Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

　　 Shire sold a lot of Mithril Longswords, and also sold a pocket watch of Mr. Rabbit. Although the latter is a specialty only in Wonderland, the drop rate in Wonderland is extremely high.

　　 There are still a lot of useless starter suits in his bag, but this kind of equipment is not easy to sell.

　　Alchemy is not an alchemy product that can be bought back and can be copied directly after dismantling it, otherwise there will be no such thing as a signature work.

　　 So although the enchantment on the novice suit is very valuable, it is meaningless to the boss Raken. It is not as good as the Mithril Longsword, at least it can extract rare alchemy materials.

　　 Even if it is Mr. Rabbit’s pocket watch, it is also because it involves the concept of time, and it is a rare product of wonderland, which makes Lacan take it with interest.

　　 The big head that is really valuable still falls on the Mithril Longsword.

But I know if the long swords are sold too much, anyway, when he finally left this weird alchemy shop, the owner Laken and the house-elf pocket watch, the big and small, looked at him with very complicated eyes, like looking at something. Kind of residue product.

　　 They must have thought that they had taken out the Mithril Longsword from their ancestors and sold them.

　　 Well, it must be for this reason.

　　. . .

Returning along the same path, Charles quickly passed by the alchemy shop with the invisible cloak floating in the window before. Seeing that Charles came back, the invisible cloak greeted him with great spirit, and looked forward to it. .

　　 Charles opened the door and walked in.

　　" Knock!

　　 He walked to the counter and tapped on the table.

　　 "Wrap the invisible garment in the window for me."

　　 "Good sir."

　　 The house elves who are in charge of the sales bow again and again. The invisibility cloak is of high value, but the price is also high, and the market is almost saturated. It is usually difficult to sell one. This is a big business.

　　 handed over a bag of Jin Jialong, and Charles looked around.

　　Hermione’s Christmas present is there, and the rest is someone else’s. Charles touched the Jin Jialong in his pocket. Sure enough, he couldn’t do without money.

　　 Then I walked around all afternoon.

　　. . .

　　 In the evening, Hogwarts.

　　 Apparition is not suitable for long-distance travel, even for the Shire, crossing the country is already a very dangerous practice, intercontinental level, it is only Dumbledore's level wizard can do it.

　　 Huge magic power, amazing talent, and meticulous control are indispensable, otherwise it will inevitably cause serious separation.

　　 But on the contrary, Karma Taj teleportation is very suitable for long-distance travel, and it can also ignore Hogwarts' anti-phantom manifestation magic.

　　 The two can just form a complement.

　　 With the help of these two kinds of magic, Charles can easily leave Hogwarts and do his own affairs without anyone discovering.

　　 Well, it's not completely absent.

　　 Looking at Snape on the other side of the corridor aggressively and heading straight to him, Charles sighed. The old bat was so powerful that he didn't know who was going to show it to him.

　　 Snape blocked Charles in the corridor.

　　 "Look at who is back. It turned out to be the famous Mr. Diemore, the busiest man in Slytherin College."

　　 He looked at Charles condescendingly, with a chill tone like black lake water pouring out of the cellar.

　　 Charles rolled his eyes.

　　 "Say what you want."

　　 Just as Snape was about to speak, he heard a burst of laughter from the corridor. The two turned their heads and saw a group of Hufflepuff's third and fourth graders.

　　 Under Charles's blinding eyes and Snape's murderous eyes, a group of little badgers instantly stopped, shivering and passing quickly, and Charles even saw a third-year girl who fell.

　　 The name of the old bat is well-deserved.

　　 "Agbara."

　　 Snape spit out four words.

"what?"

　　 Charles asked in surprise.

　　 "You promised me."

　　 After thinking about it, Charles suddenly laughed.

　　 "Of course I promised you, but what makes you think that if you help me make a pot of ageing agent, this is all over?"

　　 "Also, have you read the book I gave you, even if you go to Agbara, are you confident to win against Jiafang?"

　　 Snape didn't answer, but his aura said it all.

"Do not make jokes."

　　 Charles laughed.

　　 "If he gets the magic lamp, it will be useless even if Dumbledore goes."

　　 "So, what time are we wasting here."

　　 Snape started spraying cold air again.

　　 "But how do you know that he hasn't got the magic lamp now."

　　 Shire's rhetorical question made Snape enter the state of Occlumency, because he was afraid that he couldn't control his expression, and couldn't control his expression of wanting to cast a curse on Shire.

　　 He looked at Shire hollowly.

　　 "Relax."

　　 smiled and patted Snape on the arm, and Charles pushed him away and walked towards the Slytherin cellar.

　　 "I know the fairy tale world better than you. All we need to do now is to wait. What you need to do is also to wait."

"wait for what."

　　 Snape asked calmly behind him.

　　 "A chance."

　　 Charles whispered softly.

　　. . .

　　 "Hey! Charles!"

　　 When Charles returned to the Slytherin lounge, Draco was sitting on the sofa, putting his legs on the table in front of him in an unimaginative manner.

　　 Pansy leaned against him softly, curling up her short black hair, playing with it boredly.

Sitting across from 　　 were Gore and Crabbe. These two idiots didn't know where they got a bunch of butter cakes, and they were full of feasts.

　　 Blaise was next to a few people and hooked up with a Slytherin girl who was one grade higher than him. Charles remembered what this girl was called.. What is it, forget it, I can’t remember it.

　　 Seeing Charles enter the lounge, Draco immediately jumped up from the sofa chair, which caused Pansy to fall directly into the position where he was sitting directly.

　　 Pansy raised his head angrily, but Charles and Draco were already far away.

　　 Although the Shire and Felix matter did not appear in the Daily Prophet, and the other colleges basically didn't know it, everyone in Slytherin knew it.

　　 Ke people are forgetful creatures, so are wizards. Three months have passed, and everything is calm. Coupled with the low-key whereabouts of Charles, he seems to have been forgotten for a while.

　　 But Draco couldn't forget the infinite feeling of falling, and he would have nightmares even now when he thinks about it.

　　 However, how much is the stick waving, and the carrot is just as fragrant as it is gnawed.

　　 At first, Draco naturally tried to avoid Shire, but he couldn't avoid it. They were in the same dormitory, which made Draco quite desperate.

　　 Later, there was a turning point because of a trouble.

　　 Young Master Draco's stinky mouth and the offending of Slytherin's socialites really broke out one day.

　　 One time in the corridor after class, he was blocked by a few senior Slytherin students, all of whom were from a pure-blooded twenty-eight family, ready to make trouble for him.

　　 With the magic mastered by senior students, people like Draco and Galpensey would not be their opponents when tied together.

　　 Seeing that Draco was about to be cursed, Charles, who had been paddling, finally moved his hands.

　　 But his attack was not heavy, he just beat back all the spells that had flown over.

　　 These senior students were also very acquainted, with warnings from a letter from home, and they didn't know exactly what connection the Shire hybrid had with Dumbledore. After a few harsh words, they left in a hurry.

　　 Sure enough, not as crazy as the Reserve Death Eaters.

　　 This is also the status quo of Slytherin. No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, the entire surface of Slytherin maintains a certain level of harmony.

　　 "You better be careful these days."

　　 Draco leaned against the door frame and whispered to Charles in the bedroom.

　　After this incident, the relationship between Draco and Charles really gradually improved. Although he still had some opinions about the mixing of Charles with Harry and Gryffindor, he was also very careful.

　　 especially after a few lessons.

"what happened."

　　 "I belong to the Puwit family."

　　 He stroked his big platinum back head lazily.

　　 "My dad said that with the old fellow Dumbledore intervening, the school board gave up on mediating this matter, but the Prowitt family has not given up yet. They threatened to make the mixed blood pay the price of blood."

　　 "That's you."

　　 Draco raised his eyebrows at Shire with his classic, malicious expression.

　　 If I didn't know what he was talking about, I thought this guy was provoking.

　　 "You are often out of school, mixing with those Gryffindor idiots... better be careful."

　　 Others may not know that Charles can leave school casually, but Draco must know because they share a dormitory.

　　 "It's really rare, you should worry about my safety."

　　 "I'm not worried about you, I just don't want to hear others say, look, it's this guy."

　　 "Look at his poor roommate, who was killed in the corner. It's miserable."

　　 Charles glanced at him.

　　 Although the relationship between the two of them has become more harmonious, Draco's stinky mouth still hasn't changed. Sometimes Shire can't even tell whether he is telling the truth or not.

　　 "Given the difference between our two strengths, I think this sentence is more suitable for you."

　　 "Be serious."

　　 Draco, leaning on the door frame, changed his posture, embracing his arms.

　　 "The power of pure blood is not understandable by you as a hybrid, and it is different from the mudbloods of Gryffindor. The Pwell family has a special kind of magic..."

　　 "Psychedelic magic."

　　 Charles interrupted him.

"you know?"

　　Draco was surprised.

　　 Charles glanced at him again and said nothing.

　　 Draco rolled his eyes lazily.

　　 Seeing Shire put on a towel to go to the bathroom, he asked afterwards.

　　 "Before Christmas is our game against Gryffindor, you will come and watch it."

　　 "Why are you asking me this question."

　　 "This is a Slytherin group activity, and it's Quidditch! Quidditch!"

　　 Draco seemed to be jumping behind, trying to emphasize the fun and greatness of Quidditch.

　　 But Charles was not interested, he sighed.

"maybe."

　　 "You better come."

　　 Draco didn't say much about this, he shrugged, turned and left the dormitory, helping Charles close the dormitory door by the way.

　　 "Because more and more people in Slytherin have opinions on you."

　　. . .

　　 Charles is not interested in Quidditch. He doesn't know how to play. In fact, he plays well. Although he is not a talented player like Harry, practice makes perfect.

　　 He can play anywhere.

　　 But he felt that this sport had no technical content and was a waste of time.

　　As Halloween approaches, I am still only familiar with advanced magic, and I am not satisfied with recovering the once, or even beyond, the far away Shire.

　　 He knows very well that mastering low-level magic, high-level magic, and mastering some magical changes is not a big deal. Many high-level wizards can do it, which is far from the culmination.

　　 The Shire in the game used to stand very high, but it was because of this that he knew better. No one actually knew what the apex was.

　　 Even if he used to be.

　　 So his progress is not fast.

　　 It's a pity that even so, he still didn't escape the disaster, because after lunch the next day, he had no chance to go to the library with Hermione, so she was dragged to Quidditch Field.

　　 As the Quidditch match approached, the Quidditch team began to practice. Naturally, the curious Hermione would not miss it. Go to the training ground to see how the players train.

　　 After all, Harry was elected the newest seeker.

　　 Then this afternoon was spent in Hermione while complaining about the barbarity of the sport, while watching with relish.

　　. . .

　　 Weekend.

　　 Charles, who returned home, sat on the floor of his bedroom. He spread out a huge map in front of him, which was a detailed map of the New World.

　　 Time flies quickly, and another week has passed since the Shire went to the hidden commercial street in France.

　　 There is not much time left before Halloween.

　　 Today is Friday, Charles decided to take advantage of this weekend to go to the New World to get things done, find that small town, and find that special magical creature.

　　 Prepare in advance for the three random big plots that may appear next.

　　 But before that, he needs to have an understanding of the various side plots of the New World.

　　 In the old place, he sold the alchemy materials and gold he bought from the French Magic Commercial Street, and then Charles immediately had a working capital in his hands, he added the necessities, and then bought this map.

　　Charles certainly knew the location of the town he was looking for, because this plot was a fixed plot.

　　 However, in addition to some fixed plots, there are also many random plots. Each archive is different. This is to prevent some conflicting side plots from appearing together.

　　 Charles is also not sure what plots are in this world, so he needs a map and place names to get a general understanding.

　　 and ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Charles felt that he was lucky, because just a few glances, he saw some very valuable side plots, the name of the town.

　　 It seems that his magic notebook can't be sent out.

　　 "click."

　　 Charles in the bedroom suddenly heard the door opening downstairs.

　　 It should be Andrea who is back. Today's get off work is early enough.

　　 Charles got up and prepared to go downstairs to meet Andrea, but soon he heard that Andrea was not the only one who opened the door and came in.

　　 "Thank you, thank you, Miss Hepham."

　　 is a strange man's voice.

　　 "You're welcome."

　　 This is Andrea's voice.

　　 "Well, it's not bad, it doesn't look as bad as expected."

　　 This is another... the tone sounds a bit uncomfortable, and Shire always feels that it sounds familiar.

　　 After thinking for a while, he did not show up directly, but his figure was illusory and disappeared directly in place.

　　 Then the magic wand lightly tapped, and the map on the floor was immediately cleared up like a cloud, and the surrounding debris was restored to its place, and the whole house was restored to what it was when the Shire did not come back in an instant.

　　 Then he opened the door quietly, standing on the second floor and looking down.

　　 It is not that he is cautious and suspicious, but Charles, who has played so many archives, knows very well that as the protagonist of the game, things will not happen to him for no reason.

　　 Anything may involve a plot.

　　 And sure enough, Charles walked out of the room in the state of the phantom curse. As soon as he bowed his head, he was on the second floor, facing a long face of the same type of Doctor Strange downstairs.

　　Char:...