Chapter 1614: ?on the way

　　 Driving to pick up people is of course a method in Muggle society, but when the three of them were chatting and eating breakfast, the professor who drove out of the city stopped the car in a deserted place.
　　 "Next we are going to London, so the car is no longer available, we fly over."
　　 Standing on the side of the road, Su Ming looked around to see if anyone passed by. After all, he still didn't want the people who could wash the memories of the Ministry of Magic to wipe their ass. Now it still needs a low-key period.
Mr. Granger rubbed his hands. As a middle-class white man, going to Manchester’s most luxurious Radisson Hotel for breakfast is not a great thing for him, but speaking of flying with magic, this middle-aged man is still He showed the same yearning look as a boy.
　　 Yeah, who hasn’t dreamed of becoming a magician? Can fly to the sky and escape, chant mantras and fight dragons.
　　 It's a pity that these dreams in most ordinary people's lives will only gradually dissipate with age, and they will soon be busy in the reality of life.
　　 The Grangers are dentists and their living conditions are pretty good, so they are qualified to dream. If their family is a low-level poor, it is estimated that they will only worry about what to eat for the next meal every day.
　　 "Fly? I mean, don't rely on airplanes to fly?" He looked at Su Ming very much, wanting to see what the mysterious wizard would do.
　　 In fact, the answer is also very simple. Su Ming can fly, but it would not look good to let the Strangler fly with these people, so in the end this work has to be done by the magic floating cloak.
　　By the way, every time I arrive in a new world, the only people around me are the strangulation and the cloak...
He stretched out his hand and took off the tie hanging from his neck. In the surprised eyes of the Grangers, the tie was floating in the air, instantly as if absorbing energy from the air, and in the blink of an eye it became a square of three square meters. Flying carpet.
　　 It has also lowered its height a bit, and the corners are warped, as if to signal everyone to come up.
　　 "It's amazing, is this magic?"
　　 Little Hermione's mouth opened wide, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover it like a little lady, but she couldn't stop the exclamation.
　　 The little girl got acquainted with the professor in a short time after having breakfast, and now she looks like a child should have, and she is much more lively.
Su Ming smiled, he jumped on the flying carpet and sat down first: "Have you seen Aladdin's magic lamp? Flying carpets are more popular in the Middle East. Flying broomsticks are popular in the UK. Unfortunately, that stuff is not available except for drivers. Manned."
　　 Hermione climbed onto the flying carpet that the cloak turned into, curled up into a small ball, and reached out to touch the gorgeous silk thread: "Riding a broom? Like the bad witch in a fairy tale book?"
　　 "Almost." Su Ming watched Granger and his wife also sit up, stretched out his hand to pat the magic floating cloak, and let it take off.
The cloak is actually very tangled. As the magical sacred weapon of the Golem universe, when it comes to this place, it has to be disguised as a flying carpet of some kind of rouch. It is almost lost the cloak. Even Gu Yi can only offer it to the holy. In the institute, how can it be called like a death knell?
　　 But following the death knell, there are good things to eat, and even go to different worlds to eat. For food, I can only bear it.
　　 There are a lot of enchanting effects on the cloak. At this time, the magic circle can be used to resist the strong wind caused by flying, and Hermione cautiously climbed to its edge and looked down.
　　 I saw that in the gap between the clouds, the buildings and roads below flashed quickly like a phantom, and the height made her timid, so she immediately retracted her little head.
　　 Feeling the broad flying carpet right under her, she feels much better.
　　 Just thinking about riding on a broom made of a wooden stick and a pile of straw, she decided not to play with flying broomsticks in the future.
　　 "Flying carpet is better." She whispered.
　　 After listening to the cloak, he cocked a corner and nudged her, as if praising her for her knowledge, but Hermione didn't know what it meant, so she just laughed timidly.
　　 The Granger and his wife looked at each other and smiled with relief, as long as the daughter is happy.
　　 In order to take care of the physique of ordinary people, the magic cloak greatly controlled his speed, but even so, it only took five minutes to fly from Manchester to the suburbs of London.
This is obviously beyond the Grangers’ expectations. It can be noticed that both hands were shaking after the flying carpet was off. Only Hermione reluctantly watched the flying carpet change back into a tie and flew back to the professor’s. The neck is automatically refastened.
"Okay, next we need to go to Diagon Alley and exchange some Jin Jialong for Hermione for the magic world, and buy all the items on this list." Su Ming took out the note given by Lao Deng from his pocket. , Handed it directly to Mr. Granger: "But there are too many people in the big city. It's not a good idea to show magic. Let's take a taxi."
　　 After all, people want to send their children to school, and it is also the fun of parents to buy things for the children. Of course Su Ming could buy all these for him, but Hermione was not an orphan Harry.
　　 Mr. Granger took the list with a smile, looked at the crucible and scrolls and other debris on it, raised his brows a little, and then politely agreed to the professor's proposal.
　　While a group of people were waiting for rent on a remote roadside, he still asked:
　　 "Professor Wilson, I find that you are not the same as the wizards introduced in Professor McGonagall's letter. You seem to be very familiar with our society and life."
　　 How long does Su Ming think he can bear it? Sure enough, even the father of a genius girl can't compare to Batman?
"Of course I know very well that there are generally two types of magicians. One of them is pure-blood wizards. They are often members of a large family living in a closed magical world. They honor their blood and power. For ordinary people, it is also called The Muggles are not interested in everything. They don’t understand today’s technology, and they don’t care about British policy. They are people who live entirely in ivory towers."
　　 He took out the cigarette case to light one, and gave a concession to Mr. Granger, but the dentist did not smoke to protect his teeth, so the mercenary continued:
"There is another kind, that is, the sorcerers who are descendants of ordinary people, who have some understanding of Muggle things, but the degree is different~EbookFREE.me~ By the way, sometimes pure blood Will call us "mudblood", which is a discriminatory term, Hermione, if someone calls you like this at school, please report to me immediately. Know? In my opinion, blood only provides part of the talent. , One’s achievement still depends on vision and wisdom."
　　 The little girl still doesn't understand, she just nodded and stared at his tie.
　　 "You are right." Mr. Granger praised, as an Englishman, constitutional monarchy is the implementation of this view.
　　 The lineage of the Queen’s family is said to be noble to the point where the blood is blue, but in fact the royal family’s privileges have long been worse than before. Now it is a democratic era in which the prime minister is in power and parliamentary elections.
　　 descent can provide a high starting point, but if you don’t have enough ability to master it, you will eventually have to give it to others.
　　 Su Ming saw a taxi approaching in the distance, and a dust was raised on the yellow soil road in the suburbs. He stretched out his hand and beckoned:
"Just like ordinary people, if you have no family background and no money, you can only master advanced skills through learning, and pass exams to gain remuneration and social status. This is the ultimate fairness of human society. Knowledge changes destiny. It is the same in the magical world Rationale."
Mrs. Granger touched her daughter’s head. Her literacy level was not low, so she naturally understood what it meant. She held her daughter in the front seat of the taxi and said to her, "My dear, hear Did the teacher say anything? Knowledge is power. You must study hard in the future."
　　 Su Ming and Mr. Granger got into the back of the taxi. He smiled and handed out a large bill to the front: "Mr. Driver, please take us to Charing Cross Road in Westminster."