The Wizard's Marvel Journey

"Thank you, sir!"

Luo Er replied crisply and stretched out a slightly fragile arm.

Rolle's arms were very white, bloodless.

Probably because he had just come back from the dead, but in Luo Er's memory, he had always been like this.

Ok……

Rolle had never experienced what it was like to be raised as a girl by his parents since he was a child. Anyway, Rolle had never experienced it in his previous life. However, according to Rolle's few memories, it seemed that it was not unreasonable for his parents to do this.

Broken hair and starry eyes? ? ?

Coupled with fair skin and a high nose bridge inherited from her mother.

Well, a good foundation in women's clothing.

Want to know more about the special effects of your own contact lenses?

It just looks a little too weak. Necessary exercise is indispensable. Now he looks malnourished.

But now this is back to... New York in 2006?

Okay, let us now review what happened in the United States in 06.

Ok……

Can't remember any of them...

No clue at all.

Just when Rohr was feeling pain, the door of the ward opened again.

Of course, this is not Chief George leaving.

Rolle only saw a greasy middle-aged man...an English gentleman walked in.

Wearing a black top hat and a brown windbreaker, the most outrageous thing is that he also holds a black cane in his hand...a cane.

So, it’s autumn now?

There were obviously people wearing hot pants on the street, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pair of autumn and winter fashion exhibition Yazi.

But the man who came in obviously didn't think he was that weird. Anyway, at least the expression on his face was like this, very natural?

"Hello, Director George, my name is James, you can call me Professor James."

The man smiled slightly and shook George's hand naturally.

"Hello, Professor James, I don't know which college you are in, or if I have heard of it."

"Ilvermorny, Director, I'm afraid you haven't heard of it. It's a relatively remote town in Massachusetts."

"Oh, I'm afraid that's the case. There are so many schools there." George nodded. Perhaps the other name of Massachusetts is more familiar to people.

For example, Massachusetts, or some other well-known ones, such as Boston.

"If I have the chance, I think I will definitely go shopping." Director George nodded, but the movements behind him were clearly visible to Rohr.

This actually made Luo Er feel a little warm in his heart. He came to this world where he didn't know where. Now his eyes were completely dark, and Director George was obviously protecting him, wasn't he.

Rolle could swear that he had never seen the man named James before.

Now he can browse his memories at any time. Even when he was three years old, he had never seen this man in the original owner's memory screen.

I really can’t tell what this man does.

"If Director George doesn't mind, could you let me have a few words with my nephew? His father and I are brothers, but we haven't seen each other for ten years. I am very sorry to receive the news of his death today."

See, is this still what people say?

Your dad and I are brothers. We haven’t seen each other for ten years. I’m so sorry that he died. Can I even smile?

But James didn't feel anything was wrong, and what was even more strange was that Rohr seemed to see something different floating into George's head following the sound.

Rolle thought he was hallucinating for a while, but it wasn't until Director George agreed and took everyone else out that Rolle felt his scalp numb.

How is this going?

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Involuntarily, Rohr curled up because of nervousness. With his pale face and dazed eyes, he looked like a little white rabbit with nowhere to escape?

"Bai Nimeng? It's over...I'm going to die..."

Luo Er's lips were trembling, and he clenched a fist tightly under the quilt.

If James comes over...

"You're going to punch me, right?"

For a moment, Rohr's eyes widened, and as the door to the ward slammed shut, Rohr felt his heart skip a beat.

"Oh, don't be nervous. Strictly speaking, I am indeed your uncle. And I haven't seen your father for ten years." James said, sitting on the hospital bed next to him.

"I have never seen you." Luo Er said vigilantly, "Besides, my father has never mentioned it."

"Of course, he chose a No-Maj and lived an ordinary life. He even gave up his wand. Naturally, he would keep silent about me."

"Wait a moment, sir." Rolle gasped, "What did you just say, wand? Is it magic, like what you did to Director George?"

"what?"

James was also stunned. He didn't expect that his nephew could see what just happened.

"I'm talking about the invisible ripples that are transmitted along with the sound." Rohr said cautiously, for fear that his heart would jump out.

"Can you see the magic trajectory of my illusion?" James' eyes widened at first, then he regained his composure and said, "This saves me a lot of trouble."

"I don't understand, sir...are you using magic?"

"Magic? Oh, of course." James nodded, "I think I can reintroduce you to James Cloud, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in Ilvermorny."

Almost instantly, Rohr's heart almost exploded.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, a coveted word.

Does this mean that Hogwarts exists?

So is he?

Wait... Ilvermorny?

American magic academy?

In this way, wouldn’t it be perfectly offset from London, England?

"You seem very excited?" James nodded, "I don't think your father would have thought of it."

"What do you think of? My father is also..."

Luo Er didn't say the word "wizard", but the meaning was already clear in his words.

"Of course, it's just not that qualified." James nodded, "In fact, if nothing else happens, I should have come here today to convince your father to send you to school in Ilvermorny, but it doesn't seem so right now. Trouble."

"They left?"

"Died in a car accident." James nodded, "Of course, this is all due to your father's poor academic skills, coupled with your magic power..."

James frowned. Inexplicably, he seemed to feel something different in Rohr.

magic?

Or some other force?

"What is it, sir? I don't understand..."