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There were some mistakes when Tan Wenjie came into this world.

When he opened the door, his chosen smuggling target was Constantine, but upon arriving in this world, he discovered a Superman flying in the sky.

It's the same DC universe, but this time there are clearly some very slight deviations in the smuggling.

"Where do we live?"

Hermione has a quick way of regulating her emotions, which is typical of Gryffindor. When faced with the unknown, curiosity and courage take the lead.

"In a city where people are always flying around in the sky?"

“In this world, almost every city has people flying in the sky,” Tan Wenjie said. “We are currently living in a relatively safe city, a metropolis.”

Compared to places like Gotham and Central City, the Metropolis has Superman as a 24-hour caretaker, making it a safer place.

Moreover, it's quite simple to guard against Superman; all you need is enough lead.

The car was parked in front of a very ordinary residential building, and the coffee shop downstairs looked to be doing good business.

When Tan Wenjie got out of the car, passersby greeted him.

He responded with a smile.

“Professor, how long have you been here?” Hermione jogged a few steps to catch up with him.

“I arrived a little earlier than you.” Tan Wenjie did not answer in detail, but instead suddenly stopped and instructed, “Miss Granger, remember that from today onwards you should call me uncle. My identity in this world is a mage from the East, not a professor.”

"Mage?"

"You can think of it as a medium."

"A ghost?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Like a horror movie." Tan Wenjie nodded. "This world is very complicated, and spiritual mediums earn a lot of money."

Hermione: "..."

She felt a stark contrast between the professor in front of her and the professor she remembered who loved to answer people's questions.

Watching Tan Wenjie go upstairs via the welded iron staircase outside the coffee shop, Hermione immediately lifted her little leather shoes and followed him, her footsteps, one light and one heavy, echoing as she climbed to the second floor.

It was a very ordinary three-bedroom house with not much stuff, but several suitcases caught Hermione's attention.

Examples include the box Tan Wenjie used to collect fire dragons, the box that stored magic books, and the box containing potion ingredients.

Now they are quietly placed in a corner.

"Bang."

A suitcase shook slightly, accompanied by a dragon's roar.

"Professor!" Hermione's face changed drastically. She quickly corrected herself, "Uncle, could it be that inside is...?"

“Iron Belly, Tree Bee, Fireball Dragon.” Tan Wenjie nodded, indicating that her guess was correct.

After gaining control of the economy and power, the first thing he did was to abuse his power for personal gain. Moreover, dragons are by no means rare species, and dragon blood is a kind of magical material.

“Choose a room.” Tan Wenjie pointed ahead. “If you stay in my house, you’ll be responsible for cleaning and making it spotless. Do you know how to do that? This is to train your use of the spell.”

Although it only takes a wave of a wand, the cleaning still requires care; magic in the Harry Potter world is subjective.

Hermione said helplessly, "I'm only 12 years old."

“We’re a bit strapped for cash, so let’s all share the cost of living.” Tan Wenjie pointed to the door. “I have to work today, so you’ll have to take care of the house cleaning. If there’s any danger, remember to hide in the box.”

"That doesn't sound safe at all."

Hermione muttered a complaint, and after Tan Wenjie left, she took out her wand and began cleaning, such as arranging clutter, sweeping up trash, and cleaning cobwebs in the corners.

The only saving grace was the absence of ghouls, goblins, and other unpleasant creatures, which she had only heard of in the book and in Ron's descriptions.

Meanwhile, Tan Wenjie went downstairs to the coffee shop, where someone was already waiting for him.

When he opened the door, many people in the coffee shop turned their attention to him.

Among them was a sexy woman in a trench coat, her wide-brimmed hat looking somewhat out of place in the café. Tan Wenjie's gaze quickly swept around, finally settling on his client.

This is a Mediterranean man, wearing a shirt that just covers his beer belly, and his droopy eye bags show that he is currently listless.

The man asked, "Are you the so-called exorcist, Master Jie?"

Tan Wenjie casually pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him. Instead of answering the other person's question, he looked at the newspaper in the other person's hand.

Advertising is a necessary step to make a name for yourself.

Many people already know that he can eliminate evil spirits, and more and more unsuspecting people will come knocking on his door. If he's lucky, he might be able to kill a few powerful evil spirits to replenish his Cold Marrow Spring Lotus Tree.

"what."

As the waiter walked by, he lost his balance and spilled his coffee.

Tan Wenjie gently lifted his finger, and the coffee cup floated in the air before flying back into the waiter's hand, much to everyone's astonishment.

"Thank you, Jay!" the waiter exclaimed in surprise, and the coffee cup in his hand became the object of everyone's attention.

Everyone wanted to know what had just happened.

Perhaps it really is magic.

"My God, you're amazing..." The balding man sitting across from Tan Wenjie couldn't help but exclaim, "You really know magic?"

“I thought you already had the answer in your heart when you came to me,” Tan Wenjie said calmly.

"Sorry, I've been overwhelmed by some things lately," the Mediterranean man sighed.

Tan Wenjie rested his chin on his hands, appearing to be attentive to listening.

“I work at a mental hospital where the patients have always been very abnormal, but recently they have claimed that they are being harassed by a terrifying evil spirit.”

The Mediterranean man gestured with his hands, his expression changing dramatically when he mentioned evil spirits.

Seeing Tan Wenjie nod, he continued, "But you know, it's a mental hospital. Their minds aren't quite right, and they might see anything illogical."

“Any!” he paused, then emphasized it.

"So, what are your demands?"

“Destroy the evil spirits.” The Mediterranean man said seriously, “They just have mental problems, which doesn’t mean they’re stupid like pigs. Many of them even choose to harm themselves, which doesn’t match the patients’ admission symptoms.”

Tan Wenjie nodded: "My price is 1000 per hour, and you will need to pay me a fee after the job is done."

"of course."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." X2
After leaving his address, the Mediterranean man turned and left. There was a moment of silence in the coffee shop, followed by laughter.

"Hahaha, Jay! You've swindled another fat sheep."

"A brilliant magic trick." Even the waiter who had almost spilled his coffee came over. "I don't even know when you did it."

Tan Wenjie said, "Because it's magic."

The others just laughed. They had witnessed Tan Wenjie's "magic" blunders many times before, such as suddenly seeing a transparent fishing line, or Velcro, pigeon cages, etc.

Amid the laughter, the sexy woman who had been wearing a wide-brimmed hat stood up, put on her high heels, and sat down at Tan Wenjie's table.

As his head tilted back, the brim of his hat lifted, revealing a face full of heroic spirit and aggression.

"Are you a medium?"

“Tan Wenjie, medium.” Tan Wenjie extended his right hand.

The other person smiled and extended their hand.

Grip it lightly with your fingertips, then release it immediately.

The other person simply introduced herself: "Diana Prince." (End of Chapter)