An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

When the light faded, the world seemed to return to its original state.

Silver Dragon looked at the leader beside her. She clearly remembered that her leader used his divine power to lead them to break through the outside world and enter the void. Why are they still here?

Eisenwell was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that this is fate. The other party blocked all timelines, fate lines and life lines at the beginning. We entered Florida after a specific point in time. After that, even if I leave later, I will still be pulled back now.”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, and the time displayed on it was 9 o'clock in the morning three weeks ago.

So this is the time set by the other party? Does it have any special meaning?

Although Silver Dragon is a Dragon Vein Warlock, as the core caster of the adventure group, her accumulation of knowledge is no less than that of a pure magician of the same level, so when Eisenwell told the news, she immediately understood The other party's terror.

"Is it a powerful divine power?" In her impression, only powerful divine powers are qualified to block the world line.

"It's not just powerful divine power." Eisenwell shook his head gently. As a weak divine power, even if he couldn't achieve the means of powerful divine power to block the world line, he could still understand the means of powerful divine power.

But this blockade was beyond His comprehension.

"I became an ordinary person again." This is what Dark Blade cares about most.

The silver dragon looked at Eisenwell. Dark Blade had lost all its extraordinary power, and so had she. Only the boss, as a true god, had the chance to be immune to such unimaginable methods.

Eisenwell said calmly, "We are all the same, including the one who laid it out."

"Well" Silver Dragon looked at Eisenwell in confusion. The methods used by the other party were more than enough to deal with the evil beings, so how could he get around him?

Seeing the silver dragon's doubts, Eisenwell waved his hand in the air as if he wanted to touch something, "He restarted a universe."

"How is this possible?" Silver Dragon blurted out.

"And it's not just as simple as restarting the universe. He also blocked the source of the River of Destiny, the River of Time, and the River Styx, so that a closed loop was formed here. All the entropy values ​​returned to zero, and only with the increase of the entropy value With the increase, our strength will return little by little."

Silver Dragon's eyes were a little dull, and she didn't know what to say at all. She finally muttered, "What exactly does He want to do?"

"do not know."

At this time, Cedric was wearing board shorts, holding a twenty-sided die in his hand, and looking at the coast of Florida.

who am I

Where am I

what do i do

He remembered that he was still masturbating before, so why did he come to the country of blond hair and blue eyes the next moment.

Calm down, it's just time travel. I have seen this kind of small scenes too many times. The master of reading is already prepared. As long as I can strictly follow the instructions in the manual, I can earn a million a month, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life. Just a dream again

Reflected in the crystal sea water is an extremely handsome young man, with a height of 190cm and eight-pack abs.

He was a handsome man, Cedric made his judgment instantly.

Although it is a time-travel method with a difficulty factor of 2, such as amnesia and soul travel, this body is enough to make up for the tens of thousands of yuan in savings I had during the soul travel.

Then figure out where you are.

Cedric didn't ask people rashly. He had passed CET- after all. Although he was mute in English, he could still do basic reading and writing.

I touched my whole body and found nothing except a pair of beach shorts and a twenty-sided dice in my hand.

Poor

Cedric cursed. The dice in his hand were made of opaque gray crystals. They looked like some kind of plastic product. At least they were not antiques. It looked like the original owner had casually put them into his pocket while playing dungeon games. It shouldn't be anything valuable.

Cedric originally wanted to find a trash can to throw it away. After all, he was wearing beach shorts without even a pocket.

After thinking about it, I finally took it in my hand. Apart from the beach shorts, this was my only asset.

The turquoise sea was crystal clear, and the golden sunlight shone down, reflecting the sparkling waves. Tourists mingled with each other, and laughter and laughter arose one after another. But Cedric had no intention of enjoying it at all, and he walked towards the business district.

After carefully observing the rows of shops, he was not lucky enough to find one that was hiring temporary workers like the senior time travellers. Moreover, as a liberal arts student, he did not have any skills.

But he didn't gain anything. At least he was sure that this was a beautiful country on the other side of the ocean, and it was modern, not some weird alien world.

But what should I do next? Are I going to sleep on the street tonight?

After being confused on the street for a while, Cedric thought about it, and finally chose the easiest way for Chinese people, to go to the police if something happened. His current appearance was that of a qualified white man, not a black man, and he looked like he was here for tourism. He is not a criminal. The easiest way to identify himself is to go to the police. At worst, he will pretend to have amnesia, but there is no need to pretend. He is an amnesiac to begin with. Is it possible that the police can still see that his soul is Chinese?

This is free America, and he doesn't dare sleep on the streets at night. Boys must learn to protect themselves outside.

He stopped a passerby, and with his outstanding appearance, he easily got help from the other person even though his language was poor. Ninety-nine percent of the people on earth are senior members of the Appearance Association, regardless of nationality or race. .

"You are the ones asking for help." 911 is notoriously slow in its actions. After waiting for half an hour, a police car drove over and an officer got out and walked towards Cedric and the passers-by around him.

"He has lost his memory, and he seems to be a foreign tourist. His English is not very good." The person who helped Cedric call the police carefully explained for Cedric.

"Foreign" the policeman looked at Cedric's appearance and said, "Western European"

Cedric understood the sentence, but he was still prepared to remain silent.

"Follow us to the police station first, and we will help you find your family and friends." Cedric followed the police into the car obediently.

"Thank you for your help." Cedric said to the passerby who accompanied him in the police car. Through a simple conversation with the other person, he knew that this person was a sophomore student at the California Law School named Mihir.

Mihir smiled what he thought was the most charming smile and leaned directly against Cedric, regardless of the high temperature of over degrees Celsius in Florida. "It's nothing. It's God's will to reach out to everyone in difficulty."

"You are a believer"

"Of course, aren't you?" Mihir asked. Even though most people in the beautiful country are false believers, they still pretend to be devout believers in order not to be rejected by mainstream society.

Cedric originally wanted to say that he was a great warrior of the proletariat, but thinking that he was now in the beautiful country, he finally said helplessly, "I don't know, I have lost my memory."