Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Paris, Champs Elysees, three months later.

People come and go on the bustling streets, the doves of peace are transformed into patterns all over the sky, and the wishing pool is crowded with couples who are looking forward to the future.

In the cafe on the street, the waitress is smiling. The noon sun shines, and the slate on the ground seems to be baked to a buttery golden color. There is a lazy atmosphere here, and some people like to call it romantic. .

"I love the romance here."

At the open-air round table of the cafe, a young boy was sitting under a parasol. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, showing a shy and shy smile at the waitress who winked at him.

A blond young waitress came up with a coffee pot and bent over to refill the boy's cup. Unfortunately, she finally left with a regretful expression on her face.

Although the boy was dressed very maturely, judging from the youthful outline of his face, he was still too young, what a pity.

He is Charles.

Charles, who didn't leave his number, was not sorry, as the waitress saw, he was still too young.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye since Hogwarts started school, and the time has come to the eve of Halloween.

Although only three months have passed, because of the double superposition of Wonderland and Hogwarts time, and this age is just the time of growth, Ciel's height has grown rapidly.

It has reached the level of more than 1.5 meters.

Catching up with Dudley, who was oversized back then, in Slytherin, only two idiots, Goyle and Crabbe, were as tall as Shire, and even Draco was half a head shorter than Shire.

Harry, who had been malnourished and could not eat well in his early years, was even a head shorter than Charles.

With a barely-qualified height and a little grooming, Charles looks like a little adult, but looking closely at his face and outline, it can still be seen that he is very young, even just a child.

Ciel finished his coffee and got up to leave.

. . .

During this period of time, Charles' life in Hogwarts has been very peaceful, and basically no blind Slytherin seniors have troubled him.

While the Reserve Death Eaters still seemed unhappy with him, they'd been doing little without Felix taking the lead.

Xia Er knew that they would not just calm down like this, they must be planning some kind of ghost, just waiting for one day, it would suddenly explode.

During the past two months, Charles has not been idle. He has been proficient in all kinds of high-level spells that he has mastered but can't use in this world.

Especially the more important ones, like Apparition.

Split, heal, split, heal..

The apparition practice was not smooth, especially at the beginning, when Charles forced the apparition by feeling, but the body did not move, but the arm moved.

He and his left arm are separated directly.

Charles was very calm, but Hermione was so frightened that she spliced ​​her left arm and sprinkled white essence. When Charles' arm healed again, Hermione's hands and face were covered with scarlet blood.

Charles thought it was Carrie who had come to claim her life.

This kind of recklessness frightened the little girl. After Charles recovered, she was half angry and half frightened and punched him several times. Hermione in this period is indeed very violent and swift and resolute.

She stopped Shire's continued attempts with righteous words, and even moved out the professor and the principal.

But of course it was useless, under the pressure of Charles, Hermione finally couldn't persuade him to continue practicing, and decided to watch him carefully so as not to cause any accidents.

But then there was no surprise, the most dangerous apparition was the first time.

With the first feeling as a foreshadowing, and the second attempt, Charles immediately found some feeling in the game.

Then gradually become proficient.

This incident also reminded him that magic is not as simple as it seems, even if he has game experience, he still needs to be vigilant.

Likewise, during these three months, Hermione's progress was also rapid.

From the beginning, he could only release a handful of fireworks, until now, he can quickly use his armor to protect himself without even needing very standard actions.

She already has qualified self-protection ability.

This is the result of repeated practice, and any person can achieve this effect by practicing only these mantras every weekend for three months.

Even Neville.

However, in order to practice magic and accompany Hermione to practice magic, Charles didn't have much energy to download the dungeon, which resulted in his level and attributes not changing much from before.

But it doesn't matter, the initial dungeon doesn't have any good things. After the situation is opened, various rich dungeon rewards and drops will follow.

As Christmas approached, Charles also told Hermione that the practice of spells had temporarily come to an end.

She has thoroughly mastered several commonly used spells. Of course, they are just basic applications.

She can't use a little extension and combination of magic. For example, Hermione can turn a stick into a bow and arrow, or release raging fire, but she can't change the flame into the shape of an arrow.

But that's okay, it's enough.

Many key plots happened around Christmas, so Ciel decided to free up this time again. Practicing the same magic repeatedly every week is already a very boring thing. It is not easy for Hermione to persist for three months. .

Similarly, he also took advantage of this time to make some final preparations.

Like going around New York to find that special magical creature.

For example, come to the French magic world to go shopping.

. . .

Charles quickly integrated into the streets, he did not attract too much attention, the streets of Paris are crowded with people from all over the world, he is not very conspicuous.

The gentlemen in Paris are romantic and humorous, while the ladies are enthusiastic and unrestrained. To put it bluntly, they are lazy, glib, and brainless. No one will care about such a little guy.

Charles took out a small-finger-thick Erlenmeyer flask from his bosom. This was an improved aging agent brewed for him by the old bat. It was jointly guaranteed by Head Slytherin and the next head of the Malfoy family that it was safe.

The three major bottles were divided into more than a dozen small bottles by Shire, ensuring that you would not drink too much or too little each time, and the amount of a small Erlenmeyer bottle can be increased for exactly six years.

Walking through the wide square covered with square stone bricks, when Ciel passed a towering Roman stone pillar, he drank the potion in the Erlenmeyer bottle in one gulp, and at the same time dabbed lightly on his clothes with his magic wand.

The light and shadow are mottled, and in the shadow supported by the wide Roman columns, something seems to be wriggling.

The next moment, when Charles came out from behind the Roman pillar, he had already turned into a handsome boy who looked seventeen or eighteen years old.

Brown like black broken hair, delicate and three-dimensional but soft face, with a smile that seems to make people feel happy at the corner of the mouth.

Charles scratched his hair, as expected of his own top-level modeling, and this photo will be posted on ins later, without the use of p-pictures.

Shire, who returned to the square, really immediately attracted the attention of several girls nearby, and the girls in Paris were also enthusiastic and unrestrained. Although they didn't speak, their eyes actually told everything.

Unfortunately, Charles could only respond to them with a shy and regretful smile, because this aging agent is not stable, and it only lasts for half an hour to an hour.

This is not enough.

But unexpectedly, Charles' shyness aroused their laughter even more.

Pushed and shoved by her companions, a tall, blond girl who looked to be about twenty years old and had a typical Nordic face stepped out generously. She liked such a little milk dog, and she wanted it today. .

Um? What about people?

The blond-haired lady suddenly realized that someone had disappeared, and she lost Charles' figure in her sight, but he was still there just now.

She looked around at the empty square, where peace doves were flying, and street violin artists were playing melodious tunes. She looked back at her companions who were equally dazed, and suddenly her face turned pale.

I heard that it's not safe recently, there are always some weird rumors circulating everywhere, shouldn't I...

Shivering, the group left in a hurry.

At the same time, Charles has come to the other side of the square, next to a fountain.

This square is close to the commercial avenue next to it. It is not easy to open up such a square in the center of Paris where every inch of land is expensive, so it is small and exquisite, full of people carrying luxury shopping bags, and people throw coins into the fountain from time to time. May good luck come to you.

“Paris is indeed the capital of romance.”

Charles patted his little heart.

"Right."

He was leaning against a low square stone platform. Above the stone platform was a metal statue of a long-haired girl. She was wearing a simple but decent dress, and she was holding a wallet with various luxury brand logos in her hand. Shopping Bag.

Hearing Charles' question, she glanced at him shyly, then turned her head and nodded with a smile. Then, with a flick of her arm, she opened her metal skirt to Charles.

Charles blinked his left eye at her, turned his head and got in.

France's magic shopping street, Hidden Place, has arrived.

[Discovery: Hidden Place]: Experience +2, Lucky Coin +1