Chapter 8 Entering the Fantasy World Again

London, South Kensington.

Hermione was currently showing off her new school uniform, black plain robes, and a black pointed wizard hat to her family.

"Is this frog alive?"

Unlike women who are obsessed with clothes, Mr. Granger is more interested in jumping chocolate frogs.

So much so that he sat on the sofa and stared at the chocolate frog in front of him for almost half a quarter of an hour.

"Dad, that's just a chocolate candy. Maybe it's the magic that gives it temporary mobility, but it's always for eating!"

Hermione pursed her lips and looked expectantly at the only candy in the house - chocolate frogs.

Mr. Granger seemed to see the look in his daughter's eyes and hesitated for a moment.

"Sorry! My dear, you also know the damage that sweets can do to your teeth, especially since you are in the correction period now, and once cavities form..."

Before Mr. Granger could finish speaking, Hermione habitually took over the topic, and then said in a flurry of words:

"Once caries forms, it is inevitable. Until the tooth is completely broken, the only treatment is to kill the nerve of the tooth through a root canal, deeply clean the pulp, and then fill it with a new light-curing composite resin."

Finally, Hermione said angrily:

"I didn't want to eat it, I just wanted to look at it!"

After saying that, she no longer looked at the chocolate frog. Perhaps she had wanted to taste it at first, but when she heard about the correction period, she decisively gave up the idea.

I don't know why, but whenever the topic related to teeth comes up recently, 'Miss Rabbit' always pops up in Hermione's mind.

While this made her angry, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and angry.

"Even if you have a little bit of divination ability, it's not a reason to comment on a girl's appearance casually."

Maybe he received a letter from an owl, which confirmed the previous divination results; or maybe he went to Diagon Alley and saw real magic.

In short, Hermione herself didn't notice that her mentality had changed unconsciously. The title of Ino has also changed from the original Mr. Liar to the current one who has some ability.

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No matter how long the night is, dawn will always arrive.

On the banks of the Thames, when the early morning sunlight shone on the narrow bridge opening, Eno had already woken up.

"Another nice sunny day."

He stood up and opened the worn linen curtain. After stretching comfortably, he walked out of his bridge.

Standing in the open space by the bridge, letting the golden sunshine shine on his face, the warm feeling made him couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying the relaxation and tranquility of this moment.

After a simple wash.

Ino sat on the grass in a daze, looking at the ripples of the Thames River in the morning light.

Looking at the boats passing by and the pedestrians walking by the river in twos and threes, he now loves this slow-paced leisurely life more and more.

After a long moment of silence, Ino stood up, walked slowly back to the bridge, and began to pack his luggage.

Picking around in the residence, I first stuffed some dried cheese and hard bread into the canvas bag, and then put a dark gray blanket with holes in it... and the "Elementary Standard Spells" that I had been thinking about.

And everything he did was because he suddenly had a subtle premonition just now.

After more than three months, today is almost the day when he will enter the fantasy world again.

Although he didn't know the specific time, he seemed to have this feeling somewhere, and this premonition never let him down.

Time passed by minute by second.

Coincidentally, after Ino sorted out all the items, not long after that, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

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A moment, or less.

The warm morning light just now turned into the gloomy dusk of evening in an instant. The strong contrast almost made Ino suffocate.

"Ah sneeze!"

Before he could react, the cold air around him suddenly hit him.

"It's like this again, without giving any preparation time... it's still bad weather."

I took out a worn wool blanket from my backpack and draped it all over my body before I felt a little better.

But with this look, from a distance he looked more like a wizard on the road.

The only shortcomings may be a pointed hat and a wand hidden in the lining.

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In the bleak autumn, a long dark and silent day, heavy clouds hung low in the sky.

In the gloomy and exotic countryside, a lonely figure suddenly appeared.

Taking advantage of the remaining light of sunset, Ino could clearly see the cold scenery around him.

Dilapidated houses, desolate walls, and decayed and dead white trees, the sparse scenery reveals an unspeakable gloom.

Likewise, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and the cold wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

However, he has long been accustomed to all this, although he has also been curious about why some wild places are always in such a state of decline.

However, the more times you experience it, the more you become accustomed to it.

After all... although the surrounding area looks a bit desolate, it is not dangerous. Of course, the premise is not to be greedy or meddlesome.

Half an hour later.

Ino finally found a place to stay before nightfall.

The smoke rising not far away and the faint smell of toast in the air made his tense body gradually relax.

In the fantasy world, seeing a house or a bonfire in the wild is not enough to make people relax, because it may be the house of the devil or the old witch.

But only the rising smoke can make people feel safe. After all, the old witches never bake bread, they can only make disgusting potions.

At the same time.

After walking dozens of meters in the direction of the smoke, Ino finally walked out of the weird forest before.

What came into view was the endless golden wheat waves, the crisscrossing field paths, and the high water wheels.

Going further, you will see a peaceful village, or a small town.

More than a dozen houses of various types arranged in rows, thatched, stone, wooden... bakery, mill, blacksmith shop, tailor shop...

Perhaps it was near night, it seemed a little quiet here, without the hustle and bustle of the day.

Walking into the town, Ino's slightly weird clothes also attracted many people's attention.

He did not rashly approach the natives to chat, nor was he approached, as if they were both in a silent contest.

Ten minutes later.

"Another miniature town."

After determining the size of the place, Ino immediately filtered out the stories that happened in big towns and the wilderness.

Two years have allowed him to gradually understand the essence of the fantasy world.

The capital city where the king is located, the prosperous commercial city, the medium-sized town, the small town, the village, the wilderness... different small puzzles piece together a vast world.

Sometimes they have some connections, and sometimes they are irrelevant.

In short, every puzzle and every place has a corresponding story.

The difference is that the stories in some places have ended, while others have not yet begun.

But no matter what, the people living in the 'puzzle' are still living their lives.

"There are no taverns or hotels, so we can only find a place to stay."

After a rough tour of the town, Ino had to admit that this place was like a closed paradise.

All the facilities in the town seem to be tailor-made for the people who live here, and it seems that outsiders have never been considered.

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