10, Happy New Year

With the train arrived at the station.

"The train will arrive in Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage in the car and we will take it to the school for you."

When placed in the setting of the Magic Academy, electronic sounds that will appear out of place will echo on the train.

In this way, Lu Mingfei seemed to have understood when watching some game talk show videos, such as steampunk, diesel punk, etc. Among these punks, except for cyberpunk, the first two must have magic elements.

Unlike the medieval fantasy and magic style that Charlemagne took the lead in creating, steampunk originated in the Victorian era. In the era when the British Empire never had sunset, the engine of the steam engine brought powerful production, and countless novel outbreaks were constantly being born.

People at that time were extremely proud, believing that the laws of the world could be conquered by steam engines, and the magic in the legend could be reproduced and popularized by human hands.

Is this the Victorian era?

It is completely different from the modern era where nihilism is prevalent. Just when Lu Mingfei sighed, "Although the magic academy looks a bit strange like a steam locomotive, this kind of stupid, big, black and thick thing is also a man's romance."

Lilim said in a sarcastic manner: "Yes, the progress of the Victorian era, and the pride of mankind as human beings is extremely expanding. Even the poorest workers in the slums in London will be proud of the huge wealth controlled by the British Empire."

Lu Mingfei was so choked by Lilim that he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

I always feel that the topic of continuing to talk will be very dangerous.

Lu Mingfei originally planned to follow the notice to put his backpack—there was actually nothing important in it. Apart from some clothes, there was only a book that Lu Mingfei almost forgot about.

"The Book of Gathia", that's right, what the little devil gave Lu Mingfei after the end of the winter wood.

Lu Mingfei originally thought that he wanted to collect Demon God cards from the magic card girl Sakura, or recycle Demon God's Phantom Book, etc., but he has never met Demon God seriously yet.

When it was in France, the limelight was completely stolen by the witches who made the Holy King and the Holy King.

At that time, Mozart could only be considered half a demon, and the real demon had never appeared.

In this way, the presence of the demons seems to be unexpectedly low.

But he looked at Lilim's eyes.

Lu Mingfei thought about it and stuffed the bag containing the rice ball into his pocket.

There should be many magical animals in Hogwarts. Each student has his own pet, so the rice balls should be fed, right?

The car stopped steadily.

Lu Mingfei patted Mordred's head and urged her to wake up soon, but Mordred died of sleeping unexpectedly. Was she too relaxed?

Lu Mingfei originally wanted to tickle or something, but Lilim slapped Mordred in the butt without hesitation!

Mordred jumped up like a frightened little animal. After she was sleeping in a daze, she didn't know what she had admitted to her mistake after seeing Lu Mingfei's white hair now, and she showed a look of horror in an instant.

"Mother—Uh, I recognized the wrong person."

The awkward Mordred subconsciously began to change the topic.

"Ah, that's the meal?

Lu Mingfei: "..."

Lilim: "..."

In short, Lu Mingfei was dragging the situation with no idea of ​​the situation in all senses, while Lu Mingfei was holding the rice ball, while Lilim was stuffed by Lu Mingfei to help her carry it, and the other luggage was placed on the train.

It wasn't Harry Potter's three-man team that was just like that, together with other students, got off the train under the command of the broadcast.

It seems that the time to arrive at the college was at night.

The cold air at night made Lu Mingfei tremble.

Then a lamp swayed above the students' heads, and Lu Mingfei heard a familiar voice shouting: "First-year freshmen! First-year freshmen come here! Come here, how are you?"

Yes... Jiude Mai, there is Su Enxi next to her, and they are still like adults, guiding a large group of little kids like nannies.

I don’t know if it was Lu Mingfei’s illusion. When they faced this group of chattering little kids, they looked a little overwhelmed.

Lilim seemed to see something from Lu Mingfei's expression: "Are they two of you acquaintances?"

"Yes," Lu Mingfei nodded, "I guess there are still many people involved in this stage barrier."

Lilim tried to win over and comforted her: "It may not be that she is in trouble, but it may be just a virtual NPC formed by relevant information. After all, except for the protagonist in the stage play can only be regarded as background..."

"She still owes me a lot of money!" Lu Mingfei was worried.

Su Enxi seems to play the role of Harry Potter's friend in the story, Hagrid, a worker from the academy. According to the script that Lu Mingfei knew about being adapted, before arriving at the Magic Academy, Hagrid should take Hagrid to Gringott Bank to withdraw money.

It is not a big deal that Lu Mingfei is paying attention to. After all, Harry Potter's first movie was an old movie. When he watched it, Lu Mingfei was not a big man. He was afraid of poor children. Compared to Lu Mingfei's eyes when he saw the Kings Mountain left by his parents, it was similar to when Harry saw the Kings Mountain in the story.

"It's so much money! And I need money to go to school. What should I do if I don't have money now? I'm not a Lightning Scar boy, and I don't know if the director has considered issues such as inheritance or insurance compensation." Lu Mingfei kept thinking.

Lilim didn't know what to answer.

Mordred laughed, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, comforting: "You are not a boy now!"

"Is there anyone who comforts people like this?"

No matter how much you complain.

However, such communication content makes Lu Mingfei very comfortable. This feeling is more like a joke between a "buddy" than a boy and a girl or a girl with a girl.

Then Lu Mingfei thought of something.

"Stop talking about me, where is your luggage, Xiao Mo?"

Mordred, who was originally like a curious baby, perfectly integrated into the real kid environment around him, was stunned when he heard this.

“What luggage?”

"Your luggage."

"Do I have luggage?" Mordred looked at Lilim.

Lilim nodded in the book "The Book of Gathia" which is as big as her head - and partly because Lilim is too small.

"I used to have luggage...oh no, I'm a hero. How can I have any luggage and no luggage after the world is here? Speaking of which, where are we?"

"Coach! There's a guy here who's been disconnected without understanding the situation. Hello! You really didn't listen at all from beginning to end!?"

Lu Mingfei felt that he had met a character who was even more speechless than himself.

Mordred seemed not ashamed but proud: "I am a servant, I am your sword. Thinking about such things is the matter that the Lord should be responsible for. It is better to say that talking weapons are dangerous. In my experience, such weapons often consider usurping the master's body or something."

"What kind of darkness do you..."

During the cheerful communication process - Lilim was observing everywhere, Lu Mingfei and Mordred were chatting -

Su Enxi and Jiude Mai from the nanny group, with an expression of indulgence on their faces, led a large group of new boys and girls, instead of going directly to the academy, but took a detour.

Lu Mingfei knew that Hogwarts' new students had to go through a similar admission ceremony.

I don’t know where the two unlucky followers of “Malfoy” were hiding after being beaten up by Mordred.

"Come on, come with me, all the freshmen in the first grade are following closely! Be careful under your feet!"

The children followed the steps of the two older sisters and nannies, slid and stumbled, as if they were walking down the slope along a steep and narrow path. The nearby trees were lush, which made people worry if they would accidentally get lost in the darkness.

A black lake suddenly unfolded at the end of the narrow path. On the high hillside across the lake, a towering steam castle stood, with thick smoke on the tower on the castle, and the starry sky that should have been shining was completely covered.

Although it lacks the feeling of traditional magic, this steampunk style also has a mysterious feeling of Victorian era. Although Lu Mingfei mentioned the mystery of Victorian era, his first reaction in his mind was precise and clever gears...such as a mysterious pocket watch with magical power, or "Blood Source Curse" or something.

"Don't think about it all." Lilim suddenly said.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand why, so he just nodded subconsciously.

There is a small pier on the shore of the lake, and small motorboats equipped with steam engines docked on the shore.

"Each ship has four people! Don't touch it randomly, there is self-driving! The Sirens in the lake don't mind taking the unlucky guys who fell into the lake for extra meals!"

Jiude Mai intimidated the little kids.

"Sierren." Lu Mingfei thought of the group of thirsty old unmarried ladies who looked like wolves and tigers in the Aiyu Island incident not long ago.

I don’t know if Caesar was chased by those young ladies after he left.

The cute look of Circe appeared in his mind.

Anyway, Lu Mingfei didn't think the Siren was scary.

Apart from being cute, it's just a silly.

Because Lu Mingfei had read the script a long time ago, although Lu Mingfei in reality had not waited for his Hogwarts admission notice, since he knew the plot, he naturally had less anticipation for the next plot.

The steam engine rumbling, the sound of the collision of the machine was crisp, and unexpectedly pleasant. The ship passed through the lake and approached the legendary mysterious academy.

The children were alert to the lake, and some of the bold ones were looking at the head and looking to see what kind of magical creatures lived underneath. Occasionally, one or two hands would stick out from the lake, which scared the children to scream.

Lu Mingfei's focus is as strange as ever:

"Speaking of this, aren't your Knights of the Round Table wholesale holy swords from the fairies in the lake? Where is your holy sword? "

"Holy Sword? I don't have that kind of thing, but I stole another Star Demon Sword from my father's treasure house and let you see my Clarent!"

As if showing off his toys to his friends, Mordred set off his posture, waved his hand hard, and made a sword drawing action.

Then nothing happened.

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To be continued...