunky black-robed wizard patted Zheng Qing's shoulder vigorously, smiling very brightly: "Maybe you can win a Merlin Brass Medal, and no matter how bad you are, you will be issued a'Courage to be an Advanced Individual'. This will greatly benefit your year-end evaluation."

　　 Zheng Qing knows nothing about these honorary titles.

　　 He only loves the talisman paper he hung on the pig's nose.

　　 "Good luck, no injuries, I saw such a thrilling scene." Thomas watched Zheng Qing say goodbye to the tree sperm, and sighed: "You can get the certificate of honor before enrolling."

"You won't have trouble casting that spell, right." Zheng Qing remembered the words of the Trident Sword's commissioners before, a little uneasy: "I basically didn't do anything. You are the hero who really stopped the monster. If the school is because This punishment is too unfair."

"Who said I will be punished." Thomas raised his eyebrows, with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "It's just that the use of high-risk magic requires a report, because this kind of magic usually affects the space-time stability of the place where it is used. Relevant departments further observe and repair."

　　 Zheng Qing stuffed the small handful of rat food left in his hand into the paw of the tree sperm.

　　 He stood up and sighed deeply.

　　 He felt a little bit disheartened.

　　 It turns out that the magical world is not as free as I thought.

　　 Maybe it’s because Thomas needs to fill out an accident report after using a spell.

　　 It may be the inexplicable institutions such as the Wizarding League, various parliaments, three-pointed swords, the security bureau, and the management committee.

　　 Zheng Qing felt that he had just jumped from one circle to another.

　　The circle may become more fancy.

　　 But it is actually a circle.

　　In the fantasy, wizards should wear long robes and guard their laboratories all year round, allowing the elves at home to clean and handle housework. I have nothing to do, raise a three-headed dog to play with; on a whim, slaughter a fire dragon to drink food; when the road sees unevenness, pull out his wand and put a spell on him; occasionally he has a small grudge, draw a circle to curse him.

　　 You can’t do what you want, what magic is called!

　　 "The magical real world is no different from the outside world." Zheng Qing said sullenly, "I thought that magic can be used casually, and when you see someone you don't like, you can open the book and turn him into a pig."

"Of course not," Frowning slightly, Thomas' green eyes sternly glanced at Zheng Qing, and said: "Maybe you should prepare a "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World", a version issued by the Quality Education Office of the Education Committee of the Wizarding League. .It should be very useful to you. It is a serious provocative act to flip the law books on other wizards at will, and will be fined from one hundred coppers to ten golden beans; if the circumstances are bad, they will be detained by the Public Security Bureau for 15 days! "

　　 Zheng Qing sighed again.

　　 Thomas didn't take Zheng Qing far.

　　 After two turns, the two stopped in front of a huge wooden clock.

The 　　 table clock is about two meters high, with simple lines and no unnecessary decorations. With the maroon paint, it looks more stable and heavy. The dial is white, and the Roman numerals on it are reinforced with a black copper sleeve. There is no heavy hammer hung under the dial like other mechanical clocks, only a polished copper pendulum hung on a very thin silk thread.

　　 As soon as he stopped, the extremely bright copper-faced pendulum swayed. At the same time, the table clock rang with melodious Westminster music.

　　 Zheng Qing is very familiar with this bell.

There is an old-fashioned walnut desk clock in Grandpa 　　's study. It sounds like this every time it sounds.

　　 According to my grandfather, this bell is the bell of Big Ben in England. Because of its elegance and solemnity, it is used by many table clocks.

　　 "Isn't this the music on our side?" Zheng Qing said in surprise.

"This is the blessing music of the ascetics. It is popular with you because the ascetics want to pray for more people." Thomas took out his mobile phone-like instrument and looked at it for a long time, and finally nodded: " time up."

　　Zheng Qing looked at the clock time, it was one o'clock in the afternoon and seven o'clock.

　　 After thinking about it, he took out his pocket watch, and the time was right.

　　 "Good habit." Thomas nodded, "For a wizard, there is nothing more important than time."

　　 Zheng Qing silently put away his pocket watch.

　　 Mr. also said this to himself.

　　 Thomas opened the glass door of the grandfather clock, pushed Zheng Qing forward, and said, "Go in."

　　 "What is this?" Zheng Qing pulled aside the filament hanging from the copper pendulum and looked inward.

　　 The clock inside is quiet, and the pendulum does not swing.

"Wizards usually call it the'big clock'." Thomas followed Zheng Qing and squeezed into the clock, and he pulled up the glass door behind him, and said in a muffled voice: "You understand it as a means of rapid transportation, or alchemy. Cured'escape', everything is fine."

　　 "That is, can I go back to my house from here?" Zheng Qing understood a little bit.

　　 Thomas didn't speak, he was squinting, looking at the silver-white dial.

　　 "This is the seventeen o'clock station." He muttered to himself, took out a brass key from the back of the dial, inserted it into the bottom of the dial, and turned it twice.

　　 Zheng Qing heard the clock creak, and then the clock ticked.

　　 "Touch it, is there a doorknob on the wall behind you!" Thomas's voice was trembling in the ticking of the clock.

　　 Zheng Qing fumbled in the dark and held a round doorknob.

　　 "Found it!" His voice was very loud in the narrow clock base.

　　 "Twist, push the door and go out." Thomas hurriedly called out from behind, "We only have one minute. If we don't hurry out, the Westminster Abbey music will deaf us."

　　 opened the door, and there was a dark corridor in front of him, with a faint light in the distance.

　　 The air in the corridor seemed a bit humid and muddy, but Zheng Qing felt very familiar with the smell.

　　 came the sound of Thomas closing the door behind him.

　　 Zheng Qing vaguely heard the bells of Westminster Abbey ringing again.

　　 "What did you mean by standing at 17 o'clock just now?" Zheng Qing didn't like this dark environment. He tried to look at the bright spot in front of him to make his voice less nervous.

"The grandfather clock is a fixed station set up by the Wizarding League around the world. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has twelve hours, 720 minutes, one station per minute, and a total of 720 grandfather clocks. We just I passed the station at exactly 17 o'clock."

　　 "It sounds complicated." Zheng Qing muttered.

　　 After walking a distance along the light source in the dark, Zheng Qing saw a familiar staircase.

　　 "Are we in the basement just now!" He cried out in surprise, "I don't even know there is such a place in my basement!"

　　 "You really don't have your basement." Thomas followed him and came to the stairs. He patted the dust on his head, dusted the cobwebs on his robes, and complained: "I originally wanted to go directly to your bedroom. It should be that all the doors of your house cannot be opened, so I can only choose the basement."

　　 Zheng Qing blinked and remembered.

　　 I used to have nothing to do, so I put a lot of talisman on the corners of the doors, windows, and walls.

　　 Maybe these talisman interfering with the positioning of the grandfather clock.

"Next, I will go to the north to take a look. I may not have time to contact you recently." Thomas repeatedly urged: "Remember the flight to Chang'an Airport on August 31st. Remember, there is only this one. I missed it. If so, you don’t have to go. Don’t expect the school to violate Article 37 of the Basic Management Methods for Wizards for a freshman, and don’t expect the school to open the guardian formation twice within a year."

　　 "You haven't bought me that standard timer yet." Seeing Thomas' figure was about to disappear, Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the book list and couldn't help but call.

　　 "The pocket watch hanging around your neck is just fine..." Thomas' voice became more and more ethereal as the figure faded, until it disappeared.

　　 Zheng Qing sighed and pulled out the pocket watch hanging around his neck.

　　 Afternoon time, 17:01:38 seconds.