Jon and Béla took an old-fashioned tourist train.
There was a black locomotive, and the exquisite decorations and furnishings in the carriage gave Chown the illusion that he had transmigrated into the movie world of the Murder on the Orient Express. The whole train was filled with the rich nostalgia of the olden days. It was indeed the best choice for a tourist train.
In the waiting room, Béla tasted a small cake in her hand and looked at Jon who was flipping through the travel brochure with disdain.
"It's not like you haven't been here before. What's the point of reading it?"
Jon certainly knew that he had been here before. When he was a child, he often traveled with his parents everywhere. They also took this kind of short-distance tourist train. The speed was not fast, but they could enjoy the scenery along the way.
The only problem was that the speed was slow. The two-hour journey directly doubled, and it was boring to wait for the train.
"Because it's really boring."
Jon looked at his watch. The time shown on it was already past the original departure time of the train, "Who would have thought that this train would be late?"
"Isn't it normal for the train to be late? It's not like all the trains are the school express. "
Béla said calmly while eating a small cake, "It's just that the train is late. Maybe it's because there's something wrong with the train that needs to be repaired, or there's an accident. The world is so big, there are always some things that people don't want to happen."
"This sentence sounds familiar."
Jon rubbed his eyebrows, closed the travel brochure in his hand, and said lightly, "To be honest, can you read less Lohat's books in the future? At least, read less of those adventure quotes that want to see the world in chaos?"
Béla snorted.
As the son of a VIP customer, Jon took the customer certificate sent by his mother and led Béla to the luxury waiting room to wait for the train to depart. Corresponding to this certificate was an almost empty waiting room with unlimited desserts and drinks.
There were even a few plates of spaghetti.
But it was too late to eat now. Jon looked at the train station staff who were opening the door of the waiting room, turned around, picked up his suitcase, and followed Béla out of the waiting room.
There was no "luxury carriage" on the train.
The seats that could fit four people could only fit two people, so there were not many seats in a carriage.
After Jon and Béla sat down, a passenger sat opposite them.
It was a young woman.
Naturally, there would be fruits and drinks prepared in advance on the train. There was enough food for six people on each table.
Of course, most of the passengers didn't eat these things.
…
Until the train started, the carriage where Jon was in was not full.
There were people in every row of seats, but there were only one or two people who were scattered around the perimeter.
Jon's carriage had the most people.
The woman sitting opposite looked about twenty years old. Because the seat was reserved, Jon couldn't take Béla to sit elsewhere. If he did, it would be too obvious and impolite.
But it was too awkward to sit like this.
With such a person here, Jon couldn't chat with Béla.
Especially when the woman opposite him kept looking at him and Béla.
Don't tell me … we met a bad guy?
Jon gently touched Béla, indicating that his cousin should be more vigilant. The woman opposite him said softly,
"Jon Smith?"
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Jon looked up and met the blonde woman's blue eyes. The two sides looked at each other for a moment, but Jon still couldn't remember who she was.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Béla asked nervously. She could see that her brother didn't know this person, so she naturally had to take on the responsibility of being an older sister.
But the blonde woman's eyes were as gentle as sapphires, with a natural gentleness and kindness, so Béla couldn't think of this woman as a bad person.
"You don't have to be nervous, I'm not a bad person."
The blonde woman smiled and said slowly, "I used to be colleagues with Jon's mother, Mrs. Smith. I saw little Jon the year before last, but unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have any impression of me … Speaking of which, isn't your school on holiday for a few days? Why are you back in London now? "
Béla glanced at Jon, who was still unable to extricate himself from his memories, and had to bite the bullet and say, "We … had something to do in Manchester, so we came back to London today."
She nodded slightly and smiled gently. "Hello, I'm Jon's cousin, Bella. Lyn Smith is my aunt." She nodded slightly and put on the demeanor of a well-trained noble lady.
"Hello, I'm Joanne."
The blonde woman named Joanne reached out and shook Béla's hand, then let go.
The two of them took a sip of the milk tea in front of them at the same time.
It was really awkward.
They were strangers, but they had to act like they knew each other. It was indeed a difficult thing.
Fortunately, Jon quickly remembered who the person in front of him was.
The year before he entered school, in the summer of 1989, his mother took him on a tour in Britain, and on the way back, they met this "Joanne" on the train.
The only problem was that the meeting between them and this "Joanne" was not a coincidence, but something planned in advance. Jon remembered that this "Joanne" gave something to his mother at that time.
But colleagues?
Jon did not think so. He knew his mother's social activities were limited to the Ministry of Magic, and she did not have any professional experience in the Muggle society. If she was a colleague, she should be a colleague of the Ministry of Magic.
But it was obvious — Jon twisted the ring and took out his glasses — this "Joanne" did not have a trace of magic around her.
"I do remember you, but I don't remember … Are you and my mother's colleagues? My mother always doesn't go to work in the Ministry, and I don't know who her colleagues are. "
"Not that colleague, it's just that we used to work together. You can see that I'm actually not … the same kind of person as you."
Joanne took out a clip from her small bag, took out a card from the few cards in it, and handed it to Jon.
Jon took the card, flipped it back and forth, and then softly read the content on it:
"MI0 — Special Investigator?"
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