Chapter 311 Ordinary Life
The poorer you are, the more superstitious you are, which is often not just talk.
After staying here for about five or six days, Ma En was extremely annoyed by the guys here.
I also figured out where I lived, it was Brownville, the poorest community even in Brooklyn...
More than half of the people living in the entire community are black men, and most of the remaining people are from Spain or are from Spain. In this predominantly white country, white skin in this community is as rare as the giant panda. Come on, the security of this place can be imagined.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Ma En. He has no plans to inherit his father's business for the time being, and there is no need to deal with these guys. He is worried about another thing.
There are really more psychics and shamans in this ghost place than ordinary people can imagine...
It would be easy if they were all liars, but there are some guys who may have some wizard blood. When they call for mystery, the four mysterious little wizards can really hear them, and maybe because they are close enough, the sound Not small.
For example, when you are about to go to bed at night, someone keeps saying in your ear, "Dad, come and take me to another world." You may feel very happy saying it once, but if you say it ten thousand times, it is really difficult for an individual. I want to send this guy to another world.
Marne, Hermione, and Esther were a little better. If they were too noisy to sleep, they would just move around. When they were tired from the activities, they would go to bed, but Margaery couldn't do that.
Her mental ability originally gave her extraordinary perception, and it felt like there was a loudspeaker next to her ear every day.
"We absolutely can't stay here any longer!" Margaery sat under the umbrella and said a little angrily after taking a sip of lemonade.
New York is different from most parts of the UK. The climate here is very similar to the island city where Marne lived in his previous life. It's just that it's colder when it's cold, and it's hotter when it's hot. Most of the time, the sun is very bright, so it's not like that. Being soaked in the rain for three days at Hogwarts was one of Marn's favorite types of weather.
On the second day after he arrived, he built a large terrace and swimming pool on the rooftop, and also got some parasols and other things. There was anti-peeping magic on the outside of the roof, so he was not afraid even if a wizard passed by.
Esther swam around in the swimming pool, stretched out one of his heads, wiped the water from his face and said, "I said a few days ago that we might as well stay in a hotel...you guys didn't say anything, but it's okay now."
"The floor is made of gold. It really hurts if you accidentally fall on it at night..." Hermione said with some lingering fear while lying on the recliner.
She wasn't sunbathing, she was just resting for a while after playing tiredly. Ma En didn't like dark skin very much, so there were many things set up here to block the sun. There was even a shelter above the swimming pool.
Margery took another sip of her drink: "I think I need to contact Lucius. His taste has always been good, and the place where he lives must be very quiet..."
"What should we do here? This is for Hermione and I." Esther casually pointed to the building under the swimming pool and said.
Margaery thought for a moment and suggested: "How about... you pack up the valuables and take them away? Anyway, this place won't be used in the future, so there's no point in keeping it. Hermione, you can fit it in your shoulder bag." ?"
Hermione reached out and took out the small satchel under the beach chair and flipped through it: "It's okay to fit it in, but I don't know how many types there are. I'm afraid it's too messy and can't be divided into so many areas."
“There’s no need to divide it into sections, just throw it all in and pour it out later in the rainbow enclave in the sky.”
Margaery continued: "Also, I plan to sleep in the teahouse before moving. I will move the enclave further by then. If you need anything, please call me."
As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers to make a phone call gesture.
"You can live in the Black Tea House, but the move will have to wait. I plan to take a look at it tonight to see what these guys are going to do and what they want." Ma En said after picking up an apple and taking a bite.
"A devout mentally retarded person who lives forever, has a rich family, is in good health, seeks power, rules the world...or simply pursues mysteries." Hermione said several phrases in succession: "It's just this type of guy, in addition to this. What can there be?"
Ma En shrugged: "Who knows, I have to go and see..."
"No need to read, if you want to know, I can tell you everything...I can even tell you who originally compiled their prayers..." Hermione turned over like a salted fish and lay on her stomach. On the beach chair: "I have to say that the creators of some prayers are really geniuses. They are actually a group of squibs. In order to use magic, they created this way of borrowing other people's magic power... but it later changed with the spread of iterations. "
Ma En was a little speechless: "Don't do this..."
After signing the marriage agreement that day, Hermione gained a lot of recorded knowledge, and these things were not one-off, but gradually increased as someone wrote.
This was a very scary thing. The large amount of information that kept flooding in soon clogged her brain. Later, Esther sorted out her thoughts and temporarily stored the unused things somewhere in her mind. In the infinite corner, it will pop out when needed.
This has to talk about Esther's ability. The ability she gained is transformation...but it is not the power that Margaery can use directly, but the ability to change everything in the world into any other item. In fact, it can be regarded as A kind of knowledge, the first thing she did was to straighten out her thoughts, otherwise she would have to suffer the same fate as Hermione.
Esther looked at Hermione lying on the beach chair, sighed, climbed out of the swimming pool, walked behind her, pressed her knee between her shoulder blades, and held her two breasts with both hands. The hand started to pull back.
"Oh...god, Esther, are you finally going to kill me?" Hermione felt a little pain due to excessive force, so she yelled and complained.
Aster said a little angrily: "If I want to kill you, you won't even notice it. You don't have to use this method... don't use force, just follow my strength and pull up."
"What are you doing?" Margaery took a look and asked curiously.
"Hermione's posture is not good when she is reading. She always likes to pull her shoulders inward and stretch her neck forward. It looks very unsightly, so I pulled her."
Margaery shook her head: "You can do whatever you want, I'll go back and take the clothes to the tea house."
"Don't be too late, it's time to have dinner."
She waved her hand behind her and walked into the corridor.