Rubik’s Cube Heavens

　　 Kewen immediately turned his head to look, but didn't want to turn his head halfway. A three-story bus with a purple body, accompanied by a bang, suddenly stopped in front of him and Ollivander.

　　 "Fuck!" was taken aback, a sentence from his hometown was reflexively exploded by Kewen.

　　 "What?" Ollivander asked while putting away the wand in his hand.

　　 "Oh, nothing, it's just that it suddenly..." Cowen said as he patted his chest in shock.

　　 Ollivander smiled in front of Cowen for the first time after hearing this, although it was only a slight curl of the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Okay, kid, follow me in the bus first." Ollivander greeted him and stepped onto the bus.

　　 Kewen raised his head and looked at the bus carefully, then stepped on his short legs and quickly followed.

　　 The inside and outside of the car are like two worlds. I can't hear anything outside, but as soon as I get in the car, my ears are full of greetings.

　　 The driver, as well as the three passengers on the first floor, were all greeting Ollivander with surprise. Ollivander also had a gentle smile on his face, responding politely one by one, and casually uttered the material of the other party’s wand and the time of purchase, and quietly uttered a little compliment and praise in the car. The few people are all in a good mood.

　　 ‘This old man has something...’ Cowen secretly said in his heart.

"Mr. Ollivander, who is this?" The driver, who seemed to have forgotten his responsibilities, still did not close the door and start the bus. Instead, he turned his attention to Cowen, and when he opened his mouth, he also attracted the attention of other passengers. come over.

　　Ollivander heard the words, the smile on his face narrowed a little, and said in a calm tone: "He is Covin Quinn. For some reason, he should be adopted by me for the time being..."

"Merlin's beard!" A wizard with messy hair and sloppy clothes exclaimed, and then his gaze at Kewen became very envious, and he smiled complimentarily: "It's really a favored man by Merlin. child."

"Yeah yeah…"

　　 "Oh, this kid is so beautiful."

　　 "Yes, I rarely see such a foreign child who fits our aesthetics."

　　"..."

　　 All kinds of praise filled Cowen’s ears, making him wonder what kind of response he should make, but in short, as long as a smile and a little shyness are right...

　　 After a while, the bus driver remembered his duty and started the bus. Ollivander and the three passengers also finished complimenting each other and started laughing and talking about some gossip.

　　 Our little Kewen sat on a bed with his feet hanging free, holding the railing at the head of the bed with both hands, staring at the windshield of the bus dumbfoundedly.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 Two cars came side by side oncoming, but at the moment when Cowen thought the accident was about to happen, the bus suddenly shrank in width and passed between the two cars on the opposite side.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 Two hundred miles without drift and ninety degrees, what the hell! The small spacecraft in the virtual game can't produce this effect! Inertia too! The laws of physics are crying!

　　 Kewen didn't know how he sat down on this bus, and his mind was only flashing left, turning right, stopping suddenly, and starting suddenly.

　　 When he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the ground, and the memory of getting off the bus was covered by various unscientific operations of the bus.

"Is it slower?" Ollivander's voice sounded, with a hint of smile in his tone: "It seems that you are not compatible with this way of movement. Personally, I suggest that you should be more careful when you learn to fly a broomstick in the future. Maybe your talents in this area can only be developed after a long period of practice."

　　 "Uh... I just... the first time..." Kewen's thinking is still a bit erratic, so some words are not expressing.

"It's okay, you might get used to it faster in the future." Ollivander gave a suggestion, and then asked curiously: "Speaking of which, what you said "fuck" on the way...is this pronunciation? What does this word mean?"

After hearing this, Kewen finally recovered, but his facial muscles were slightly stiff, but facing Ollivander’s curiosity expression, he could only bite the bullet and replied: "This is... a dialect in my hometown. Well, when surprised or sighed..."

"Oh~ I understand." Ollivander said with a stunned look: "It's like Muggles say'My God', but we in the magic world generally say'Merlin's beard', or'Merlin's hat and staff.' What? Of course there are many people who are used to saying goodness, only GOD has nothing to do with us."

　　 "Uh... Merlin's panties?" Cowen tried to make a little joke.

Ollivander was taken aback when he heard the words, then raised his head and laughed, and raised his hand to touch Cowen’s small head and said: “Of course, but this word can only be used between friends. It seems a bit frivolous in formal conversations. Lack of education."

　　Ollivander was obviously not interested in continuing to preach. The laugh just now was considered rare, after all, he had just been involved in a troublesome incident.

"Okay boy, let's go in." Ollivander pointed at the door in front of the two of them: "Oh yes, maybe you should remember the location here. This is the intersection of Muggle World and Diagon Alley. UU reading www.uukanshu.com will basically pass through here in the future."

　　 Kewen immediately looked around after hearing the words, remembering the environment.

　　 After a while, seeing Kewen no longer look around, Ollivander stepped forward, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the "Broken Cauldron Bar" in front of him.

　　 The old slate brick floor is jagged and uneven. The mottled places on the stone skin wall corresponded to the red bricks that were about to lose their color. At a glance, the words ‘Dangerous House’ came to mind involuntarily.

A simple chain ring chandelier with a few oil lamps on it. The dim light barely illuminates a five-meter radius. Therefore, you can see that many candlesticks have been added to the walls inside the tavern, which barely covered the entire tavern. Within a layer of hazy, dim light.

　　The wooden round tables and long tables that are completely soaked in oil stains make people not have the idea of ​​sitting there, for fear that the oil stains on the tables and chairs will also soak the clothes.

　　 Of course, this is just Kewen's own opinion, and the various wizards in the bar obviously don't care, taking up most of the seats in the bar.

　　 I looked around quickly for a week and saw the wizards who looked sloppy no matter what they were wearing, Kewen couldn't help but feel a headache.

　　I am used to martial arts training, and the blood and fire in the virtual game are also used to it, but dirty is one thing, sloppy is another thing...not good!

　　 Like the scene of a knight bus reappearing, Ollivander is obviously very well-known in the magic world, and all kinds of wizards greet him along the way.

　　 Ollivander is also like on a bus. Whenever he asks who Kewen is, he will inform him of Kewen’s ‘adopted son’ status.

　　 Just like that, Kewen followed all the way, and got unfamiliar praise and pity...