Kewen immediately turned his head to look, but he didn't want to turn his head halfway. A three-story bus with a purple body suddenly stopped in front of him and Ollivander with a bang.

"Fuck!" He was startled, and Kewen said a hometown dialect in a conditioned reflex.

"What?" Ollivander asked as he put away his wand.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that it suddenly..." Cowen said while patting his chest in shock.

Ollivander smiled in front of Kewen for the first time after hearing this, although it was only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay kid, get on the bus with me first." Ollivander greeted and stepped onto the bus.

Kewen raised his head and looked at the bus carefully, then he opened his short legs and quickly followed.

The inside and outside of the car seem to be two worlds, and you can't hear anything outside, but as soon as you get in the car, your ears are full of all kinds of greetings.

The driver, as well as the three passengers on the first floor, were greeting Ollivander with surprise. And Ollivander also had a gentle smile on his face, and responded politely one by one, and casually said the material of the other party's wand and the purchase time, and quietly revealed some compliments and praises in his words, which made the car interior Several people were in a good mood.

'This old man has something...' Ke Wen thought to himself.

"Mr. Ollivander, who is this?" The driver, who seemed to have forgotten his duties, still didn't close the door to start the bus, but turned his attention to Kewen, and he also attracted the attention of other passengers when he spoke. come over.

Ollivander heard the words, the smile on his face restrained a little, and he said calmly: "He is Cowen Quinn. For some reasons, he is temporarily adopted by me..."

"Merlin's beard!" A wizard with messy hair and sloppy clothes exclaimed, and then looked at Kewen with envious eyes, and said with a flattering smile: "He is really favored by Merlin. child."

"Yeah yeah……"

"Oh, this kid is really handsome."

"Yes, it's rare to see foreign children who meet our aesthetics so well."

"..."

All kinds of praise filled Kewen's ears, making him not sure what to do, but, in short, just smile and be a little shy...

After a while, the bus driver remembered his duty and started the bus. And Ollivander and the three passengers also ended up complimenting each other and began to joke about some gossip.

Our little Kewen sat on a bed with his feet dangling, holding the railing at the head of the bed with both hands, staring at the windshield of the bus in a stunned manner.

"Fuck!"

Two cars were approaching side by side, but at the moment when Cowen thought a car accident was about to happen, the bus suddenly shrank in width and passed between the two cars on the opposite side.

"Fuck!"

What the heck is a 90-degree turn at 200 miles without drift! Small spaceships in virtual games can't have this effect! Inertia! The laws of physics are crying!

Kewen didn't know how he sat down on this bus. All he could think about was a quick left turn, a right turn, a sudden stop, and a sudden start.

When regained senses, was already standing on the ground, and the memory of getting off the bus was covered by various unscientific operations of the bus.

"Slow down?" Ollivander's voice sounded, with a hint of a smile in his tone: "It seems that your compatibility with this movement method is somewhat inconsistent. Personal advice, be careful when learning broomsticks in the future, Maybe your talent in this area takes a lot of practice to develop."

"Uh...I'm just...this is the first time..." Kewen's thinking was still a little erratic, so some words didn't make sense.

"It doesn't matter, you may get used to it faster by sitting a few more times in the future." Ollivander gave advice, and then asked curiously: "Speaking of which, the 'fuck' you said along the way...this is the pronunciation Huh? What does the word mean?"

Kewen finally recovered after hearing the words, but his facial muscles froze slightly, but in the face of Ollivander's curious expression, he could only bite the bullet and reply: "This is... a kind of my hometown. Dialect, when surprised or exclaimed..."

"Oh~ I see." Ollivander looked stunned: "It's like Muggles say 'My God', but we in the wizarding world generally say 'Merlin's beard', or 'Merlin's hat, staff' Of course, there are many people who are used to saying goodness, only GOD has nothing to do with us."

"Uh...Merlin's panties?" Cowan tried to make a little joke.

Ollivander was stunned when he heard the words, then raised his head and laughed, raised his hand to touch Kewen's small head and said, "Of course, but this word can only be used between friends, and it seems a little frivolous and frivolous in formal conversations. Uneducated."

Ollivander obviously has no interest in continuing to preach, and the laugh just now is a rare thing, after all, he has just been involved in a troublesome incident.

"Okay boy, let's go in." Ollivander pointed to the door in front of the two of them: "Oh yes, maybe you should remember the location here, this is the intersection of the Muggle world and Diagon Alley, In the future, both sides will basically pass through here.”

When Kewen heard the words, he immediately looked around, remembering the environment.

After a while, seeing Kewen no longer looking around, Ollivander stepped forward, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the 'Broken Cauldron' in front of him.

The old slate brick floor is uneven and uneven. The mottled walls of the stone skin correspond to the red bricks that are about to lose their color. At first glance, the word 'distressed house' will pop up in one's mind.

The simple iron chain ring chandelier with a few oil lamps on it, the dim light barely illuminates a five-meter radius. Therefore, you can see that many candlesticks have been added to the walls of the tavern, which barely makes the whole tavern shrouded in darkness. Within a hazy, dim light.

The wooden round and long tables that were completely soaked in oil made people have no idea of ​​sitting there, for fear that the oil stains on the tables and chairs would soak the clothes.

Of course, this is just Kewen's own opinion, and the wizards of all kinds in the bar obviously don't care, occupying most of the seats in the bar.

Quickly looking around for a week, seeing those wizards who looked sloppy no matter what they were wearing, Kewen couldn't help but have a headache.

I'm used to martial arts, and I'm used to the blood and fire in virtual games, but dirty is one thing, sloppy is another...

As if the scene of the knight bus reappears, Ollivander is obviously very well-known in the magic world, and he is greeted by all kinds of wizards along the way.

Ollivander is also like on the bus. Whenever he asks who Kewen is, he will inform the other party of Kewen's "adopted son" status.

In this way, Kewen followed him all the way, and received innumerable praise and pity...