Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Jon and Bella are riding an old tourist train.

It is the kind of locomotive that has a black locomotive. The refined decoration and furnishings in the carriage give Jon the illusion that he has crossed into the movie world of the murder case of the Orient Express, and the entire train is full of richness. The nostalgia of the old age is indeed the best choice for tourist trains.

In the waiting room, Bella was tasting the cake with her hand in her hand, and looked at Jon, who was looking through the travel brochure with her hand in disgust.

"You haven’t been here before, do you need to see it?"

Of course, Jon knows that he has been there. These are all short-distance tourist trains, which are not fast, but you can enjoy the scenery along the way.

The only problem is the slow speed. The two-hour drive doubles directly, and the waiting time is boring.

"Because it's really boring."

Jon looked at his watch, and the time displayed on it has already passed the original departure time of the train: "Who would have thought of this car? Can I be delayed?"

"Isn't it normal for trains to be late? Not all trains are express school express."

Bella said calmly while eating a little cake: "It's just that the car is late. Maybe it's because there is a fault on the car that needs to be overhauled, or there is an accident. In such a big world, there are always things that people don't want to happen."

"This sentence sounds familiar."

Jon rubbed his eyebrows, closed his travel brochure, indifferently said: "To be honest, can you read Lockhart's book less in the future? At least, don't read those adventure quotations for fear that the world will not be chaotic?"

Bella snort disdainfully on this.

As the son of a VIP user, Jon took the customer voucher sent by his mother and led Bella in the luxury waiting room to wait for the departure of the bus. The corresponding voucher is It can almost be called an empty waiting room and unlimited supply of snacks, desserts and drinks.

There are even a few plates of pasta.

It’s just that it’s too late to eat. Jon glanced at the train station employee who was opening the door of the waiting room, turned around and picked up his suitcase and followed Bella out of the waiting room.

The travel train has no "luxury carriage" at all.

The seats for the next four people can only accommodate two people, so there are not many seats for a carriage.

After Jon and Bella sat down, not long after, there was a passenger sitting on the opposite side of the two.

Is a young woman.

On the travel train, there will naturally be some fruits and drinks prepared in advance. Each table has food for six people.

Of course, most travelers will not eat these things.

……

Until the train started, Jon's carriage was not full.

There are people on each row of seats, but there are only one or two people sitting around.

Jon has the largest number of people here.

The woman sitting on the opposite side looks like she is in her twenties. Since the ticket has been reserved, Jon can’t take Bella to sit elsewhere. If she does this, it’s too obvious. , Too rude.

But sitting like this is really embarrassing.

With such a person here, Jon can't even chat with Bella.

Especially the woman opposite is still looking at him and Bella.

Couldn't... meet a bad guy?

Jon touched Bella lightly, signaled his cousin to be more alert, and heard the woman on the opposite side whisper:

"Jon · Smith?"

? !

Jon suddenly raised his head, his eyes met the blonde woman's blue eyes. The two sides looked at each other for a moment, and Jon still didn't remember who she was.

"Sorry, may I ask you who are you?"

Bella asked nervously, she could see that the younger brother didn't know this person, so she naturally took the responsibility of being a sister .

It's just that the blonde woman's eyes are gentle like sapphires, naturally with a kind of gentleness and kindness, which really makes Bella unable to associate this lady as a bad person.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m not a bad person."

The blonde woman laughed and said slowly: "Jon’s mother and I. Mrs. Smith is a former colleague. On the Jon side, it’s a pity that he doesn’t seem to have any impression of me anymore...speaking of which, isn’t your school already closed for a few days? Why are you returning to London now?"

Bella glanced at it. Still unable to extricate himself from the memory, Jon had to brace oneself and then said: "We...we had something to do in Manchester, so we went back to London today."

She was slightly nodded and brought out her well-trained Everyone had a pretty demeanor and smiled softly: "Hello, I am Jon’s cousin Bella, Lynn Smith, and my aunt."

"Hello, I’m Joanne "

The blonde woman named Joanne extends the hand and shook Bella, then let go.

The two met by chance and both took a sip of milk tea in front of them.

It was really embarrassing.

Clearly a stranger, it is indeed hard work to behave like an acquaintance.

Fortunately, Jon quickly remembered who this person was in front of him.

One year before he enrolled, in the summer of 1989, his mother took him to travel in Britain, and on the return trip, they met this "Joanne" on the train. .

The only problem is that the encounter between Ms. Joanne and them didn’t seem to happen by accident, but something planned in advance, because Jon remembered that at that time, Ms. Joanne had some The things were handed over to my mother.

But is it a colleague?

Jon doesn’t think so. He knows about his family’s affairs. All of his mother’s social activities are limited to the Ministry of Magic, and he doesn’t have any professional experience in muggle society. Colleagues should also be colleagues of Ministry of Magic.

But obviously—Jon twisted the ring and took out his glasses to wear—the woman named Joanne didn't have the slightest wave of magic around her.

"I do remember you, but I don't remember... Are you and my mother colleagues? My mother always doesn't go to work in the ministry, and I don't know which colleagues she has."

"It’s not that colleague. It just means that I have worked together. As you can see, I’m not...you kind of person."

I took out a clip from the small bag I carried, took out a card from the few cards in it, and reached out and handed it to Jon.

Jon took the card, flipped back and forth, and then read the above content quietly:

"MI0——Special investigator?"