[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

When she saw this item, she really felt that this option was customized for herself. In an unfamiliar place, she especially needs to control her emotions. At least for now, she has no idea about the upcoming plot of the story. It is safest to stay silent, so she has no need to shine or attract attention.

Increased luck means being a little luckier than ordinary people, and everything can be saved from danger. Although you can't completely avoid danger, it's not bad if you can escape it. This is also a necessary skill to survive, and you don't need to be "extremely lucky", otherwise you will be more likely to be targeted.

If you can control your bad emotions that explode at the slightest moment, your chances of surviving will only be greater.

So she clicked the "emotional suppression" button and immediately felt that her mood was not so bad. I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied, thinking that it turned out that this thing arrived in seconds.

I pulled it a little with my hands and was stunned. I saw a skill that I thought of more.

"English-Chinese translation, one hundred gold coins?"

"...I want this!" She was stunned for half a minute, then pointed to the "English-Chinese translation" button and said.

The artificially retarded person actually said: "I'm sorry, your balance is insufficient!"

"I can't do it without this!" It was probably because the plug-in that controlled her emotions just now worked. Now she couldn't get angry at all, and every word she spoke seemed to be coquettish.

If she had known this thing existed, why would she have chosen anything else? Everything else is the icing on the cake, but this "English-Chinese translation" is an essential skill to live here!

As a person who spent more than three hundred days working hard to memorize thirty basic words, there is no reason why she should rely on her own ability to learn foreign languages ​​in a short time and communicate with them without any barriers, right? Isn't this possible?

It's okay to go out like this, but I can't even understand what others say, which is a shame.

For example, if someone yells: "Poison gas! Run!" Everyone else runs away. What should she do?

It was okay if there were others nearby, and she could still run with him, but... what if she was the only one in the poisonous place?

To sum up, if you don’t understand people’s words, you don’t have the basic ability to avoid risks.

"Sell me for twenty gold coins! Otherwise, I will owe the eighty gold coins first..." Her temper suddenly became completely different from before, and she negotiated carefully.

The artificially retarded person, who was not silent, immediately searched for a more necessary skill and said: "Your last twenty gold coins can just be used to purchase your own profile information!"

"... Do you want to buy this?" She actually wanted to yell "Fuck", but she couldn't yell out anyway, so there was a silent pause for a few seconds with her mouth open before speaking.

"...Okay!" She clicked the purchase button feebly, and immediately a lot of information appeared in her mind.

Her name is Amy Li, and her parents are flower farmers. She couldn't learn English no matter what, but her parents wanted her to study abroad, and they thought she would be able to speak it naturally after being nurtured. At this moment, a black owl landed outside the window of her room and slammed an envelope in front of her...

"Okay, okay, go to Hogwarts..." She gradually accepted her new identity, rubbed her temples, and said, "I'll take care of myself as I come." But somewhere in her heart, there was a big feeling. Scolding: "Let this damn closed beta end quickly! Hurry up and close down..."

The artificially retarded voice still floated from above the head, and continued calmly: "The 'hidden space' can be opened at any time, and the key only obeys your call! In this space, you can get a more complete rest, It can also have the fastest healing effect, and these are free! If you want to purchase other skills, you need to complete game tasks and collect more gold coins! I wish you a happy game!"

Although she didn't mention it clearly, she just felt that this was the kind of person who was given an "expulsion order" and couldn't wait for her to leave quickly.

She raised her eyes and looked at the floor mirror in front of her again, as if she was looking for a button like "Exit Game".

The voice above came again: "This game cannot be exited until all storylines are over! I wish you a happy game!"

She exhaled a long, particularly decadent breath, sighed, turned around, opened the door and walked out with lowered eyes.

In fact, she really wanted to smash the mirror, smash a hole in the space just now, and search more thoroughly for the source of the artificially retarded voice, or something else...

However, the bad emotions were suppressed very firmly...

She is now Amy Li, her name is Amy Li in English, pushing two large suitcases and five cardboard boxes, with a cat covered in black satin fur lying on the top, holding it in her hand to go to Hogwart. train tickets...

At this time, the cat woke up, raised its head and glanced at her with its amber eyes, and said "meow" as if asking.

Amy smiled softly: "I don't know how to go either..."

Huh? Wait, can she understand what this cat is saying?

I was suddenly surprised, and it was covered by memory and became a habit.

is not that right? She has been able to understand what her family cat is saying since she was a child.

There was originally only one orange cat in the house, raised by my mother and named "Yarn Ball". Last year, Yarn Ball gave birth to a pair of kittens. One was all white and was named "Snowball" by Amy, and the other was satin-like black and was named "Tanqiu".

The black cat she was going to take to Hogwarts was Charcoal.

Amy stood there for a while, except for "gogogo" and the occasional "hi", as well as "miss" and "mr" when calling each other, and a few "ok" and "thinkyou", almost completely listening Don't understand anything they say. So I chose to stand silently against the wall, quietly observing the foreigners coming and going.

Although she didn't understand much English, she still knew the numbers. She was standing in the middle between 10 and 9. She felt that she would always meet one or two people like her who couldn't find the platform, and she would ask for directions by asking for directions. Go with others.

Look at the clock hanging not far away, it's almost eleven o'clock, and in ten minutes, the Hogwart Express will leave. Very good, it's not too late, and there will always be a few people who come to board the bus at the right time.

"Oh, I've had enough! The station is always crowded with Muggles at this time! Come on, kids! Platform nine and three-quarters!"

Amy had been paying attention to pedestrians, so she saw this group of people with fiery red hair. The four boys of different heights all pushed the same trolley as hers. The youngest one is tall, thin, and has freckles on his face. The older ones are identical twins. There is also a bird cage on the largest cart, and there is an owl with gray and black fur inside.

Amy's heart skipped a beat, feeling that she had found someone who was traveling the same way.

Why? Because ordinary people rarely raise owls! What she is looking for is the unusual, extraordinary group of people.

Despite the language barrier, Amy had no idea what the fat, red-haired middle-aged woman was talking about, and she felt that she was inseparable.

"Okay, Percy, you go first!" The fat middle-aged woman held her youngest daughter and stood beside her, directing the children to face the wall of the platform. He glanced at Amy and was a little startled at first, then walked over to her and smiled: "Oh, dear, you shouldn't look here! But I don't think it's appropriate to use a sleeping spell on you here, okay. I carry a potion with me that gives Muggles temporary amnesia."

Amy only saw her walking over while talking, with a kind expression, and she probably didn't say anything unpleasant. Then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an unassuming smile.

The middle-aged woman reached out to look for something in her handbag and seemed to grab a handful of ashes. When she looked up again, she looked at Amy and was stunned for a moment. She also stopped there, looking at her left and right with her eyes open, mouth Li murmured: "Oh, my God! It turns out you are too..."

Amy didn't know how to express that she wanted to ask for directions, so she just flashed her ticket and said nothing.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, my dear!" The middle-aged woman put the things she was about to grab back into her handbag, smiled more kindly at her, stretched out her hand and pulled the trolley in front of her to the middle of the platform wall. .

At this time, the big boy with the owl happened to push his trolley into the wall, and Amy was stunned for a moment.

The middle-aged woman pointed to the place where the big boy got in, and said to Amy: "My dear, that's right there! If you're scared, just run away and close your eyes!"

Amy still didn't understand a word, and tilted her head in confusion at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman laughed helplessly, letting Amy grab the trolley, and pushed her forward. When she was about to hit the wall, she gently covered Amy's eyes with one hand.

She couldn't tell what was going on, but Amy just stopped feeling the middle-aged woman's hand and opened her eyes. There was only one red train in front of her. Looking up at the stop sign again, it read nine and three-quarters.

Adults in weird costumes were sending children of all sizes to the bus, and cats with various furs shuttled under people's feet, telling them how stupid their owners were. The owls' calls echo each other's calls and they have made friends.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly. I pushed my trolley forward, trying to find a less crowded carriage.

After pushing to the back of the car, I saw an empty compartment. When I was about to go over, I found that someone had already taken it.

It was a boy about her age, wearing round glasses. His clothes were a little worn and ill-fitting, his hair was messy, and the scar on his forehead could be vaguely seen.

At this time, he was struggling to move his big box into the car. He gritted his teeth and lifted it, but before he could put it in the car, it hit his foot hard again.