Chapter 1048 This Is Not Harry Potter

"Can you give me your hair care secrets? Please, this is related to my future happiness in life!" Strange was so sincere that he was about to give Modu an oriental seat.

But Mordo, who had been listening carefully to Strange's speech, was suddenly taken aback. Did he think he was hallucinating? Or did Strange actually cast a very powerful confusion spell on himself, messing up his hearing?

Mo Du held his breath and focused his attention, emptying out all distracting thoughts, without sadness or joy in his heart. He entered a state of harmony between man and nature, and then said in an ethereal voice: "Repeat your request just now."

"I mean, respected Baron Mordo." Well, this passage is normal, without fluctuations in magic power.

"I want to make a small request to you." That's normal here too.

"Excuse me, can you give me the secret of your hair care? How can I keep my hair as thick and black as you after drinking the magic water? You even combed a rather imposing back hair, The hair is as lush as the Amazon rainforest, which is really enviable." Here we come! I am hallucinating again, is this a powerful confusion spell?

Modu tried his best to investigate, but in the end the investigation turned out to be nothing. There is no magic fluctuation, no confusion spell, and no auditory hallucination spell. Modu ruled out all possibilities, and finally he seems to have found the truth.

He looked into Strange's eyes and said, "Are you serious? That's what you're looking for?"

Strange nodded desperately, he was very serious.

Mordo looked at Strange in silence for a long time. This guy came to him for this? He said that his future should not be for the position of supreme mage or something? Shouldn't he be fighting with Doom? The two of them are candidates for the position of Supreme Mage!

His purpose of coming here should be to win over himself as a big brother, let himself be his helper, and then fight against Dum. It's like a drama of court infighting or a drama of power struggle within a big family.

At that moment, he had already conceived how to deal with Strange's solicitation. And he also calculated how to maximize his own interests, and even whether he could take advantage of Strange's opportunity to participate in the competition for the position of Supreme Mage.

In an instant, I thought about so many problems and came up with so many countermeasures. There are even things like wooing and corrupting Strange, but what is this guy in front of him talking about? The question he was thinking about was actually keeping his hair from falling out?

You fucking don't know how to use Suguang 101! Do I need to ask this question too? This is wasting my time!

Mordo looked at Strange, and he said softly, "Get out."

"What?" Strange didn't hear clearly.

"I told you to get out!" Mordo waved his sleeves, and Strange felt dizzy. It seems that he was directly transported out of the London Temple by Modo using space magic.

Because the vibration of space magic was a bit strong, Strange felt like motion sickness. It took him a while to recover, and he wandered around in a daze for a few times before confirming his position.

The huge London Eye is not far away, and I still look like I am still in London. Strange was a little puzzled, he didn't know that what he just said had offended Mordo.

I just want a secret recipe for hair care so that I can get rid of the life of taking drugs every day, that's all.

Why did Modu want to drive him away suddenly? This is completely unreasonable. After thinking for a while, Strange felt that he had violated some taboo with a certain passage just now?

For example, the word [hair] is forbidden in the mage world, because many male mages have no hair, and of course there are a small number of female mages who are willing to take the water of magic power, and of course their hair falls out.

Because everyone has long hair fluttering, so once they lose it, they feel lost, and then they list their hair as a taboo?

Strange felt that such an explanation could be explained. Because Gu Yi also has no hair, probably this is the so-called [Taboo for the Venerable].

Strange felt that he should go to the temple later to have a look, maybe Modu would still be angry if he went now. Although Strange couldn't figure out why Mordo was angry, but Mordo was also one of the three temple mages anyway.

Even if you can't get his hair care secrets or something, at least don't let him leave a bad impression on himself because of such trivial things, it's too unnecessary.

Strange decided to go to Mordo later, and now in London, Strange could have some fun to pass the time.

For example, go to King's Cross Station to take a look at platform nine and three quarters. Because of the global popularity of Harry Potter, Platform Nine and Three Quarters in the book has also become a world-renowned attraction.

Many people imagine that they can pass through platform nine and three-quarters and board the train to Hogwarts just like the stories in the book.

This is the intersection of magic and reality, and countless Muggles are flocking to it. Strange looked at the iconic photo spot on Platform 9 3/4: a trolley halfway into the wall.

Strange looked at the Muggles who came forward to grab the trolley to take pictures, pretending that they could also board the Hogwarts train, and Strange inexplicably felt a sense of superiority.

Muggles, do you know that there is a real mage standing beside you? This slightly dark feeling is an indescribable comfort.

But Strange hadn't been secretly happy for a long time before he was interrupted by the young couple behind him: "Hurry up if you want to take pictures, we're still queuing up!"

Unknowingly, Strange joined the crowd queuing up for a group photo with half of the trolley. Everyone grabbed the trolley and posed various poses to learn the bridges in the movie.

And now it seems that it is Strange's turn, well, since everyone is here, this is also a famous attraction in London. Take a photo of yourself as a souvenir.

Strange was holding the trolley with a smile on his face. He was probably the oldest student in Hogwarts history.

The moment the photographer in charge of taking pictures pressed the shutter, something strange happened.

The half of the trolley that Strange was holding on to suddenly produced a huge suction force, as if a giant was pulling him forward. Strange crashed into platform 9 and three quarters in a daze, but But there was no expected pain.

He walked straight across the platform into another space, and the Muggles outside the platform didn't seem to notice what had just happened. No one was shocked by Strange's sudden disappearance.

Everyone still lined up to take pictures as usual, and platform 9 and 3/4 was still crowded.

Strange was a little confused, what's going on? What's wrong with me? Could it be that there is actually another school of magic on this earth besides Kamateki and Greenwich? Because nothing that happens now can be explained if it is not for magic. He entered an empty King's Cross station.

Just when Strange was different, a tall and handsome boy walked over, slapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Welcome new students to join, Hogwarts train No. 5927 is preparing to leave, and you are the only one who is missing." Alone."

"ah?!"