Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Ara ala." Murakami sighed meaninglessly, "Why? It's obvious that there can't be a sixth floor here no matter what."

Ignoring his emotion, Robert suggested, "Why don't we go over and have a look? Maybe we can get to the sixth floor over there and know what the 'sight from the same floor' feels like."

Murakami Takashi nodded, "Your mentality is very good. You don't blindly believe in the client's words, but you don't completely disbelieve it either."

"After all, we are Muggles." Robert said matter-of-factly. "In the Kingdom of Corruption, very few Muggles can see these magical creatures, but a few Muggles have mysterious powers due to their ancestors and can inadvertently peek at them. Another world, and the Ministry of Magic is responsible for reducing the impact of these things before more Muggles know about them.

"Generally speaking, what they do is to use a forgetting spell or a confusion spell, but some people have special systems and are likely to recall forgotten memories one day after the spell is cast." Robert thought of Hermione. This happened to their family, but the Grangers seemed to have their memories wiped out, and she was let off because she might be a little wizard.

"So, sometimes they may forget what they saw, but in a daze, some images will remain in their minds." Robert explained, "In this case, we need to rule out what is going on. Is it because of the remnants of forgotten memories due to excessive fear, or is it because he is just dazzled."

Murakami nodded approvingly, "Very good, it seems that you have mastered some tips for dealing with supernatural events. Remember, always remain skeptical of the client's words, believe in your own investigation, and try not to deal with events that are too dangerous. Go get involved.”

"After all, your own life is the most important, isn't it?" Murakami shrugged, looking carefree, "So, don't worry, even if this commission fails, we will just go back to school in despair."

Robert couldn't help but remind him, "Although it is true, have you forgotten something very important?"

He pointed to the suit on Murakami Takashi and reminded, "Your clothes, because of this suit, your current balance is only five digits."

What can you do with ten thousand yen?

For people like them who need physical strength, they must eat rice and meat for three meals a day. Therefore, it is okay to eat bread and noodles occasionally. If they eat it every day, they will cry. This is not allowed. There is no mention of a quick food - bento.

The bento culture in Neon is still quite prosperous, and the prices range from high to low, but if you are in a convenience store, a bento priced at 200-400 is a good choice.

In other words, the money can buy 25-50 lunch boxes, which can probably keep him from starving to death for one to two weeks.

But if you want to be like Uncle Wulang...well.

It's better to come out and pick up the work.

If Takashi Murakami came out to accept the commission alone, he might have directly stated that he would live on lunch boxes in the next few days, but the problem is, he is not alone.

Yuko is still here!

Murakami Takashi's expression changed for a while, then he finally gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "No! I have to complete everything in this commission! If I can't complete it, I won't have the shame to stand in front of Yuko again!"

Robert looked at this guy speechlessly, who fell into a strange fantasy because of one sentence. By the way, your soul is not burning, right?

"Block the honor of the student council president of my magic institute!"

Good, he's already burning.

Walking downstairs, the two came to the apartment rented by Mr. Nakamura.

It was obviously just autumn, so it was surprisingly too hot. However, the moment I stepped into the apartment, I felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on me.

"It feels a little bad." The corner of Robert's mouth twitched, "Have the people here turned on the central air conditioning?"

"Hey, you actually know about air conditioners!" Murakami was shocked. "I thought wizards from the rotten country would only use cooling spells and the like to cool themselves down."

Robert looked at him with disgust, "What do you know? In a few years, you will deeply realize the profound meaning of the sentence 'my life is given by the air conditioner'."

"No, that will never happen." Murakami refused to say such a shameful sentence, "It was obviously given to me by my parents."

The two of them talked all kinds of useless nonsense, like two social animals returning home from get off work, and entered the elevator arm in arm.

As the bright red numbers on the display slowly decreased and reached the first floor, the elevator door opened with a ding.

The two people who wanted to take a step retracted their feet in embarrassment.

very good.

Better take the stairs.

Why is there a kappa in the elevator who is short of water?

"I already regret coming here." In the safe passage, as the footsteps of the two people sounded, the sensor light turned on at the right time. Murakami muttered, "There are ghosts appearing in the elevator. This is already scary, okay? ?Isn’t this really someone’s soul-nurturing place? It’s really dangerous for us to enter so rashly!”

Robert ignored him and climbed up to the sixth floor.

For two people, climbing six floors in one breath was nothing. After looking around for a while, they discovered a surveillance probe.

"Um...do I need to cover it?" Robert asked, "Or do you know of any way to prevent the probe from seeing us?"

Murakami Takashi explained, "It shouldn't be a high-end product, just a magic spell."

As the cool feeling spread throughout the body, the little wizards disappeared from sight.

"Speaking of which, there seems to be a kind of surveillance that can record sounds. I don't know if this can hear our voices." Murakami muttered softly.

"If the sound of walking is heard, the people in the control room will probably be extremely frightened." Robert responded casually, "Well, 608, is this one?"

Murakami looked up at the house number and nodded, "That's it."

"This number is too auspicious. Why are ghosts haunting it?" Robert couldn't help but vomited, "Do you want to go in?"

Murakami shook his head at the speed of light, "Absolutely not. I think the environment here is already very scary. If this door is opened and the spirit body inside comes out, we will definitely be finished."

"Okay." Robert looked away regretfully, "In that case, we need to find a place where we can see the other side."

"Well, speaking of it, I remember that there seems to be a place in this apartment where you can see the building opposite." Murakami looked thoughtfully at the empty corridor, "It's right in front."