The atmosphere in London at the end of the 20th century was relatively peaceful. The long period of prosperity in the Western world had allowed the city to enter a golden age. It had begun to reveal the aura of the Virgin Mary of the 21st century. This could be said to be the best era in the West. At the same time, the people of China were still working hard to create a better life, but the people of London could already sit down and enjoy the legacy of the British Empire.
And the preferential treatment and benefits that the Soviet people had fought for with their blood and lives.
Fifty years before them, before the Second World War, the greedy capitalists monopolized the majority of the benefits of the colonial world. They even wanted to take away the last penny of the workers and the lower class. After them, the financial crisis and the wave of refugees impacted the values of multiculturalism. The common values established by the Western civilization were on the verge of collapse.
This was the best era in the United Kingdom. On a common cloudy day in London, Chen Ang held a black umbrella and walked in the mist. He stretched out his hand to hail a taxi. The taxi stopped on the right side of Chen Ang. He closed the umbrella and got into the car. In English with a slight foreign accent, he said, "To London's Westminster, Charing Cross Road!"
The driver was not surprised by Chen Ang's Asian face. He did not do the stupid things that the British did 60 years ago. In the mummy world, the Londoners who had strong colonialist sentiments at that time had made an incorrect statement about Chen Ang. What happened next was very natural. After Imoden resurrected, he almost massacred the entire London. It was hard to say what role Chen Ang played in it.
Charing Cross Road was famous for its antique shops and ancient bookstores. It was a popular place for British tourists. Of course, for Chen Ang, it was more famous for the Leaky Cauldron Bar on this street. It was the entrance to the most famous street in the British magic world — Diagon Alley. It was located behind the brick wall in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron.
When Chen Ang walked into this shabby bar, the owner of the bar was a bald and toothless old man named Tom. Fortunately, he had the same name as the famous Voldemort in the magic world, although he might not think so.
Tom sat behind the bar, wiping glasses. When he saw Chen Ang come in, he stared at him with his definitely not friendly eyes.
"You're a new face!"
Chen Ang knew that the world of magic in England was a closed system. As the gatekeeper of Diagon Alley, Chen Ang probably knew everyone. An Asian face like Chen Ang was naturally very eye-catching. Besides, he was assigned to this place. Chen Ang did not believe that he did not have other tasks, such as keeping an eye on strangers entering and leaving Diagon Alley.
With a friendly smile, Chen Ang whispered, "Perhaps it's because I'm a foreigner!"
"Haha!" The bar owner, Tom, laughed out loud. "Yes. Wizards from other countries come to Britain to have a look at Diagon Alley. However, most of them are from Europe. As for the wizards from the East … I haven't seen them in a while."
"Well then," said Tom, looking up, "does the stranger know how to open the door?"
"En!" Chen Ang thought for a while and pretended to be a normal person. "Above the bin … Counting three pieces upwards … and then two horizontally?"
After bidding farewell to Tom, who no longer had any objections, Chen Ang glanced at the bar's dining hall. There were a few wizards sitting there reading Today's Transfiguration magazine. In the corner, there was a witch who ate raw liver. Her face was greasy, and her teeth were sharp. There was also a wizard who looked crazy, laughing maniacally.
From the looks of it, the world of magic was not a place for good people. Wizards were not ordinary people who knew magic. In fact, in the eyes of Muggles, most of them were crazy and eccentric. However, Chen Ang did not care, because they were not as crazy as he was.
What was a witch who ate raw liver? When Chen Ang was doing human experiments, he would take time out to perform experiments while cutting. In the eyes of others, he was probably even more crazy!
"This place makes me feel like a fish in water. There's a sense of familiarity." Chen Ang chuckled. He used the black umbrella to tap on one of the bricks three times. Although he did not have a magic wand, as an eight-elemental grand arcanist, even if it was an unfamiliar magic system, it was still a piece of cake for him to trigger a magic trigger.
As the brick wall trembled and moved, a small hole began to appear in that place, and then it grew bigger and bigger. In front of Chen Ang, a dark archway appeared, and the archway led to a small cobblestone street.
As Chen Ang stepped into the opposite alley, the archway gradually disappeared behind him, and he began to hear the smell of the marketplace. This was a simple street, and the shops on both sides of the street had the style of a few centuries ago. There were people selling crucibles, magic potions, food, and wizards coming and going. It was very lively. Chen Ang was going to buy some things here in preparation for his next plan.
But first he had to go to the Fairy's bank, Gringotts, and exchange pounds for some gold coins.
Gringotts was located in the middle of the opposite alley, near the intersection with Knockback Alley. It was a tall white marble building. From the front of the bronze gate, and up the white marble stairs, one could see the famous poem on the silver gate:
Please enter, stranger, but beware,
What is the outcome of insatiable greed,
Blindly demanding, reaping without sowing,
Will receive the most severe punishment,
Therefore, if you want to take from our underground vault,
A fortune that never belonged to you,
Thief, you have been warned,
Beware that it is not treasure, but evil retribution.
"The magic of the Fairy … …" Chen Ang read these words that were enchanted with mysterious magic, feeling the extraordinary power contained within. These few simple lines of poetry were much more sophisticated than the magic at the entrance of the opposite alley. Chen Ang could read the complex magic aura within, "There are traces of the school of prophecy … … The power of fate, the magic of curses. This is the most secretive curse of fate … … "
"Borrowing the power of the contract, anyone who enters from this door will sign a contract with Gringotts. Anyone who tries to take away treasures that don't belong to them will receive evil retribution … … The curse of retribution here is more complicated. On one hand, there are traces of prophecy magic, which can allow the Fairy to divine the cursed. Apart from that, there are also some curses and misfortune that will be cast on the cursed. But the most complicated part is the power of fate behind these curses."
Chen Ang carefully dissected that trace of magic aura. With a wave of his hand, he stopped the curse from extracting his real name. It wasn't that Chen Ang wanted to steal anything from Gringotts, but he didn't want to cause any trouble.
If he allowed this curse to extract his real name, Chen Ang was confident that it wouldn't succeed. But that would trigger some alarms that Chen Ang didn't want to see. If it succeeded, then that would be a huge problem. In mysticism, a person's name was magical, it was the brand of a life's existence. And Chen Ang's name contained unimaginable danger.
This was a terrifying concept that spanned across countless universes.
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