[hp] stay out of it

Three days later, in a fast food restaurant in London, I, with my cap lowered, was slowly eating a hamburger combo in the corner.

I forgot to bring money when I went out three days ago—not because of the fear of witnessing the tragic scene of human life, but because I was in a state of being out of shape, and I never thought of taking money, or in other words, I never thought of being trapped in this body for three days For a long time, and it seems that this period can be extended to an unknown longer time.Fortunately, my eating and drinking are still not a problem so far, because I found that the people here seem to be too kind-hearted. As long as I stand in front of the food counter hungry, there must be steaming food from the counter to satisfy my hunger.

This point indirectly gave me some evidence that this is not the original world: Helping a little boy who seems to be rebellious enough to run away from home?It is not in line with common sense.It is normal to send him to the police station.

But when it comes to direct evidence, I still can't find it. I can't figure out whether this is a corner of a storybook, a movie, or someone's unrealistic fantasy: since I'm in England, I haven't found Sherlock Sherlock Holmes—neither in the 19th century nor in the 21st century; Frankenstein still only exists in novels in this place; as for the heroines in love novels such as Jane Eyre and Elizabeth Bennet, they are still only in bookstores The text in the book is quietly waiting for people to appreciate, and the age is not right... Of course, the premise is that this is indeed the time when the story happened, not the first 500 years or the last 500 years; A crazy kid who bounces a gun and comes back alive, a weird police booth, or a bookstore owner who doesn't like people coming into his shop.

But this can't prove anything - you must know that, except for the place where the story really takes place, it is entirely possible for other parts to be basically parallel to the original world in a reasonable and orderly manner.

At least when I called back to my country, the number I used at this time was empty.

This is not where I used to be.

I have no worries about food and clothing for the time being, and I am still a little out of shape.On the head is a hat "claimed" from the lost and found, enough to make my face less obvious, at least not at a glance, and the kid eating heartless burgers here takes up a third of the TV screen The man in the photo.

According to the news report, the police collected evidence and analyzed that it was George Lecter, a boy from the White family who was "unpredictable" friend of Vincent White, who visited the White home. After Ms. Heiqi White, who was preparing snacks, opened the door with a fruit plate, George rushed in. He closed the door with his backhand, grabbed the fruit knife from the fruit plate, and stabbed Ms. White to death. At the same time, he died of heart failure. Any unhealthy or even sub-healthy phenomenon.

No cause of death could be found.I frowned, this familiar way of dying...

Then there is the XL photo of Vincent White. The background seems to be a park in the city. The host said: "Considering George Lecter's murder without motive, there seems to be something else hidden in this case, and Vincent White White's disappearance makes the whole thing even more confusing..."

The people in the fast food restaurant began to discuss what role Vincent played, whether it was solved by the mastermind behind the scenes, or whether the tall and thin boy in the photo was the mastermind behind the scenes, and two main topics began to be disputed.

I am slowly chewing on the juicy beef, the cause of death is unknown...

Inexplicably familiar...

After eating, I took a tissue to wipe my mouth and fingers, pressed my hat and left the fast food restaurant.

Two homeless men pushed each other for a good seat at the subway entrance not far away.The world is not as friendly as I thought.So, why are those clerks offering me free food?I found a shaded wall to lean against, avoiding the hot summer sun, thinking hard.

Two beautiful girls passed by in front of them, one of them walked slowly with an ice cream, and the voice of their conversation was approaching with them.

"...Al's younger sister actually went to Stonewall Middle School!"

"Stonewall Middle School, what school is that?"

"That's the problem, a secondary school with no reputation in London... Ha! I looked it up yesterday..."

The two girls went away, leaving behind me who was as enlightened as ever.

Key words: Unknown cause of death, Stonewall Middle School...It's easy to think of something, isn't it?

Looking up at the sky of London, the London sky with the magical world exists in the dark, and it is quite blue... I took a deep breath and tried my best to suppress the ecstasy in my heart, lest I could not control myself and ran to the road and sang loudly: The world is really a nested existence, and each book—at least the seven known books—can constitute a complete and independent world!My hypothesis, no, now a theory, is perfect!

Now the hamburger shop clerk was very kind when he was hungry, which can be explained. I sang a song indiscriminately, speculating happily... It seems that I subconsciously cast magic when I was too hungry.I hadn't seen Harry Potter in a bookstore three days ago, but I hadn't considered this is this world because of the publication date.

magic!

Such a charming word.I whistled excitedly, sweeping away the muddled mental state of the previous three days, and planned to do an experiment. I bit the tip of my tongue, thinking of flames, flames, and snapped my fingers. A light blue spark accompanied by light and A crisp popping sound was born, and then a colorful light burst out.

I didn't expect a success at all, and even secretly prepared to deny that this is a magical world. I was taken aback. I didn't control it well, and the flame exploded, leaving a hot touch on my fingertips.

I am also a magician.

I froze in place.

This is not the original ordinary, boring world.

No, the important thing is that my own existence here proves my theory correct.I am a scholar who can use myself to prove that my theory is correct, who will be happier than me?

"Ah-! I was right!"

In the end, I couldn't hold it back, and let out a long roar towards the sky full of ecstasy, which disturbed the quiet streets of London and also alarmed the patrolling police.

"Hey, you, stop." The fat policeman ignored the two homeless men blocking the entrance of the subway passage, turned and walked towards me.I happily waved my hat at him, and walked away from the morning crowd.