Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 173 On the Train

"is it him?"

"It's him……"

"Those flavors are unique..."

"You can't smell wrong, our plan has succeeded."

"That thing is making a deal with us to force us into...the system, then we will use every trick..."

"Shut up, he's alert..."

"Yes, be careful, this is our only chance..."

There are four mysterious things in the dark watching He Gang who is almost asleep. Their appearance is difficult to describe in words, but it will drive any human being who sees them into madness.

This characteristic...

Is it filth?
He Gang's eyes twitched.

He was going to sleep.

There is a feeling of being voyeurized that is close at hand and has been hovering around.

Look up and look around.

The sense of prying eyes suddenly disappeared.

The two chubby guys sitting opposite were still sound asleep, one of them had black chocolate sauce on his nose, and the other was holding "Hogwarts: A School History" in his arms.

Probably their snoring was a little too loud, and two cats who were almost as fat as them got out from under the chairs and crawled around in the box.

"Kids who come home for Christmas are going back to school."

He Gang shook his head.

He was originally on the Hogwarts Express, so it was not surprising to meet students.

no way.

He didn't know where Hogwarts was, and he was really planning to experience this express train, so he chose this way.

A little fat man seems to have woken up.

He noticed that He Gang was staring at the fatter orange cat.

"It's named Adil. It sleeps and eats all day long. It's useless. Alvin got an owl from Dad as a gift because he graduated, and it belongs to me."

The little fat man said to He Gang sleepily, he rubbed his eyes,
"Hello, sir, my name is Michele Girardi."

"Are you Muggle-born?"

He Gang was suddenly a little curious. He remembered that there was no such surname as Ghirardi in the pure-blood family.

The current Hogwarts should be governed by Death Eaters, Muggle-born wizards are not easy to mix, and most of them have dropped out of school and stayed at home.

The two chubby guys looked flushed, as if they were often tortured by Death Eaters.

"Actually, I'm of mixed race and my mother's last name is Abbott."

The little fat man pointed to the guy beside him,
"He's my brother, our cousin Hannah Abbott is the prefect of Gryffindor."

"Hannah Abbott..."

In He Gang's mind, there is a little blonde girl who is talking and talking, and the entire first half of Rowling's book portrays her as an unlovable freak.

but in fact……

He Gang pouted.

She is also strangely good-looking.

It seemed that seeing the little fat man was a little wary, He Gang comforted him and said:
"Okay, I'm not Voldemort's, you can speak freely."

"Sir, please don't..."

The little fat man is very afraid of this name.

He Gang waved his hand.

He thought the European wizarding world of the world was rather stupid.

The term "pure-blood" refers to a family or individual who has no Muggle blood.

This concept is generally associated with Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At that time, this concept was considered backward and evil.

Of course things changed later.

Like "Hogwarts: A School History" in the hands of the little fat man, it should have been written.

Wizarding perceptions underwent a change after the International Statute of Secrecy came into force in 1692, when wizarding communities voluntarily went into hiding from Muggle persecution.

These were dark times for wizards, and intermarriage with Muggles was at an all-time low, largely because of the fear that it would inevitably lead to exposure and therefore serious breaches of wizarding law.

Amid such turmoil, terror, and resentment, Purity began to gather believers.

A general rule is that those who support it are also those who most staunchly oppose the International Statute of Secrecy and advocate all-out war against Muggles.

This rule was valid before the advent of nuclear weapons.

Until after the Oak Collar.

Of course, since Muggle-wizard intermarriages have been normal for centuries, it's unlikely that those who boast of being pure-bloods have better wizarding ancestry than others.

Calling someone a pureblood is more accurately a statement of political or social leanings - "I will not marry a Muggle, I think Muggle-wizard marriages are reprehensible" rather than a biological fact .

From this point of view, the flag that Voldemort raised at the beginning is actually quite fragile.

So now, in fact, he has begun to acquiesce to those pure Muggle-born wizards to continue their studies at Hogwarts or join his organization.

It's just that those stupid Death Eaters still preach blood as usual.

Of course, it is also because of Voldemort's acquiescence that the two fat boys of mixed blood in front of me can sit safely in the car without being taken away by some inexplicable organization to do some mysterious side, A brutal living experiment.

The train had left London at this time, and was passing on the railway between the farmlands with herds of cattle and sheep.

The two people who were awake in the box also fell silent, looking carefully at the field outside the window.

He Gang is really thinking about things.

The little fat man was probably scared and embarrassed, and couldn't find anything to do.

"Have you considered returning to Muggle society for development in the future?"

He Gang suddenly asked.

The little fat man was a little surprised:
"Me? Uh... I don't have this idea for now."

"In fact, you can think about it. To be honest, in addition to making your life more convenient, your magic is becoming more and more outdated."

He Gang said,
"If you want to go back to Muggle society, you can try doing online e-commerce."

"what is that?"

"Uh……"

He Gang was a little speechless.

He remembered that it was only 1998, and this was England.

Fortunately, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the box at this time, and a salesperson with dimples on the corner of his mouth when he smiled pushed open the box and asked them:

"Gentlemen need some treats for the car?"

"no thank you."

He Gang waved his hand.

"I'd like some Chocolate Frogs, some Bibi's Multi-flavored Beans, and that, that..."

The other little fat man woke up just in time.

He was more active than anyone else, and took out a large handful of silver coins.

Speaking of which, He Gang doesn't have much currency in this world in his pocket.

After the salesperson left, the two chubby guys happily started eating with a bunch of snacks.

"I bet it's lemony... Shit, it's pepper!"

They are enjoying Bibi's multi-flavored beans.

He Gang cast a glance inadvertently.

His face changed suddenly.

Point to something that looks like chocolate and ask:
"Is this thing a chocolate frog?"

It was a wriggling, unidentified object made of chocolate, with at least dozens of tiny octopus-like tentacles scattered in the gray mist, and countless densely packed mouthparts the size of needlepoints growing on the round head.

"This is probably a defective product."

said a little fat man, and grabbed the piece of chocolate and threw it into his mouth.

But the moment this thing was imported, He Gang clearly heard a slight and intensive chewing sound and... howling.

(End of this chapter)