Sword and Magic and Taxi

Look! Logan used his psychic powers to float a spoon in the air and turn it slowly. I succeeded!

Congratulations. Zhao Mai sat aside and used the force of nature to treat his injuries. If he didn't use psychic powers and simply compared 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, fighting and fighting again and again, often switching sides - as long as he can get money and be stimulated enough. He has mastered various fighting methods of multinational armies, mixed his experience in street fighting and underground black boxing, and created his own set of fast and effective fighting methods in short distances. Zhao Mai knew that this technology would slowly spread and be used by many superpowers, including the famous Black Widow and Captain America. In fact, Black Widow was trained by Wolverine himself.

Don't be so grim. I know my psychic powers are not as strong as yours. Logan seemed to have found a new toy and kept playing with it excitedly. However, when he gets excited, he loses control of his powers, and the spoon falls down with a snap.

There are many ways to use psychic powers. I only gave you one of them. It requires concentration and calmness to use. It has many magical functions and is mainly focused on creating and controlling foreign objects. Zhao Mai knew that he and Luo Gen was about to break up, so he told him frankly: There is another way to use it. Concentrating superpowers on oneself can greatly enhance physical fitness and combat ability, just like me. I didn't teach you the second method because I was worried This will make you go into violent rages more often and lose your mind. If one day you think you can completely control your temper, I will teach you the second method.

That's not what you promised at the beginning. I asked you to research and collect blood, and I also taught you all the fighting skills. You are so reserved... Logan thought for a while and snorted: Although I know it’s for my own good, your control is a bit too lenient.”

As long as you say, 'I think you have no problem, teach me now,' I will teach you everything. Zhao Mai shrugged, screwed the cap on the bottle of homemade medicinal wine, and put it aside. In the future, you can't blame me if your brain heals itself due to being too violent and you lose all your memories.

Will that happen? Logan thought for a while, I believe you again. I will come back to you after I master the technique of storing all memories in the power crystal.

How can you find me? I don't have a fixed address.

Don't underestimate my nose. When I want to find someone, there is always a time when I can't find someone. Luo Gen said to Zhao Mai: Longhou, you and Tolkien are both my friends. You can ask for help in the future. Live well.

Just remember not to trust the Japanese. Zhao Mai said.

Logan left so quietly that Tolkien could no longer see him when he fell asleep. Zhao Mai knew when Logan left, and also 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, which was enough for him to live for a long time, even enough for him to live forever with reasonable investment. But Logan is not a squirrel that stores food, but a wolf. He will eat all the meat and then go to find the next prey.

People come and go all the time. Tolkien once again asked for leave from Oxford University, on the grounds that he would go to the army for research and missions. The school doesn't want teachers to fight all day long, so it takes a tough stance. If you leave, the seat will be gone! But this could not shake his yearning for magic at all.

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

Fortunately, this is World War I, and there are no large-scale air raids and bombings, unlike 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 the others encountered such a heavy fog on the day they arrived. In a daze, Zhao Mai seemed to have returned to his hometown a century later. But if you look closely, the smell of smog here is still somewhat different from the hometown in your memory, and some of it is not authentic enough.

Long lines of people can be seen everywhere on the streets. Due to the rationing system, queuing up to exchange tickets for items was something residents had to do every day. The black market certainly exists, in a semi-open state, and there are even black markets open to police stations. Zhao Mai and Tolkien are also looking for the black market, but it is another kind of black market: the wizard's black market.

According to the letter, they were going to a place called Diagon Alley to purchase some things for wizards. This is actually a test, because the entrance to Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron, is enchanted and can only be seen by people with wizard blood.

Wizarding blood is a very strange thing. It has given rise to various titles such as pure blood, mixed blood, squib, and Muggle. Statistically, purebloods have better abilities on average and are more likely to have particularly powerful wizards. Mixing blood may result in the loss of magical abilities in the offspring. Of course, it is also possible for a pure-blood family to give birth to a child without magical talent, which is called a squib. As for Muggles, they refer to people who have no knowledge of the wizarding world and no magic, at least that's what the word meant at first.

Charing Cross Road, Westminster. Tolkien opened his eyes hard and finally saw the road sign clearly. It should be here, let's get out of the car and look for it!

Zhao Mai looked at the map on his phone and compared what was displayed on it with the surrounding environment to test how strong the phone's navigation capabilities were. After walking not far, Tolkien nudged him with his elbow and said in an excited tone: Look! The Leaky Cauldron!

What? Zhao Mai looked away from the mobile phone screen and followed Tolkien's fingers. He only saw an unattended flower shop and a newsstand, as shown on the mobile phone. But when he observed carefully, he saw a dark and gray shabby house slowly squeezing out from among the flower shop and newsstand, like slowly blowing a bubble gum from between the lips.

What does this mean? Does he have magical blood or not? Before Zhao Mai thought about this issue, Tolkien pulled him forward.

The Leaky Cauldron seems to be very old. The wooden building looks like a medieval style. The entrance is so narrow and small that people can only squeeze through sideways. There is a black wooden sign hanging on it. A witch was stirring a large pot vigorously. A hole was broken in the pot and the potion flowed all over the floor. It seems that this is the origin of the broken cauldron.

Tolkien raised his hand to grab the door knocker. Unexpectedly, the door knocker was alive, so he ducked away with a cry of Ouch! The wooden door opened slowly with the sounds of ouch, ouch and creak. It was a very dark place inside, and Zhao Mai saw seven old women sitting on a long table in the corner, smoking thin pipes, with fizzy green drinks in front of them. A young man wearing a tall pointed hat was talking to the tavern owner, a woman with a big red nose. When the door opened, the two of them cast their gaze over.

Open sesame. Tolkien said, and then walked in first.