I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

The moment he was wrapped, Ian felt that everything around him darkened, and bursts of pressure came from all directions, making it difficult for him to breathe, as if his whole body was stuffed into a rubber tube.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, he "squirted" out of the tube, and some dirty air rushed into his lungs instantly. After wiping away the tears that flowed out uncontrollably from his eyes, Ian found himself standing next to him. In a noisy, small and shabby bar.

How should I put it? The bar was extremely dirty. The floor and tables were covered with stains. Perhaps because of the age, some of the stains had a vague texture of patina.

At the scattered tables, some greasy uncles with unkempt appearance were sitting, drinking colorful and unknown wines.

A small man wearing a top hat was chatting with the bar owner who had almost all his hair removed and looked like a shriveled walnut. But the glint in the other person's eyes from time to time proved that the owner was not as ordinary as he appeared.

The moment he appeared, the chatter suddenly stopped, and everyone in the bar stared at him blankly.

"this……"

Ian looked at everything around him speechlessly.

In fact, it’s not their fault. After Ian came back to his senses, he also understood their “attention ceremony”. After all, although the people here were dressed a little unusually, their appearance and behavior were within the normal category. The most important thing was that there was no dilapidation or blood stains.

Looking down at his long-suffering "dress", the white shirt and linen sweatpants were in tatters and covered with blood stains of various sizes.

The mottled blood stains have lost their original brightness under the erosion of time, leaving only lavender dark spots.

The thick printing paper "shield" is wrapped around the left hand, and the Shunlai plastic wand is held in the right hand. It is completely a battle-damaged version of the Arad continent ghost swordsman + magician costume.

But with the blessing of appearance like a statue in the temple of Athens, everything shows a kind of morbid beauty.

A long time passed, and it seemed like a moment. The short-term peace was broken. The bar owner who was chatting leisurely at the bar said:

"No matter what you have gone through before, what I want to say is, kid, don't be nervous, you are safe."

What struck my ears was a standard London accent. Fortunately, Ian had passed CET-8 in English in his previous life, so there was no problem with some normal communication.

Looking at the bald, gap-toothed and somewhat hunched boss in front of him, Ian felt inexplicably relaxed.

Perhaps it was his previous experience of surviving alone in the apocalypse, even if it was only for a week, but the torment of that deathly silence and loneliness also brought him to the verge of collapse, making him extremely eager to see other humans.

Of course Ian understood that this sudden friendliness actually came from his very charming appearance and young age. After all, wearing clothes like his own, all he had to do was mark "lawless element" on the top of his head.

If it were any other adult, he might have been subdued to the ground or driven out by this time.

Half an hour later.

"London, Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron... Is this what I got?"

This information was obtained after a brief exchange with the boss who called himself Tom. Ian had vague guesses before, after all, the restoration degree of this place is almost 100% close to the original work.

So when Old Tom waved his magic wand at random, summoning a turbid empty cup, which was instantly filled with light green grass juice, Ian was completely convinced.

At the same time, after he approved it, a text appeared in his mind.

"After staying for 30 natural days, return to the original world. After returning, you will also stay for 30 natural days to start the next time travel. The time elapsed ratio between the two worlds is 1 second: 30 days. Countdown: 719 hours, 33 minutes and 12 seconds..."

"So, you don't know how you ended up in my bar?"

Looking at the young man holding the grass juice in front of him and slowly tasting it, Old Tom asked softly.

After all, as the face of the British wizarding world, a part-time guide, and the current patriarch of the Abbot Iron Hat family, Tom is not without brains.

It's just that this boy who looks too perfect in appearance doesn't give him the cold feeling that only dark wizards have. Of course, this feeling is innate to wizards and has been verified for more than half a century. Tom believes that His own feelings, so he would give himself the greatest kindness.

"Yes, sir, actually I also want to figure out all of this, what is the reason why I came here suddenly." Ian answered truthfully.

"Hmm...well, I guess it might be a portkey. Although theoretically speaking, your situation is more like apparation, but obviously you don't know this magic, otherwise you wouldn't know how you got here. But... …I don’t remember who could set the teleportation point of the portkey to my bar, haha, magical magic…”

Old Tom obviously believed Ian's answer. After all, he had worked in the bar for more than half a century, and he had seen too many people over the decades.

Almost all kinds of people can't escape their own eyes and feelings, but the boy in front of him obviously feels that he has not deceived him. Maybe he really doesn't know.

"Perhaps it is the door key set by the ancestors of the family? It seems that if you have time, you need to look through the family collection."

Old Tom was thinking in his heart, but he still smiled calmly and said:

"Well, child, it seems that your previous experience has made you exhausted. You can drink this glass of grass juice, then borrow my owl to write a letter home, get in touch with them as soon as possible, and end this unpleasant period. A pleasant journey.”

When Ian was mentioned about his family, his eyes quickly became moist, as if by conditioned reflex, and his whole body was filled with an aura called sadness. This is not an act, it is the last bit of emotional memory left by this body in this world, and it is also the expression of true feelings.

"Sir, maybe I have no family to contact. I only follow my mother's last wish and work hard to live... I really don't know how I got here. I'm sorry if it has caused you any trouble. I will be there soon." leave here."

Ian has his own ideas, because money is indispensable for survival anywhere, but he happens to be penniless now, so he cherishes any opportunity to get a little help.

Therefore, he said it was 30% true love and 70% temptation.

"I'm sorry! My child, everyone is born different. Even if everything leaves us, the hope and will inherent in life will still guide us to move forward, just like the helmsman of the sea, not being caught by the storm. Left and right, always see the direction and find your own destination. However, if necessary, you can stay in my bar temporarily. We will talk about your next plan tomorrow. You look exhausted now. "

Old Tom couldn't help but feel a little sympathy on his face.

Sure enough, just like the description in the original work, this is a kind old man who also has great goodwill towards the little wizards.

"Sir, thank you for your generosity, but all expenses are considered as my credit. When I find a job, I will pay you back as soon as I have money." Ian replied while the iron was hot.

Old Tom didn't speak, just smiled noncommittally, and led Ian to an inconspicuous guest room on the left corner of the second floor.

It is said to be a guest room, but in Ian's opinion it is more like a utility room. The room, which is only five or six square meters, is filled with all kinds of old furniture. Although it is a bit shabby and narrow, the door on the right faces the The double windows in Corner Alley are a real plus.

"Because it's the back-to-school season, there are no extra vacancies in the bar. The only place left is barely habitable, and the bathroom is also independent. You can wash up, have a good sleep, and come down for dinner in the evening. .”

Old Tom explained slightly. In his opinion, the room in front of him, which he barely called his residence, was indeed somewhat unsatisfactory.

"This is already very good, sir. I am very grateful for everything you have provided. I was really exhausted before. At least I can sleep peacefully here. This is already very good, isn't it?"

Thirty years of hard work and the sophistication of people in his previous life have made Ian very aware of these things. He is accustomed to the utilitarian world of adults. Purely kind help like Old Tom, without any intention, is extremely precious.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Old Tom's bar is very safe. There are no dirty dark wizards, and there are no disgusting werewolves, so you can rest peacefully. If you have anything, please come downstairs and find me. If I happen to If you’re not there, then you can just wait at the bar for a while, I’ll be back soon.”

After closing the door and bidding farewell to Old Tom, Ian fell into deep thought.

"First of all, it's obvious that my golden finger has arrived. Traveling once a month, and basically stagnating for a proportion of time, the operability here is very high. But the top priority is to take root here, and then figure out how to bring it. What happened to the wand that I brought here?"

"In one month, I will try my best to learn some magic spells that are practical and can help me survive in the apocalypse. In the end, I will earn money to buy supplies and bring them back next month. It seems that I still can't escape the fate of working to make money... …Ah!"

As for whether magic can be released, and whether the end of the world is the end of the law, Ian has not considered it at all.

Whether it's fan fiction from previous lives or research on the original work, one thing is certain. This is basically a world of warlocks, and all abilities originate from blood.

It's not a "borrowing magic from the universe" spiritual energy model. Your own bloodline is the source of power. This kind of bloodline that derives the ability to cast spells, you have it, you don't have it, and it has nothing to do with the external environment.

The second thing is whether he can cast magic and whether he is a Muggle, which does not require confirmation.

You must know that according to the requirements of the Secrecy Act, the Leaky Cauldron releases Muggle expulsion spells 24 hours a day. Even if a Muggle comes in by chance and is not accompanied by a wizard, there will continue to be a "very important thing to do" ", the feeling of urgent need to leave.

And when he stood alone in the bar hall for so long, he didn't feel this way at all, so Ian was very sure that he was not affected by the Muggle Expelling Curse and did not belong to Muggles.

But whether it is a squib or not, this still needs to be verified, but the first thing is to ensure that how can you survive better in the end of the world? Survival is the top priority.

Even if you are a squib, in this magical world, you can lower your body and live on your face, which can make you live in the end of the world.

New book, please collect it, please collect it, please collect it, please readers.