The Wizard's Marvel Journey

James is not a good person, at least Rohr doesn't think he is.

Have you ever seen an adult... wizard who threatens his blood-related nephew to follow him? If he doesn't follow him, he will be dragged away to be sliced ​​and studied?

The worst thing is that James's wand was still pointed at him at that time, and he was very ready to forget about anything he said.

Boss, can't be bothered.

But what makes Rohr feel even worse is that the world is more complicated than he imagined.

Wizards, werewolves, vampires, all kinds of magical side creatures, plus mutants and from memory, that face in Times Square, New York.

Tony Stark!

Let me ask, is there anything worse than this?

There are enough unexplained things, maybe it is in response to the theory of parallel universes?

But all kinds of powers and abilities are intertwined, and just thinking about how much conflict there will be is enough to give him a headache.

"Roel, hurry up, otherwise you have to run by yourself!"

"Here we come, Professor James!"

Rohr responded, quickly jumped up from the bed, rushed down the stairs, and looked at James who was slumped on the sofa eating slices of bread.

"This is obviously my home!"

"Oh, yes, I have the right to live here until you reach adulthood." James said lazily, "Clean it up!"

With a tap of the wand, everything in the room seemed to come alive. Rolle had seen this scene before, on TV.

"So, what are we going to do?" Rohr sighed. It is not easy to get rid of James before he reaches adulthood.

Some people are like this, they look like a gentleman on the surface, but in fact they are just a piece of shit.

Can you believe that an adult wizard doesn’t even have a house in New York?

"Take you to some interesting places." James smiled mysteriously, and in exchange for this, it was a journey that made Rohr's legs weak.

Hike the entire borough of Queens?

This may be a little difficult, but watching the sun move above the head step by step at 7 o'clock in the morning, Rolle's little arms and legs are so sore.

James didn't even cook for him, you bastard.

"So, what are we going to do..."

Before Rohr finished speaking, he saw James stopped in front of a tall building, looking up at the decoration made of red bricks.

"Is this our destination?"

Rolle looked at the tall building in surprise. No matter what, this was a relatively perfect entrance. In London, the entrance to the Wizarding World was actually hidden in the back wall of a tavern?

Yes, Diagon Alley.

That soothing place.

But in New York, the name Diagon Alley obviously doesn't apply.

James said that schools in Ilvermorny no longer had a set of wands for students, so he had to buy one himself.

"Let's go." James smiled slightly, ignoring Rohr's face that became distorted in surprise, and walked straight to the corridor between the two buildings.

Ok……

This is where the trash cans are usually placed.

In a few years, he might still see a talkative guy who sticks his schoolbag to the wall and keeps losing it.

But now Rohr can't guarantee it, who knows what will happen.

Wizards really don't match up with this place. If possible, Rohr would rather James is the wizard of Kamathaj instead of Ilvermorny...

"This is it!"

James touched his beard, took out his wand and lightly tapped the pattern on the wall.

"From here, three on the left and four on the right. We are not as complicated as Diagon Alley." James spread his hands. In front of him, the red-brown brick wall did not roll to both sides.

As if it was touched on the water, irregular ripples appeared, like Platform Nine and Three Quarters?

"Let's go, welcome to Freeport."

"Freeport?"

"Well...that's what everyone calls me." James put away his wand, "Let's go, you can call me whatever you want."

Under James' urging, Rohr took two steps forward and passed straight through the ripples of water.

Rohr's eyesight first dimmed, as if shrouded in mist, and then the dazzling sunlight forced him to squint his eyes.

"This is...Freeport!"

Like a bird that had escaped from its cage, Luo Er felt as if his heart was about to fly at this moment.

The wizard was real, and magic was so close to him at the moment.

Everything in front of me seemed extremely real at this moment, the noisy market and the pedestrians coming and going.

Most of them were dressed as wizards, and with the magic decorations fluttering back and forth, it was difficult for Rohr to move forward.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the latest publication of the Daily Bugle, the British Minister of Magic, Ms. Hermione Granger, paid a goodwill visit to the United States Ministry of Magic to discuss the consensus between No-Majs and wizards, with the intention of vigorously revising existing laws, the Daily Bugle carried out First-hand reporting.”

"Stop, stop!" Rohr shouted, stopping James who was walking forward.

"what happened?"

"This!" Rohr jogged two steps and came to the restaurant not far from the entrance, looking at the colorful dynamic newspaper, "I need this."

"I never expected that there is a newsstand here." James said, "I suggest you leave. Basically, no one uses it now..."

"Wait a moment!"

Before he finished speaking, Rohr jumped up and took a newspaper from the shelf of the newsstand.

"He took it, give me the money!"

The person guarding the newsstand was an old man with a dark face, his beards and faces squeezed together, and his cold eyes revealed the news that if you don't pay, I will call the law enforcement team.

"He took that!"

"Twenty-five cents!"

"Oh, okay, okay..."

Ignoring James who was entangled with the newsstand guard, Rolle couldn't wait to open the Daily Bugle, and a face that was very similar to the one in his memory came into view.

Ms. Hermione Granger, the British Minister of Magic, has devoted her life to the liberation of house elves and the integration of wizards and Muggle worlds.

This friendly visit is intended to reach cooperation with the United States Ministry of Magic to eliminate the barriers between wizards and No-Majs...

Seeing Hermione Granger exposed in the flash of light, Rohr's heart became extremely complicated for a moment.

"This is a very strong woman. Compared with her two idiot friends, it proves that there is no harm without comparison."

James said calmly, stretched out his hand and pulled the Daily Bugle out of Rohr's hand.

"Also, if you do this again next time, I think the store here will be happy to let you pay double the value of the product, right?"