Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 12: The laws of physics are crying

Kewen immediately turned his head to look, but he didn't want to turn his head halfway, a three-story bus with a purple body suddenly stopped in front of him and Ollivander with a bang. .

"Fuck!" He was taken aback, and Kewen said a hometown dialect in a conditioned reflex.

"What?" Ollivander asked as he put away his wand.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that it suddenly..." Cowen said, patting his chest in shock.

Ollivander smiled in front of Kewen for the first time when he heard the words, although it was only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay kid, get on the bus with me first." Ollivander greeted and stepped onto the bus.

Kewen raised his head and looked at the bus carefully, then he opened his short legs and followed quickly.

The inside and outside of the car seem to be two worlds. You can't hear anything outside, but as soon as you get in the car, your ears are filled with all kinds of greetings.

The driver, as well as the three passengers on the first floor, were greeting Ollivander with surprise. And Ollivander also had a gentle smile on his face, and responded politely one by one, and casually stated the material of the other party's wand and the purchase time, and quietly revealed some compliments and praises in his words, which made the car inside Several people were in a good mood.

'This old man has something...' Kewen thought to himself.

"Mr. Ollivander, who is this?" The driver, who seemed to have forgotten his duty, still did not close the door to start the bus, but turned his attention to Kewen. Eyes were drawn.

Ollivander heard the words, the smile on his face restrained a little, and said calmly: "He is Cowen Quinn. For some reasons, he is temporarily adopted by me..."

"Merlin's beard!" A sorcerer with messy hair and bloated clothes exclaimed, and then looked at Kewen with envious eyes, and said with a flattering smile: "What a scumbag. Merlin's favored child."

"Yeah yeah..."

"Oh, this kid is really handsome."

"Yes, it is rare to see foreign children who meet our aesthetics."

“…”

All kinds of praise filled Kewen's ears, making him not sure what to do, but, in short, just smile and be a little shy...

After a while, the bus driver remembered his duty and started the bus. And Ollivander and the three passengers also ended up complimenting each other and started laughing about some gossip.

Our little Kewen sat on a bed with his feet dangling, holding the railing at the head of the bed with both hands, staring at the windshield of the bus in stunned eyes.

"Fuck!"

Two cars approached side by side, but at the moment when Cowen thought the accident was about to happen, the bus suddenly shrank in width and passed between the two cars on the opposite side.

"Fuck!"

What the **** is a ninety-degree turn at 200 miles without drift! Small spaceships in virtual games can't have this effect! Inertia! The laws of physics are crying!

Kewen didn't know how he sat down on this bus. All he could think about was a rapid left turn, a right turn, an emergency stop, and a sudden start.

When I returned to my senses, I was already standing on the ground, and the memory of getting off the bus was covered by various unscientific operations of the bus.

"Slow down?" Ollivander's voice sounded, with a hint of a smile in his tone: "It seems that you are somewhat inconsistent with this kind of movement, personal suggestion, when you learn to fly broomsticks in the future Be careful, it may take a long time to develop your talent in this area."

"Uh... I'm just... this is the first time..." Kewen's thinking was still a little erratic, so some words didn't make sense.

"It doesn't matter, you may get used to it faster by sitting a few more times in the future." Ollivander gave advice, and then asked curiously: "Speaking of which, what you said about the 'fuck' along the way... Is that the pronunciation? What does the word mean?"

Kewen finally recovered after hearing the words, but his facial muscles froze slightly, but in the face of Ollivander's curious expression, he could only bite the bullet and reply: "This is... my hometown. One of the dialects, when surprised or exclaimed..."

"Oh~ I see." Ollivander looked stunned: "It's like Muggles say 'My God', but we in the wizarding world generally say 'Merlin's beard', or 'Merlin's hat, Of course, there are many people who are used to saying goodness, only GOD has nothing to do with us.”

"Uh...Merlin's panties?" Cowan tried to make a little joke.

Ollivander was stunned when he heard the words, then raised his head and laughed, raised his hand to touch Kewen's small head and said, "Of course, but this word can only be used between friends, and it seems to be in a formal conversation. A little frivolous and uncultured."

Olivander obviously has no interest in continuing to preach. The laugh just now is rare, after all, he has just been involved in a troublesome incident.

"Okay boy, let's go in." Ollivander raised his finger and pointed at the door in front of the two of them: "Oh yes, maybe you should remember the location here, this is the Muggle world and Diagon Alley. The meeting point~IndoMTL.com~ will basically pass through here in the future.”

When Kewen heard the words, he immediately looked around, remembering the environment.

After a while, seeing Kewen no longer looking around, Ollivander stepped forward, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the 'Broken Cauldron' in front of him.

The old slate brick floor is uneven and uneven. The mottled walls of the stone skin correspond to the red bricks that are about to lose their color. At a glance, the word 'distressed house' will pop up in one's mind.

A simple iron chain ring chandelier with a few oil lamps on it. The dim light barely illuminates a five-meter radius. Therefore, it can be seen that many candlesticks have been added to the walls of the tavern, which barely makes the entire tavern feel Shrouded in a hazy, dim light.

The wooden round and long tables that are completely soaked in oil make people have no idea of ​​sitting there, for fear that the oil stains on the tables and chairs will soak the clothes.

Of course, this is only Cowen's own opinion, and the wizards of all kinds in the bar obviously don't care, occupying most of the seats in the bar.

Taking a quick look around, Kewen couldn't help but have a headache when he saw the wizards who looked sloppy no matter what they were wearing.

I'm used to martial arts, and I'm used to the blood and fire in virtual games, but being dirty is one thing, being sloppy is another... not bad!

As if the scene of the knight bus reappears, Ollivander is obviously very well-known in the magical world, and he is greeted by all kinds of wizards along the way.

Ollivander is also like on the bus. Whenever he asks who Kewen is, he will tell the other party that Kewen's 'adopted son' status.

In this way, Kewen followed him all the way, and received innumerable praise and pity...