Chapter 1 Snow in September

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The rhythmic sound of metal collision made Xing Ze open his eyes. He looked around in confusion, then stretched out his legs and touched his chest.

There was no expected blood, no bullet holes, and no severe pain. Wasn't he dead? Yes, he was shot three times and fell into the river. Unless a miracle happened, he would not be alive.

In addition, where is that? Where the hell is he?

As a private detective who has just experienced life and death, professional ethics and survival skills can allow Xing Ze to wake up his drowsy brain as quickly as possible to figure out the current situation.

When the brain recovered and began to receive and process the information brought by the body, Xing Ze first felt that his whole body was weak, and secondly, his throat was dry and burning, as if he fell into a desert instead of water when he was shot.

He barely stood up, and took a knife from the messy dining table with his slightly trembling left leg, and then he began to look around carefully.

Judging from the scenery passing by outside the window and the sound of metal collision, he was on a train, and he was the only one in the whole small carriage.

Probably there would be no danger. Xing Ze thought, he was about to put down the knife, but was frightened by a sudden whistle.

"Woo-woo-"

After the shock, Xing Ze realized that something was wrong.

Steam train? Although there is not much research on steam trains, in 2019, few trains will make that kind of whistle.

My God, did he drift along the river to the industrial age?

In order to further confirm his guess, Xing Ze took up his limited strength to search on the messy dining table.

Soon he pulled out an English newspaper from the bottom of a pile of documents, no, to be exact, an English newspaper that could move.

"September 1, 1991, Prophet Monthly?"

Xing Ze was so surprised that he didn't even realize that he had no difficulty reading English. He was really a complete English idiot before.

The headline of the newspaper shocked him even more-Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has started.

A large black and red photo was placed in the center of the page. In the photo stood an amiable old man with a red beard, and behind him was a towering ancient castle.

Harry Potter? The magic world? Xing Ze looked like he was hit on the head by a hammer, staring at the newspaper.

The excessive information made his brain crash immediately, but there was one thing that was certain, he died and traveled to Harry Potter's magic world, and should be on the magic train to Hogwarts now.

At this moment, something strange happened, and Xing Ze felt a sharp pain in the center of his right leg.

He groaned, lifted his leg and looked, and saw that something seemed to be wriggling in the flesh of his legs, ready to burst out of the flesh at any time.

The pain became more and more intense, accompanied by a lot of redundant information, which poured into Xing Ze's brain like a tide.

"Ah——" The terrible torture of the mind and body made him scream.

At the moment when he was about to faint, he saw it, saw clearly the strange sphere that drilled out of the leg, and the terrifying sphere was the main culprit that killed him in his previous life.

Xing Ze's hoarse throat soon lost the ability to scream, and after that, it was endless darkness.

...

Bark Sara was leaning on the single sofa in the office, which was probably the most comfortable seat on the entire Hogwarts Express.

The comfort brought by the magic sofa is not comparable to the soft cushions in the carriage, not to mention the hardwood seats in the public carriage.

Of course, only the conductor can enjoy that privilege.

Old Balk has worked on that train for more than 30 years. He regards the train as his second wife.

"It will take about half an hour. He may have a drink." Balk muttered to himself, using his legs to move the pipe in his mouth.

"Knock, knock!"

The rapid knock on the door dispelled Balk's mood for a drink. He got up from the soft sofa and said in a deep voice: "Come in."

A brown-haired young man came in from the door in a hurry. "Excuse me, Mr. Balk..." he said breathlessly.

"For Merlin's sake, Bowman, call him the conductor." Balk interrupted the young man dissatisfiedly, "It's better not to make a fuss. The passengers will laugh at us."

"Of course, sir, oh no, conductor." Bowman patted his chest with his legs and replied respectfully.

After catching his breath, the young conductor continued, "Conductor, you have to look outside. The weather is very abnormal. It has started to snow."

"Snow?" Balk repeated, "Am I drunk, Bauman? It's only the end of August, how can it snow?"

Although he was suspicious, he didn't think Bauman would lie to him, unless the boy didn't want to ask for that good job.

Balk snapped his fingers, and the half-hung curtains in the office immediately rose. In order to see the situation outside the window more clearly, he reluctantly left the comfortable sofa and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sky became very gloomy, and small snowflakes were flying in the wind. Based on previous winter driving experience, a terrible blizzard will come soon.

"Then how can it be?"

Surprise and confusion spread rapidly on the face of the sixty-five-year-old conductor. Yes, in more than thirty years of train work, he had indeed seen a lot of bad situations, hurricanes, heavy rains, mudslides, etc., but what appeared in Severe snowstorms in August and September?

Old Balk soon calmed down and returned to his original appearance, thinking about the wrong strategy in his mind.

"They will be at Novi Ravenska Village Station in about half an hour, right?"

Bowman flipped over the notebook he had on his lap, nodded and replied: "No, conductor. To be exact, it's twenty-four minutes, provided they don't slow down."

Balkanadon blew out all the smoke from his pipe. The red smoke quickly gathered in front of his eyes, and was initially arranged into a series of numbers - 17:22.

"Tell Shovel to slow down the train and change the magic power device to a low-temperature working group. In addition, ask Miss Rebecca and the police officers to inform the passengers that if the wind and snow get worse, they will be in New Ravenska Village. Stop for a while.

"Have Dao send a telegram to the main station to report the current situation. Oh, also send one to Hogwarts to tell their students that they will be delayed..."

Bowman memorized the train conductor's instructions one by one. Just as he was going to inform various units, Balk said again: "Wrong. Remember to ask the prefects of Hogwarts to keep an eye on those students and don't let them run around."

"Okay, conductor, he will inform them."

After Bowman left, Old Balke let out a long breath. He looked at the increasingly fierce wind and snow outside, and his expression became more solemn: "Then damn weather, why does it have to be tomorrow?"

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