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Can you let me through?
My train is leaving soon."
Leon and his friend came to their senses and squeezed left and right, creating a gap for the old man to pass through without having to turn sideways in the crowd that was almost squeezed to the ground.
I felt emotional in my heart, what a die-hard fan is, this is it!
Look, it's not just superficial behavior like COS costumes.
The tone and expression were as if he were a wizard from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who was in a hurry to catch the train.
"Hey, Leon." After the old man passed, the two of them squeezed side by side again. The friend said with a somewhat discouraged tone, "I think we can no longer call ourselves loyal fans of Harry Potter."
"Compared to this old gentleman, we look like stupid Muggles."
"That's right." Leon was in a bad mood. "We don't understand at all... Oh, my God, what is that old man going to do?"
The friend followed his gaze and saw that the old man was standing at the end of the line waiting to hit the wall.
"Hey, sir!" They hurried over to the old man, "We really admire your love for Harry Potter.
But please consider your own physical condition.
You won’t be able to bear such a collision.”
They held the old man's arms on both sides and tried to help him out of the team, but they found it strange that they could not pull him out.
His hands gradually increased their strength, but the old man remained like a nail, firmly fixed in place.
"You two, since he doesn't care about his health, let him try, haha..."
There were boos from the crowd.
Leon turned around and saw a sloppy young man standing in front of the crowd, and yelled: "Idiot, show some respect to the old man!"
After cursing, he and his friends continued to try to pull the old man away. The old man smiled and raised his hand to gently brush their hands away:
"Young people, you are very good. If you are interested, you can submit an application to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I will interview you personally, but not now."
The old man raised his hand and pointed at the wall: "I'm going to be late."
Leon and his friends let go of their hands in shock. Oh my god, the movements were exactly the same as those of the Hogwarts wizards in the movie.
How much time did he spend practicing every move of the movie characters to imitate them so closely?
Even if you tell me that he is a real magician, I will never doubt it!
The two were so shocked by the scene that almost reproduced the atmosphere of the movie that they felt dizzy. When they came to their senses, the old man had already walked forward to the middle of the team.
There were more fans queuing up behind them, so they couldn't go over and make a fuss.
"Let's go over there." Leon pulled his friend to the right of the "station entrance", "Wait here. If he falls, we'll take him to the hospital immediately."
The friend nodded: “Don’t worry too much about Leon. Just now, the two of us couldn’t pull him. He must be in great shape.
As long as we act fast, we'll be fine."
Time passed slowly, and under the nervous gaze of the two people, the old man slowly moved forward in the team.
After about three minutes, the old man came to the front of the line.
He slowly approached the gray wall. Seeing this, Leon breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the old man knew what was going on and would only bump into the wall lightly.
"Gentlemen and ladies." The old man walked until he was only one step away from the wall, and suddenly turned around to greet the crowd.
When everyone's attention and mobile phone cameras were focused on him, he smiled with his wrinkled face:
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has finally survived its long closure period.
We will reopen the school gates that have been closed for a long time and recruit magic students again."
"I welcome everyone to apply, but unfortunately, not everyone can meet the admission standards of the college."
The magician's powerful and passionate speech successfully brought the audience into the story.
"Then, what are the standards?" Someone smiled at his companions and agreed.
"You will know after you submit your application." The old man smiled, "In addition, there is one thing you need to pay attention to.
The college does not solely rely on magical talent for admission, for example, that Muggle."
The old man raised his round wooden staff and pointed it at the young man who had been making trouble. "He has such low character. The door of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be closed to him forever."
All eyes were fixed on the young man, who shrugged nonchalantly: "Why are you looking at me?
Are you all idiots? Do you really believe what that old guy said? What kind of magic school is this?"
Most of the people here are Harry Potter fans, and his words obviously angered everyone.
The crowd was a little restless, and several strong men had rolled up their sleeves and were striding towards him.
The young man didn't care. He put his hands in his pockets, looking like he would lie down if you dare to hit me.
"Please stop, gentlemen." The old man stopped the impending conflict and turned to face the gray wall. "An ignorant Muggle, it's not worth getting angry at him."
The old man raised his feet and walked straight towards the wall. Leon and his friend subconsciously leaned towards him, ready to support him if he fell.
Here, the young man pouted, staring at the old man's back, and said in a bad tone: "Old man, be careful not to break your nose...?"
Watching the old man walk straight into the wall, his sarcastic tone paused for a moment, and he finally uttered the last word instinctively.
He wasn't the only one who saw this scene; the whole crowd was staring at it.
The scene that was noisy just now was now as quiet as a classroom where the head teacher had arrived.
"Pa——" Leon slapped his friend hard.
The force was so great that my friend covered his face and screamed, “What are you doing?”
"Does it hurt?"
"nonsense!"
"So, what I just saw wasn't an illusion?"
"Asshole! Can't you hit yourself?!"
The movements of the two people finally stirred up the stagnant air, and the crowd woke up. They rushed to the gray wall and banged on it.
"What was that just now?
He walked right in? Am I seeing things? "
"Hey man, unless these people here and my phone are all seeing things wrong."
The person who was speaking was staring at the video playing on his mobile phone screen, which showed an old man walking straight into a wall.
After watching it, he couldn't wait to upload the video to Lianben.com.
After a long time, the crazy people realized that the wall did not open an entrance for them, and they finally calmed down a little.
Someone who reacted quickly said, "Mr. Magician said the academy is recruiting magic students, but he didn't say where to submit the application!"
"Well, if that's the case..." The man looked at the young man who was making trouble with a dazed look on his face, "he has no chance to sign up."
Everyone was reminded and looked over together, some with mocking eyes, especially Leon, who made a big mocking face: "Muggle!
You'll never get into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
“No… No!” The young man’s dull eyes regained focus, and he shouted, pushing through the crowd and rushing to the gray wall, slapping the wall, “I know I was wrong, Mr. Magician,
I understand my mistake now!"
His attitude was very sincere, but unfortunately, his palms were torn and blood was all over the wall, and no one responded.
Instead, because his blood stained the wall, he was dragged aside and beaten on the ground by a few burly men who had just rolled up their sleeves.
He was beaten up, but he didn't care at all. He still tried to shout at the wall: "I was wrong, Mr. Magician! Please give me a chance to reflect on myself!"
Chapter 58 Whose Lucky Day Is It Today?
After leaving King's Cross Station, Zhang Mu found a hotel to stay in.
Thinking there was nothing to see, I stayed in the room until the next morning, when I dragged my suitcase out of the hotel.
Feiyingjiang's flight was at 1 p.m., and it was still early, so he just went into a roadside restaurant for breakfast.
After placing the order, I sat down at a table near the window, resting my chin on my hand, and stared out the window with some boredom.
In my heart, I was thinking about what weapons to buy after arriving in Moxico.
Before he could figure out what to say, his attention was attracted by the conversation between two men who were eating chicken wings in a seat not far away.
Scan with mental power.
"Did you watch yesterday's video?"
"The Facebook website went crazy, of course I saw it."
“How do you feel about the credibility?”
"God, you actually think that could be true?"
"But Geno, I collected those videos from different angles and studied them carefully overnight.
I didn't find any traces of human editing, or in other words, just from the fact that the video has multiple angles, I can rule out the possibility of software fraud, right?"
“Please, my dear Mr. Toby… this is clearly a mass scam.
I guess this group of crazy Harry Potter fans must have used equipment like holographic projection."
"What's their purpose?"
"It's just a prank. Seeing others arguing about the authenticity of the video content on Facebook, they must be very proud of themselves hiding behind their mobile phone screens."
"But I still feel that..."
"Okay, Toby, admit it, there is no magic in this world, and there is no Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's just a movie adapted from a novel.
Do you remember the two Chinese people who communicated with us a few years ago?
I spoke to them on the phone half a month ago.
Mr. Zhao and Ms. Yue told me that the departments they worked for were about to be disbanded. "