The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Uh-huh!

The magic spell flew onto Lind's arm, and the formed magic power poured into his arm from the scales and skin.

Then it was directly broken down by his muscles...

What? !

Is this really strange?

The magic spell was directly absorbed by him. What's the point? He shook his hands twice, feeling no discomfort at all.

One, the magic resistance is too high and is absorbed directly, just like a dragon;

Second, homology, because the magic power belongs to oneself, it does not work on one's own body.

Linde sat on the floor, picked up "Tidecaller Revelation" and looked through it carefully. He wondered if he had misunderstood it before, or had missed some of its contents.

However, the more he turned over it, the tighter his frown became. He could memorize the book backwards and forwards, but it didn't mention his situation at all. There is nothing written about the deterioration of magic power. It seems that those fishmen in the past did not have this process of magic power deteriorating.

Because of the special characteristics of his own body, he was not surprised that such a strange situation occurred, requiring him to feel the stones to cross the river by himself, but... he still needed to understand this kind of thing as soon as possible.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

If he can't even be a confidant, there's nothing to say next. Thinking about it, he was a little envious of the novels he had read before. The protagonists had systems. What they knew and what they didn't know could be understood directly through the system interface.

And why doesn’t he have that kind of thing!

well!

Thinking about it, Linde stood up, and a curse immediately hit the shell as big as a dinner plate, turning him back to the size of his original palm.

"Would you like to observe it no more?" Andersen asked doubtfully.

"No!" Linde shook his head and walked towards the suitcase. "I'll check the information first. I don't know how long it will take for this curse to disappear naturally. Let's change it back!"

"Oh!" Andersen nodded, and then followed Linde into the box.

When he came to the small space below, Linde picked out a few books without stopping, rummaging through them while his eyes quickly scanned the pages.

No...no...

It wasn't until dawn that Lind climbed out of the box with a tired look on his face, "Sure enough, my situation is not unprecedented, but it can also be said to be extremely rare. I looked through all the books here and couldn't find it."

Andersen flew out after him.

Linde glanced at the chaos caused yesterday, and then looked up at the vines hanging down the cliff. They were now covered with green leaves, and the green leaves were dotted with a few pink and white flowers. At this time, one of them was slowly growing. Float down slowly.

Linde stretched out his hand, caught it, and then looked into the sea.

"Well..."

Sure enough, the killer whale didn't come.

He didn't know whether to say it was pity or happiness, it was a bit complicated anyway.

"Let's go!" Lind said. Then he packed up his things, lifted the box, and stepped into the water. Running quickly towards the west along the coastline.

After a while, he arrived at a deserted beach and strolled towards it.

"Where are we going?" Andersen asked,

"Let's shave our heads first, then disguise ourselves and go to Privet Drive."

"Privet Drive?" Andersen said in confusion.

"Well, in Devon County, I took on a small assignment and the pay was very good."

Andersen nodded, and then said, "But now we..."

"Let's go to London first!" Lind said, "but there's no need for the Knight Bus."

"Why?" Andersen asked confused.

Linde shook his head, "Safety first!" Knight Bus needed to use a magic wand to stop the bus and show his identity. There is a description in the original book. When Harry saw the Knight Bus for the first time, the conductor Stan read out his classic lines.

"Welcome aboard the Rider... an 'emergency bus' run by a witch or wizard in distress. Just hold out your 'wand' and step on board... My name is Stan Sand Parker, and I'll be your conductor tonight!"

There are two points that need attention.

"Emergency Transport" and "Magic Wand"

The first point of emergency is relatively broad. Basically, Lind has never been rejected every time he takes a bus. Lind has never seen those who hitchhiked in a hurry. Moreover, in the original book, the Weasley family also used this bus to catch the bus. Over the Hogwarts Express.

But the second point is more rigorous. His current identity is that of a little wizard without a wand! He hasn't forgotten this yet. He took a taxi yesterday because he borrowed Old Tom's wand from the Leaky Cauldron.

Now it's not a good idea to just call Knight Bus, since he doesn't have a wand.

"Then how do we get there?" Andersen asked.

Ever since Linde and Felix disappeared from the public's sight two years ago, he has become a dark figure. Let him go to London alone. How to get there?

"Hiking?" Andersen whispered.

"Should I push a small car and use a mobile phone to broadcast a live broadcast calling my family?" Linde rolled his eyes at him.

Andersen was so confused that he didn't understand what strange things Linde was talking about.

Linde looked at his dazed look and patted his wings, "You stay away from me first, I have a plan."

Andersen nodded, then raised his wings and looked back at him three times with deep worry in his eyes.

It seems that he does not believe that Linde has any good plans.

Linde smiled disdainfully, came to the main road, stood on the northbound lane, and began a long wait.

It was indeed a good idea!

Looking at the cars speeding by, Linde kept smiling and gave a thumbs up.

"How about I take you over!" Andersen whispered behind the shadow of the tree trunk behind Linde.

"Am I crazy or are you crazy? Have you forgotten that Ron and his friends drove the roller coaster last year? It's impossible that no one saw it." Linde said.

"Okay!"

"Then how about we play that, the one you mentioned last time... Rogue?" Andersen said again.

"What the hell Rogue?" Linde rolled his eyes at him. He still remembered that he complained to Andersen when he was watching Harry and his friends practicing Quidditch on the court from the window.

He was thinking, if the flying broom is brought into Grand Theft Auto and GoGo, what kind of tricks will they do...

"You stand directly in the middle of the road, and then the driver stops to get you, and then you go over and beat him up, and then steal his car!" Andersen thought Lind had forgotten what Grand Theft Auto meant, and explained carefully.

"Get me..." Lind looked at Andersen, gnashing his teeth and humming, with a tone of self-blame inexplicably.

"Don't let me get along with children, otherwise I will definitely make Andersen look like this now." He couldn't help but hold his forehead and said.

As he said that, he suddenly saw a small car coming towards him from the corner of his eye, and he smiled again and gave a thumbs up on the side of the road.

A red and black MINI, the current brand has not been acquired by BMW, and is still operated by the Rover Group.

However, he didn't know much about cars, but he knew that there were many luxury car brands in the UK, but MINI was not one of them. And looking at this model, it is generally a family version. There seemed to be a tent on the roof, the body was very dirty, and the wheels were covered in mud...

A well-off family living in London went out for an outing in June and was about to go home.

This was Lind's answer.

Then, for this kind of car, the chance of carrying people is high, and if their children are not much different in age from Lind, the chance will be even higher.

Thinking of this, Lind's smile on his face became more sincere. Most of the cars he met before were unwilling to carry him, but this one has the highest chance of carrying him.

The car slowly stopped beside Lind, and the window slowly lowered.

A man with a mustache on his chin slowly lowered the window. He looked about 30 or 40 years old and was wearing casual clothes. He was wearing a POLO shirt with a clean collar. There were obvious traces of ironing...

Hmm... a very delicate person.

Lind himself admired this kind of person very much. He was too lazy to cut his hair, and he would shave it off if he wanted to, and his clothes were all washed and cursed. Clean is for sure, but to say that he knows how to live? ! That's not the case at all.

"Child, what's wrong with you?" the man looked at Lind and said.

"I want to go to London." Lind said, with a rare smile on his face, this time he smiled from the heart.

"Where are your family members?" A female voice came from the left, and Lind bent down slightly and saw the man's wife. She looked young, with golden curly hair, big earrings, and well-maintained skin, but her hands were rough. She looked like a very capable and dignified housewife.

"I don't have a father, and my mother has passed away." Lind said.

"Oh, child... I didn't mean it." The woman exclaimed softly.

"It's okay, ma'am!" Lind said.

"Get in the car, child, we're going to London too." The man said, then turned his head slightly, "Catherine, open the door for this young gentleman!"

Behind, a cheerful girl's voice sounded, "Okay, Dad!"

As she said that, she heard a click, and the back door opened.

"Thank you very much!" Linde said, then went over, opened the door, and got in. Before he got in, he pouted at Andersen behind the tree trunk, signaling him to get in the car.

In the car, a little black-haired girl sat in the back, playing with a doll in her hand, and occasionally glanced at Linde.

It looked... not much different from Linde's age.

Linde carried his bag and greeted him, "Hello!"

"Hello!" The girl replied stiffly. She looked a little shy, without the joy she had just answered his father.

This is normal, many people are like this, they are very relaxed when they meet acquaintances, but a little uncomfortable with strangers. Or they can chat very well on the Internet, but they can't even speak clearly.

This kind of people can actually chat well as long as they take the initiative to bring up the topic and reduce the sense of strangeness.

It's a great family!

Linde smiled, he liked this family atmosphere very much.

After getting in the car, the car started slowly again.

"My name is Hank Johnson, this is my wife, Katie. And our daughter, Katherine. She's a little shy." The man driving introduced.

Lind greeted them one by one.

"Kid, what's the matter with you going to London alone?" Katie asked.

Lind looked at a snow globe in their car, and there was a Santa Claus next to it.

"Oh, I'm going to buy some things for school." Lind said,

"What grade are you in now?" the woman said.

"Second grade of middle school." Linde said, "A middle school in town."

"Great," she turned her head to look at her daughter, "Catherine will also go to middle school next year."

"Is she eleven?" Linde pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, but we haven't decided which school she should go to yet."

Linde looked at the Santa Claus in front of the car. It should be in the snow globe at this time. But it came out at this time. And the snow globe itself did not show any signs of damage or disassembly.

"I heard that Eton College is good." Linde smiled reluctantly, and an inexplicable bad premonition came over him.

"Catherine, stop playing with your dolls all the time, talk to your brother! He may be able to guide your homework." Ms. Katie said with a smile.

"Mom, I'm not playing with dolls." Catherine said.

"Then you are... Hey, don't..."

"I want her to play with me again." Catherine said, "She stood up and played with me when we were in the tent last night."

? !

You can even meet this? !

This is not a stand-in.

"Sorry, this child went camping for the first time last night, and he might be a little confused." Ms. Katie said.

"Uh, it's okay, I understand." Linde smiled, and then he looked at Catherine, "What's the name of your doll!"

"Well... she doesn't have a name yet!"

"Why not call her Annabelle." Linde smiled, he could only say that meeting is fate.

"Annabelle?!" Catherine whispered, her eyes scanning back and forth on her doll.

"It's a very nice name!" Catherine smiled, and then grabbed the doll, "Well, call it Annabelle."

As she said that, the air conditioner of the car suddenly creaked.

Uh...

"Today is the 18th, right?" Linde said.

"Yes!" Hank patted the air outlet of the air conditioner, and didn't understand why he started to creak.

Lind suddenly thought of the first time Harry received the letter. At that time, Hogwarts used various methods, from eggs, from the fireplace. All kinds of strange methods.

Suddenly, a thin light yellow object was blown out from the air outlet of the air conditioner.

"It seems that you don't have to worry about where Catherine went to study, madam." Lind said helplessly. Although he didn't know why the letter was delivered in the middle of June, just a few days after the holiday.

"What is this?!" Hank looked at the thing spit out from the air conditioner in confusion. Mrs. Katie picked it up and unfolded it.

The light yellow envelope was sealed with a thick red wax seal with a capital "H". There was also a shield-like emblem with a capital "H" in the center, and a lion, a snake, an eagle and a badger around the H.

The other side of the envelope was written in dark green ink:

Celtic Fifth Avenue, London driving direction

Back seat of the car

To Catherine Johnson!