Yokohama Notes of a Miss Wizard

Although London, England has always been known as the "fog city", Alvira has never seen such a thick fog.

In this overwhelming white fog, the visibility is probably less than 100 meters, let alone distinguishing between east, west, north and south.

She could only hear indistinct human voices in the distance, but they didn't sound very familiar.

Because that didn't seem to be her native language, but a foreign language she learned as a hobby—Japanese.

But now there seems to be no better way than walking in the direction of the sound.

Alvira shook her right hand lightly, and the wand in the wand holder slipped into her palm.

The voices of those people were erratic, and it was vaguely discernible that most of their conversations were "another person died here" and the like.From this content, the danger beyond the fog can also be heard.

She had to be ready.

Even using magic in front of mortals is not the norm.

Alvira clenched her wand tightly, her heart pounding in her chest.

The closer she got to the source of the sound, the more nervous she became, and she didn't know what she was nervous about.Perhaps it was the clearer conversations and the not-so-beautiful smells that made her vaguely aware of something that was completely unexpected to her.

such as……

This mist is manipulated by people.

It was obviously very close, and even she could clearly hear other people's voices, but she still couldn't see even one person.

There are also unfamiliar streets, constant gunfire and the smell of drugs in the air.

All of these undoubtedly showed one thing—this was not the peaceful and peaceful world she was familiar with.

Danger is lurking, and it will come to her at some point.

She didn't want to die, so she could only escape.

But where can she escape?Running away aimlessly will only waste stamina and mana, and it is easier to get yourself an unfortunate ending.

Alvira stood at the entrance of the alley, leaning on the wall with her left hand, carefully looking for a suitable transformation location.

In this situation, it is more suitable to walk in the form of a cat, which is not easy to attract attention.

It's just that if she wants to become a cat, she needs a sufficiently secluded "dressing room" that won't be disturbed by people.

As soon as he leaned on the wall and turned the corner, the strange white mist dissipated in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a group of people appeared at the other end of the alley.

They were wearing black suits, and each of them held a gun in their hands. They looked well-equipped and well-trained.

In the middle of this alley lay an old man half buried in the ground (in the physical sense).

Alvira, who was in a dilemma, hadn't made any reaction yet, and the men in suits who spotted her pointed their guns at her in unison.

"Who are you?" one of them asked, "Did you kill the chief officer?"

No matter how you think about it, it can't be her... Thinking of this, Alvira gently waved her wand with her right hand behind her back, casting a protective magic on herself.She didn't have any amulets on her, so she could only use magic to make ends meet.In this way, if you are hit by a bullet, you will inevitably be injured, but your life can still be saved.

After taking protective measures, she raised her head to look at the men in black.

"It's not me." Alvira replied in Japanese.

The man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the young man who walked out from behind him.

The black-haired boy was also wearing a black suit, but unlike the strong men, he not only casually draped his coat over his shoulders, but also had bandages all over his body.

After suffering such a serious injury, he still has to come out to find the so-called "chief cadre", then this person must be very important.

Speaking of which, the "big assistant cadre" should refer to the old man on the ground, right?

Thinking of this, Alvira couldn't help but feel a little more headache.

After all, if she is suspected of being the murderer of the "General Officer", she will definitely have countless troubles.

The boy walked to the front of the group of men in black, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Alvira, "Miss, my subordinates are too stupid for not seeing your innocence. To express my apologies...you Need me to do something?"

"I don't need anything." Even though the young man had already said that she was innocent, Alvira did not dare to let go of her vigilance, "Please don't walk towards me again!"

Hearing her strong refusal, the boy stopped in his tracks and spread his hands out to show harmlessness.

Standing in the middle of the alley with a smile that made people feel good, he said, "Miss, look, I don't have a weapon with me."

As he said that, he suddenly realized and added: "Hey, Miss is so defensive, is it because I haven't introduced myself yet?"

"My name is Dazai." The boy put his hands back into his pockets and said word by word, "Dazai."

The name sounds familiar.

As a witch, Alvira could only remember that this was a name she had heard before among mortals.It is a pity that she has no idea who and what has been done.

But since he is a well-known figure among mortals, he should be either very good or very bad.

Under the circumstances, Alvira could never see that he would be in the "very good" category, let alone trust him.

She leaned against the wall and took a half step back, "Mr. Dazai has already said that I am innocent, so can I leave?"

"Leave?" Osamu Dazai stood where he was, with a hint of interest flashing in his eyes like withered leaves.

He floated a few steps in Alvira's direction, as if being pushed by the wind, "Miss, why are you unwilling to accept my invitation?"

"Obviously my request has always been granted..."

Unknowingly, Osamu Dazai walked closer and closer, so close that he could grab the girl in front of him who didn't know what was thinking when he stretched out his hand.

If it wasn't for being confused by his iris eyes, why did Alvira react until now?

Seeing that Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to grab her, she hurriedly retreated several steps.

"Don't come here!" Alvira refused again, pointing at Osamu Dazai with the magic wand hidden behind her back, "If you get any closer to me, I will start to defend myself."

Osamu Dazai withdrew his right foot, stared at the wand in her hand, and let out a chuckle from between his lips and teeth.

"You are very interesting."

He made a gesture, and the men in black behind him raised their guns and aimed at Alvira again.

"Please come with me to a new place and get to know each other well. Isn't it good?"

Alvy didn't even dare to move, she took a breath and refused, "Not good."

"Then there is no way."

As Osamu Dazai's voice was about to hit the ground, the men in black pulled the trigger together.

Alvira had already prepared for this result.She swung her wand just in time to silently say the teleportation spell just as Osamu Dazai finished saying that.As for the destination, at the moment when she was unfamiliar with the place, she could only rely on luck.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a large living person disappeared directly.

Osamu Dazai, who was closest to Alvira, stopped his subordinates from wasting bullets, walked out of the alley and looked left and right before returning to the alley.

"I'll leave the affairs of the chief cadres to you."

He walked through the crowd and walked in the direction he had come from.

After standing firmly on her feet, Alvira turned around to observe the environment.

The place she randomly chose was a dead end, with no one around, only a few stray cats laying on the wall basking in the sun with their eyes closed.

This is really a top pick.

She made a quick decision, put away her wand, and raised her cloak.

In the next second, a little black cat with white gloves climbed up the wall with its tail flicking.

She took a few steps tentatively in the direction of the stray cats.

The big orange cat in the lead looked up lazily at her.

After the big orange cat flicked its tail, the little raccoon beside it stood up, fluffed up the fur on its tail, flicked it wildly, and took catwalks in the direction of the white gloves.

Alvira, who was transformed into a white glove, didn't move at all. When the little raccoon walked in front of her, she stretched her neck and sniffed the tip of the little raccoon's nose.

After completing these actions, she sat back on the wall firmly.

Little Lihua stretched out her front paw and waved in front of her, seeing that she was indeed not aggressive at all, then turned and returned to the small group.

This should be regarded as being allowed to join the stray cat group, right?

Alvira tilted her head, unable to restrain the cat's nature, stuck out her tongue and licked her front paw.

After licking her paws, she stood up, and just as she was about to step towards the small group, she was meowed back by the big orange cat as if threatening.

The sharp "meow" of the big orange cat implied [we only allow you to share this wall, you are a domestic cat, why don't you go home quickly? ]the meaning of.

Domesticated?Only then did Alvira remember the storage ring hanging around her neck.This is probably the basis for the judgment of these stray cats.

But the ring contained all her belongings.

If you want to join the stray cat group, you have to give up this ring. This deal is not worthwhile.

Alvira sat on the wall, looking around for a new foothold.

A three-colored cat came to the opposite wall at some point. It doesn't look like a stray. Maybe you can touch it.

Alvira jumped off the wall, and jumped to the side of the three-colored cat in two or three steps.

After she greeted Sanhuamao, she said "meow" to express that she needed help.

Sanhuamao stared at her humanely for a long time before jumping off the wall, meowing softly to signal her to follow.

Following behind Sanhuamao, Alvira turned around and came to an intersection.

With just the effort of lowering its head and raising its head, the three-flowered cat leading the way disappeared, and Alvira meowed in anxiety.

Why did the kind-hearted Miaomiao who was so hard to find disappear in the blink of an eye?

Or is Sanhua Mao just a whim, and now he doesn't want to talk to her at all?

After meowing for a long time, no other cats appeared.

Alvira sat at the crossroads in despair, with her fluffy head lowered, and from the depths of her throat let out a few extremely aggrieved snores.

It was getting late, and now she was tired and hungry, and had nowhere to go.

According to the tradition of witches, a wish is required at this time.

[If anyone can save me from the current predicament, I will be his family's "Best". ]

As soon as she made her wish, Alvira smelled the delicious smell of dried fish.

Looking up, she saw a silver-haired middle-aged man in a green kimono with a haori and a sword at his waist.

He squatted in front of him with a straight face, holding a piece of dried whitebait in his hand.

[Ah, there is a kind person who will give me dried fish! ]

Alvira let out a happy "mi" and took the small dried fish from the man's hand.

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The author has something to say:

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Happy birthday to Mr. Ranpo and myself hehehe!

Written in Chapter 1!This article has no HP!I also want to save trouble and use HP settings, but I can't write! ! ! HP fans are not allowed to write! ! !Don't mention to me that people without magic are called "Muggles" in HP, you can't write it! ! !I don't use Muggles because I must not contain HP-specific elements! ! !

It's terrible.Is it cold knowledge that Aunt Luo won't allow her colleagues to profit?