The Collection of The End

——Marvel, 2015——

London, magical dimensional rift.

With Watson and Irene looking in disbelief, Sherlock bought the tickets and took them to the underground exhibition hall that did not exist before. He opened the passage and arrived at the "Clock Tower" which was almost the same as the street scene on the surface.

The appearance of the three people did not attract much attention, because there were many boys, girls or teenagers about their height on the street looking around curiously. They were either freshmen who had just entered school to buy necessities, or they had to go to school for various reasons. One more time for seniors.

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"Sherlock, why can't I hear them?"

"It's normal. You don't have the strength to understand their words yet. This is the 'magic dimension'. It's not a good thing to hear knowledge far beyond your own realm."

"I see, can you hear it?"

"No, I can only hear some fragments of words."

Sherlock responded to Watson while looking around.

Although the street decoration inside the "Clock Tower" is the same as "outside", the costumes of the pedestrians are more... um... medieval? Large robes or cloaks that can cover the body shape account for a large part of them. Most of them will be paired with a pointed hat similar to the "Sorting Hat" that the "White Queen" occasionally wears on their heads to cover their faces. Some people also wear it. People directly wear full-body armor to shield themselves tightly. The few who are not covered up have the faces of pedestrians with no features. Occasionally, if you see one or two pedestrians with very distinctive clothing or appearance, they are just in front of you. It flashes through the crowd and is hard to catch.

At first glance, this situation seems to be some kind of secret gathering place, but for Sherlock, who has visited for the second time and is more familiar with the functions here, it is not difficult to deduce the reason: they just don't want to let anyone know about it. Each person's strength is just revealed. Although each store will protect the privacy of customers, which stores the same person goes to is also very important information.

It can be further inferred from this that the "people" who come to the "magic dimension" and borrow magic from the "Lord of the Magic Dimension" are not in harmony with each other, and may even have a hostile relationship, so they use this method to conceal their identities. .

However, compared with the first time, almost no one paid attention to Sherlock this time. Occasionally, there were glances, and the emotions contained in them were similar to those of other freshmen. Perhaps it was because they were wearing robes consistent with pedestrians? Or maybe...he wasn't brought here by the "White Queen" herself this time?

Because there were too many missing clues, Sherlock quickly gave up reasoning in this direction, and instead took Watson and Irene to do business - "charging" his wand, and then taking Watson and Irene around. Visit the "Clock Tower Commercial Street".

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The Wand Shop of Avalon – Crafting epic wands since 5,000 BC

Um? Is this sign different from last time?

However, if such a dilapidated signboard was reinstalled, it wouldn't still look so shaky, right?

While Sherlock was still thinking, Watson and Irene shouted, "Is this the legendary shop where you can summon your own wand?" and rushed in, having no choice but to shrug and follow.

After all, Hogwarts students come from all over the world, and it is impossible for everyone to come to the "Clock Tower", and the place where they buy wands should, no, definitely not as old as this shop - if the sign on the sign is not bragging.

The situation in the store is no different from when Sherlock first came here, with a huge black round table and wand boxes piled up to the ceiling on the surrounding walls. Although this situation seems to be caused by the shop owner's laziness, Watson and Irene It seems that I have more trust in this store because of this.

"My wand is a mass-produced one issued by the academy. My father promised to let me choose a new wand today. Eileen, how about you?" Watson looked around the store and turned to look at Eileen.

"Huh huh huh, the wand I use was handed down from the fifteenth century, but it is no longer worthy of my growing magic power. Before I was invited here today, my mother had agreed that I should replace it with one similar to Adler's. A wand that better matches the family." Erin answered, crossing her arms and raising her chin.

If she were told that the store manager was suspected of being King Arthur himself, I wonder if she would faint...

"Press your hand on the round table and make a wish in your heart, and you may summon the wand that suits you. If you don't like it, you can throw it to those boxes." Sherlock looked around for a while. He didn't see the shopkeeper appear, so he had to take the initiative to act as a shop assistant to the two. A companion said: "The bill will be sent to your parents."

Speaking of which, his bill will be sent to the "Einzbern House". So far, it has been deduced that it should be the former name of the "White Queen", but further details are completely unclear.

"I hope to master the 'invisibility' skill!" Watson put his hand on the table and said loudly.

Just "think"... forget it, no difference.

Because of his own faction, Watson would always be spotted because of the traces of thunder left in the air when he cast the "Illusion Curse", which made him unable to participate in any covert operations alone. If——

Sherlock's thoughts were interrupted, because following Watson's words, three continuously rotating golden rings appeared on the black round table. After rotating for several times, they suddenly shrank and condensed, turning into a shining ring. , the burning golden ring was engraved with characters that Sherlock didn't recognize at all. The whole body was "slender", and all the letters had "tails" in cursive letters. However, as the flames went out, the ring fell to the table. , the text above also disappeared.

"Is this a wand?" Watson picked up the ring: "It looks like the first version of the 'Two Constructs'."

"Maybe it's another special wand used by a famous person." Sherlock thought of the "gun" that he had summoned and belonged to Merlin: "If the shopkeeper doesn't stop you, just keep it."

"Really?" Watson blinked and tried to put the ring on his thumb.

The golden ring originally did not match the child's finger, but it began to shrink in sync with his movements, and finally fit perfectly on Watson's thumb. The next moment, Watson's figure disappeared as he put on the ring. .

Um? Doesn't this seem like "invisibility"? Sherlock reached out to grab a handful from where Watson was before he disappeared, but didn't touch anything.

Before Sherlock could deduce what had happened and whether assistance was needed, Watson's voice came from behind him.

"Uh... Oops!"

Wow!

When Sherlock turned around to look, he found that Watson had fallen into the wand box next to the wall and was mostly buried by the collapsed box mountain.

"You can't see anything after becoming invisible." He complained while holding the ring he had just taken off his hand.

No, that can no longer be called "invisibility", but some kind of "subspace jump", just like the method of "Zeppelin Train" from London to New York. Even if such an incredible thing was summoned, the store manager did not appear and Stop him?

"Humph, come to me," Irene, who didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Watson at all, walked to the round table and pressed her hands on it: "I want a wand that best suits my 'death' specialty!"

She also misunderstood "making a wish"... It's not impossible.

In Sherlock's "completely unsurprised" gaze, the light balls surrounding the round table began to fly outward with colorful feathers, and emitted a dazzling colorful light at the moment they converged.

What finally appeared was a... well, an oversized double-headed spear formed by welding together two huge pieces of triangular iron, one black and one gold, decorated with strange patterns.

"What-what is this!"