"Look hey!" Logan used his spiritual power to float a spoon in the air and slowly turned it. "I succeeded!"

"Congratulations." Zhao Mai sat aside and used the natural force to treat his injuries. If he did not use his psychic power and simply compared his physical fitness, he would be beaten half to death by Logan every time. Logan has been in the army since he was a young man, constantly fighting and fighting again, and often fights side-by-side as long as he gets money, which is exciting. He mastered a variety of fighting methods for many armies, and mixed the experience of street fighting and underground black fist, and created a set of quick and effective fighting methods within a short distance. Zhao Mai knew that this set of techniques would slowly spread and be used by many superpowers, including the famous Black Widow and Captain America. In fact, Black Widow was also personally trained by Wolverine.

"Don't be stern, I know my psychic powers are not as strong as you." Logan seemed to have found a new toy and kept playing with it excitedly. However, when he was excited, he would lose control of his abilities, and the spoon fell off with a bang.

"There are many uses of the psychic powers. I only give you one of them. They need to be calm and used. They have many magical functions, mainly focusing on creating and controlling external objects." Zhao Mai knew that he and Logan were about to break up, so he told him frankly: "There is another use. Focusing the superpowers on themselves can greatly enhance physical fitness and combat ability, just like me. I didn't teach you a second method because I was worried that this would make you enter violent more frequently and lose your mind. If you one day think you can completely control your temper, I will teach you the second method."

"What you promised was not like at the beginning. I asked you to study and collect blood, and taught you all the fighting skills. You have reserved this way..." Logan thought for a while and snorted: "Although I know it's for my own good, you're a little too much."

"Just say 'I think I'm fine, teach me now' and I'll teach you all." Zhao Mai shrugged, twisted the bottle cap on the bottle and put it aside. "In the future, because it's too violent, the brain heals itself and loses all memories. You can't blame me."

"Will that happen?" Logan thought for a while, "I believe you again. I will come to you after I have mastered the skills of storing all my memories into the supernatural crystal."

"Why are you looking for me? I don't have a fixed place to live."

"Don't underestimate my nose. When I want to find someone, there is no time I can't find it." Logan said to Zhao Mai: "Long Roar, you and Tolkien are my friends, you must live well in the future."

"You just need to remember not to believe in the Japanese." Zhao Mai said.

Logan left quietly, and Tolkien couldn't see him when he fell asleep. Zhao Mai knew when Logan left, and knew that he didn't like to say goodbye, so he didn't see him off. When he left, he carried a bag of pounds and war bonds. These were enough for him to live for a long time, and even just invested reasonably enough for him to live forever. However, Logan was not a squirrel that stored food, but a wolf. He would only eat all the meat and then look for the next prey.

People always come and go. Tolkien asked Oxford University for leave again, on the grounds that "going to the army to investigate and perform tasks." The school did not want teachers to go to war all day, so he was tough. "If you leave, you will have no seat!" But this did not shake his yearning for magic at all.

Seeing that his attitude was firm, the school did not expel him in the end, but gave him a last chance. In this way, after saying goodbye to Edith, he also stepped on his backpack and rushed to London in Zhao Mai's car.

Fortunately, it is World War I, and there is no large-scale air raids and bombing, unlike during World War II. Because of the large number of factories and the use of coal, London is often shrouded in smog, and Zhao Mai and his friends arrived at a time when they encountered such a heavy fog. In a trance, Zhao Mai seemed to have returned to his hometown a century later. But if you tell it carefully, the smell of haze here is still somewhat different from the hometown in your memory, and it is a bit unauthentic.

There are long queues of people everywhere on the streets. Due to the implementation of the rationing system, queuing for tickets to exchange things is something residents have to do every day. Of course, the black market exists, and it is in a semi-open state, and there is even a black market opened by the police station. Zhao Mai and Tolkien are also looking for the black market, but it is another black market: the wizard's black market.

According to the letter, they had to go to a place called "Diagon Alley" and purchase some things for wizards. This was actually a test, because the "Broken Cauldron Bar" at the entrance of Diagon Alley uses magic, which can only be seen by people with wizard blood.

Wizard blood is a very strange thing, and it has derived various titles such as pure blood, hybrid, squin and muggles. According to statistics, pure blood has better abilities on average, and it is easier to have particularly powerful wizards. Mixed blood may cause the loss of magical abilities among descendants. Of course, pure blood families may also give birth to children without magical talent, which is "squin". As for Muggles, it refers to people who do not know that the magic world cannot be magic, at least this is what the word means at the beginning.

"Westminster District, Charling Cross." Tolkien widened his eyes hard and finally saw the sign clearly. "It should be here, let's get off the car and look for it!"

Zhao Mai looked at the map of the phone, compared the things displayed on it with the surrounding environment, and tested how strong the navigation ability of the phone was. After walking not far, Tolkien poked him with his elbow and said in an excited tone: "Look! Bar of the Broken Cauldron!"

What? Zhao Mai looked away from the screen of the phone and looked over Tolkien's finger. He only saw an unvisited flower shop and a newspaper booth, as it was shown on his phone. But when he was observing intently, he saw a black and gray broken house slowly "squeezing" out of the flower shop and newspaper booth, like slowly blowing a bubble gum from his lips.

What does this mean? Does it have magical bloodline or not? Before Zhao Mai could think about this issue, Tolkien pulled it forward.

The Broken Cauldron Bar seems to be very old. The wooden buildings look like the medieval style. The narrow and small entrance can only make people squeeze over sideways, with a black wooden sign hanging on it. A witch is stirring a big pot hard. The pot has broken a hole and the potion flows all over the floor. It seems that this is the origin of the "Broken Cauldron".

Tolkien raised his hand to grab the door knocker, but he didn't expect the door knocker to be alive, so he made a "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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