People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 183 I am a fortune teller
Through the ability to create hallucinations, Tang Sen successfully hitched a ride and entered the city of London.

Looking at the townhouses on both sides of the street, Townsend felt like he had returned to Backlund. Of course, those modern street lights and neon lights had to be thrown away.

This is a metropolis with more than 600 million people, so it is understandable why the streets are still full of traffic and crowds, even though it is almost late at night.

Of course, there is also the reason for the festival. From the signs and banners on the side of the road, Tang Sen can tell what day it is—Christmas Eve.

After twelve o'clock, it is Christmas, which is the most important festival for the British and even the whole West.

"Oh, it's amazing, it's amazing!" Smaug's voice kept coming from the sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, this world looks much more interesting than the previous world."

"Look at the glowing words on the wall, has the power of magic flooded the streets and alleys?"

"That's a neon sign." Tang Sen said, "It has nothing to do with magic."

"There are also these horses running around on the street!" Smaug emphasized: "Although the speed is much slower than mine, I can't see the vitality of these mounts. Don't tell me that they are not magical products!"

"This is a product of technology." Tang Sen explained: "Technology is a complicated thing. It is difficult for me to explain it clearly to you. I will buy you a book of [-] whys in the future. On the premise that you have learned the language of this world .”

"Shut your mouth now, you're affecting my thinking."

It is not easy to find traces of wizards in a big city with millions of people. After all, there are only a few thousand wizards in the entire British wizarding world, and at most no more than 2. As a textual research party, once When Tang Sen researched this number, he was taken aback.

The so-called Dark Lord Voldemort, who threatened the entire magic world, only threatened thousands of wizards. Compared with the base number of human beings, he was equivalent to dominating a village. In the end, he failed.

Of course, the first generation of the Dark Lord had a larger structure. He at least shocked the entire European magic world, and even extended his tentacles to North America.

Except for Hogwarts, a school of magic with a history of thousands of years, the only village of pure wizards in the UK is Hogsmeade next to Hogwarts. The other wizards are scattered all over the UK, and some even use cannabis Charms such as Melon Shield and Confusion Charms inhabit Muggle society.

Without someone in the circle to guide the way, ordinary people may find it difficult to find traces of wizards in their entire lives.

Of course, this was not difficult for Tang Sen.

When a fortune-teller wants to find a place, unless he doesn't know his destination at all, or there is a stronger force interfering, he can always find it.

In fact, Tang Sen was standing in front of an entrance to the magical world.

He looked up at the old, somewhat out of place signboard with the words "The Leaky Cauldron" on it.

It is completely different from the crowds of other facades on this street. The entrance of this bar is very clean, and all the passers-by seem to be unable to see this bar, nor feel that there is such an old bar in such a modern street. , where sometimes there's something wrong with some people wearing pointy hats coming in and out.

This is a typical Muggle shielding and confusing spell.

These two spells could not stop Tang Sen's vision. He tidied up his clothes - a decent black suit, a top hat with exquisite stitching, and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

Tang Sen has always been very strict with his own image management. People with ragged clothes and sloppy manners naturally stand at a lower starting point when socializing with others, while people with decent clothes are more likely to gain the trust and respect of others. This is human nature.

Of course, the wizarding world is more traditional with magic robes and pointed hats, which really don't fit Townsend's aesthetics.

In short, the first thing Tang Sen did when he entered London was to get himself an outfit.

Entering the Leaky Cauldron, the light suddenly dimmed. The lighting in the bar was still using kerosene lamps and candles. Probably because of Christmas Eve, there were only a few customers in the bar, and behind the narrow bar counter There stood an old man in a black vest.

Compared with Muggle society, wizards are more conservative, and they prefer to stay with their families during major festivals.

"Here comes a stranger." The old man at the bar looked up at Tang Sen and said, "Guest from the East, what do you want?"

Tang Sen walked over, sat on the bar, and took out a Gold Galleon.

"I need something to eat, a guest room." Now that he is not in a cursed state, Tang Sen is unwilling to drink, as alcohol will affect his thinking.

"Then you have to try our special fried fish and potato pie." The old man picked up Jin Jialong and said, "It must be hard to be alone in a foreign country on such a beautiful day, how about another glass of wine?" ? Food and rooms left enough for a good whiskey."

"No need." Tang Sen shook his head, "Do you have the latest newspaper?"

"Of course, do you want the Daily Prophet or the Wizard's Weekly? I have a comprehensive range of newspapers here, and I can find even third-rate magazines like the Quibbler." When making faces:
"People call me Old Tom. Of course, I'd be happier if you dropped the prefix about age. What should I call you?"

"Don." Tang Sen said, "Here's a copy of the Daily Prophet."

"Oh, strange surname, you must be from China. There are very few wizards in that country, and they are not very willing to communicate with the outside world." Old Tom took out a newspaper from under the bar and said, "I have to remind you, if You want to know something, don't write to the newspaper, there are too many nonsense, especially recently, how can they comment on Dumbledore like this—”

Old Tom patted his forehead, paused, and said, "I'm sorry, I may have talked too much, but you must have heard of Dumbledore's name, right?"

"Of course." Tang Sen nodded and unfolded the newspaper: "The headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, known as one of the greatest white wizards in the world."

Newspaper headlines showed a stocky woman in a shaggy cardigan holding a framed document.

And the headline was: "Ministry of Magic Issues Education Act No. 25." "

The subtitle reads: "Senior Investigator Umbridge Threatens to Further Improve Hogwarts' Unhealthy Ethos." "

"Umbridge?"

The plot about this woman in the original book emerged from Tang Sen's memory.

It's Christmas 1995, and Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is in fifth grade. A few months ago, Harry Potter declared that the Dark Lord had returned, and the Headmaster of Hogwarts endorsed the statement , but the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, apparently does not believe, or is unwilling to believe, that the dead will return.

Therefore, he not only manipulated the Daily Prophet to smear Harry Potter and Dumbledore, but also promulgated many education bills, dispatched Umbridge as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and After that, he further became a senior investigator, bit by bit eroding Dumbledore's control over Hogwarts.

Townsend remembered that at the end of the school year, Umbridge even managed to take Dumbledore's headmastership away, and it wasn't until Voldemort, after nearly a year of dormancy, showed up in public and broke Fudge's cover-up of lies, that Dumbledore Lido returns to Hogwarts.

"It's a good time." Tang Sen thought: "At least, the difficulty of entering Hogwarts is much lower than before."

In the past, the selection of Hogwarts teachers was done by Dumbledore himself. Tang Sen didn't think that wealth could directly affect this 100-year-old white wizard.

Townsend gently read out the so-called Education Act No. 25.

"The Senior Inquisitor shall henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and deprivations involving Hogwarts students, and shall have the power to amend such punishments, sanctions and deprivations imposed by other faculty members."

"Hehe——" Old Tom behind the bar sneered: "This is equivalent to seizing most of the power of Hogwarts, just wait, if this continues, this thousand-year-old school will definitely be destroyed by Fudge and Um Ritchie ruined it."

"I don't know much about these." Tang Sen smiled and said, "Mr. Tom, you seem to have a problem with this senior investigator?"

"Everyone knows what she's like." Old Tom snorted a few times. "She's just a disgusting toad. No, I have to apologize to Toad. Those little pets are much cuter than her."

"A person like her only sees Fudge in a daze and the benefits he can bring to her. She will teach all the little wizards to ruin, and use her set of despicable and shameful political methods!"

"Old Tom!" Someone next to him reminded: "These words must not be spread."

Old Tom glared at the man dissatisfied, and said, "You are all old acquaintances, are you still going to report on me? As for this wizard from the East, heck, speaking of it, I haven't asked you why you came to England What, you should have registered with the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Of course." Tang Sen said with a smile, "I'm not the kind of person who would enter the country illegally. As for my purpose—"

Tang Sen clicked on the newspaper: "I've heard of Hogwarts in my hometown, and I've been yearning for it for a long time. I was wondering if I would have a chance to exchange ideas with Hogwarts."

"Obviously this is not a good time, Don." Old Tom said, "Hogwarts is full of smog now, and Dumbledore probably doesn't have time to arrange communication, and not every wizard is qualified to communicate with Hogwarts." The professors here are exchanging. Speaking of which, what kind of knowledge do you want to exchange?"

"Divination."

Tang Sen said seriously:
"I am a fortune teller."

(End of this chapter)