Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 The Boy Who Lived Under the Bridge

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Feeling the sound of iron four-wheeled vehicles rolling over the road above his head, Moonscarlet slowly opened his eyes.

"It's back again."

After letting out a sigh that was not sure whether it was disappointment or joy, Moon turned to look at the second-hand alarm clock he had just picked up from the trash can that day.

There are only two hands on the blue alarm clock, and the longest one has just passed three small squares.

"Seven days in Xilin Town, only three minutes passed here."

That's right, this is not Moon's original world, because there is only one moon in the night sky here.

In Xilin, the red moon and the white moon always appear alternately, and every once in a while there is even a spectacle of two moons in the sky.

The old people in the town said that the appearance of the double moons meant that the devil had opened his eyes, so every time this happened, the monastery in the town would sound the alarm.

Moon was also pulled into this strange world on the night when the double moons appeared last time.

Moon lifted the blanket he got from the relief center, sat up and knocked his leather boots on the ground. Sure enough, a spider ran out from inside.

After watching the spider crawl back into the crack in the wall, Moon put on his shoes and stepped onto the stone floor.

This feeling of being able to touch the ground is very good.

Because this can alleviate the sense of unreality caused by his cross-world expedition every seven days.

Deng Deng~
He stomped his feet twice on the ground, and two chirping sounds came from the fist-sized stone hole in the wall, as if reminding Moon not to disturb its sleep.

"Sorry, Bong-Bong."

Hearing the voice of a familiar friend, Moon knew that this was the new world called London.

Two months ago, Moon, who had just arrived, was very confused and helpless.

He couldn't speak the local dialect, had never seen a four-wheeled iron cart that could run without a horse, just by farting, nor had he seen a building as tall as four or five Xilin Monasteries, or a big iron bird that could fly in the sky and keep buzzing.
It was very difficult to adapt to all this, but at that time, solving the problem of eating was the most important thing.

For the whole day, Moon wandered around following the people on the street. Perhaps it was because the wool felt jacket he was wearing was very beautiful, Moon thought so. Anyway, people around him looked at him curiously.

He was lucky, as in the evening of that day, a neatly dressed man brought him some food.

A bowl of thick porridge made from an unknown grain and a piece of soft bread.

Moon swore that this was the best bread he had ever eaten, not only because he had been hungry all day, but also because he had never eaten such soft bread.

In Xilin, he ate the best bread, which was so hard that it could be used as a hammer to nail wood boards.

This black bread can be kept for several months. When eating, it needs to be cut into thin slices as wide as a finger with a toothed saw, and then baked over a fire or soaked in goat's milk to be delicious.

Perhaps because he was very hungry, Moon took five pieces of bread and two bowls of porridge from the man. These foods were the first warmth Moon felt when he came to this strange world.

That night, Moon spent his first night here on a bench in an aristocratic-style garden.

However, beautiful things are always short-lived and fleeting.

When Moon went to the place where he could get food again the next day, he found that the person who gave him food yesterday had called two men in uniform, and they pointed at him from time to time while Moon was eating.

Seeing two men in uniform approaching him, Moon ran away.

With the quick reflexes he had learned from chasing hazel grouse in the hazelnut forest, Moon quickly escaped the pursuit of the two adults.

He didn't know how the world would treat an eleven-year-old boy, but whether it was a poorhouse without freedom or being captured and sent to the battlefield to serve as a soldier, neither was a good option for him.

Find food, clothes, and shelter
Moon spent his first seven days in London in a constant cycle of these three things.

Seven days later he returned to Xilin. He told no one about this miraculous event because he had no friends with whom he could confide.

He just regarded these seven days as a strange dream journey, and he thought that this would be the end of it.

But he came back seven days later.
Now, more than two months had passed, and Moon had become familiar with this strange world of London.

No, yesterday, that’s not right, it was seven days ago that he learned that this world was called Britain.

Moon learned some local dialects in order to survive better.

Moon learned the dialect the fastest, especially those related to currency. He knew that people here used two kinds of coins to buy small items: pence and pounds.

As for those blue, orange, purple and red banknotes, he had only seen them from afar but had never received them.

After all, you don’t need banknotes to buy animal wood carvings.

That's right, selling all kinds of animal wooden carvings is how Moon makes a living in the British world.

In Xilin Town, he was responsible for looking after a 100-acre hazelnut forest. He had a lot of free time, so he learned wood carving from Uncle Neil.

Now his carvings of red squirrels, hazel grouse and hummingbirds are better than Uncle Neil's, because these animals are frequent visitors who steal food in the hazelnut forest.

Of course now there are elephants, rhinos, alpacas, and penguins.
These are the animals Moon saw at British World.

People in the British world are very strange. They keep animals in captivity not to make them work or eat meat, but just for viewing.

They call the place where these animals live a zoo, and ordinary people have to pay to go in.

Moon's current work is inspired by the zoo, and he sells it right at the zoo entrance.

This is a great place to do business, and it took him three days to find this treasure land.

At first, he sold the goods on the bridge where he lived, but there were not many pedestrians passing by on the bridge, and most of them were adults driving.

Later he moved his stall to the street, and then he came to the entrance of the zoo.

There are a lot of children here, and he can sell about ten wood carvings every day.

Of course, it’s not that Moon doesn’t want to sell more, but he can’t keep up with the carving speed.

He would find time to carve while setting up his stall during the day, and only sleep six hours at night, so he could only carve five little penguins a day.

As for the rest, they were all carved after he returned to Xilin.

This may be the best reward after coming to a strange world: Moon can bring things from Xilin Town to the British world.

However, he was unable to bring the thing back to Xilin, even if he kept holding it in his hand.

But this is not bad either. Moon now has seven more days than others.

Looking out from the narrow hole in the bridge, a ray of light appeared on the horizon. The night had quietly slipped away, and it was time for Moon to set off.

Today he must go and see what a monkey's nose looks like so that he can have one more subject for his sculpture.

As for why he had to go out so early in the morning, it was because London Zoo only offered free admission to children under the age of three. At this time, he could sneak in through the back door when the garbage truck left.

"Bengbeng, I'm leaving. Remember to keep an eye on our money."

"Ha!"

(bouncing)
The only answer he got was a clear cry coming from the hole in the wall, but Moon knew it was the other party trying to reassure him.

Bengbeng is a black-haired, long-nosed beast. He is the first friend Moon made when he came to this world.

At that time, it was surrounded by four or five big black dogs in a corner. Moon saved it by using a slingshot to drive away the big black dogs, and then it became dependent on Moon.

Moon didn't refuse either. It just so happened that he also needed someone to talk to, even if that person was a beast that looked like a mouse.

As for the origin of the name "Bengbeng", it was given to it later by Moon.

He found that whenever Bengbeng got something shiny, he would jump around happily, and his little paws were like springs, so he got this name.

He bent down and crawled out of the bridge hole, took out the bag containing the wood carvings, dragged a tattered door panel over to cover the hole, and then Moon clapped his hands and left.

The zoo is very close to Regent Bridge, just across a park.

There were few pedestrians on the road at this time, but the ground was wet. It seemed that it had rained a little last night.

He arrived at the back door of the zoo in advance, hid behind the stone pillar at the entrance, and took advantage of the time when the garbage truck left to slip in easily.

However, after entering the park, he did not go to see the monkeys first, but went to a hidden white house.

This is the zoo's staff cafeteria, where Moon has been eating breakfast for over a month.

After washing his hands and picking up a clean white plate, Moon began to choose his breakfast for today.

There are relatively few people eating at this time. Most of the keepers take care of the animals early in the morning. There are also a few children in the queue, so Moon is not very conspicuous.

Moon was already familiar with the food in the staff cafeteria. Since today was Monday, there should be fried sausages.

First get an omelette, cheese toast, a glass of juice, and then go to the person in charge of frying sausages.

Moon gave what he thought was the most innocent smile and thanked the other party, and then he was given two more pieces.

"Whose child is this? Amy, so polite."

"Oh, maybe Winnie from the penguin house. You know she's not doing well. Just look at the way she's dressed."

Ignoring the conversation between the fat chef and the soup lady next to him, Moon had already started enjoying his delicious breakfast.

After having breakfast and washing up quickly, Moon came to Monkey Mountain. He had a very good memory and he had carved out a monkey template after just a few glances.

After the carving was completed, a few guests began to appear in the zoo.

"Pu~"

Blowing away the sawdust and taking a satisfied look at his new creation, he quickly ran towards the zoo entrance.

"How much is the little monkey?"

"Fifty pence, ma'am."

The sun had already set in the west, and Moon's stall was much emptier.

He sold 12 wood sculptures today. Everything went very smoothly. There were a lot of children, no emergencies in the zoo, and no animals ran out to scare his customers.

Moon remembers it very clearly. On the 23rd of last month, a python escaped from the zoo. A customer ran away with his alpaca wood sculpture without paying. It was also on that day that he discovered another of his own kind.

A well-mannered little boy wearing glasses.

Like Moon, he had a blank frame on his head.

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This is the mark of a spellcaster. Moon originally thought that he was the only one who had it, but after seeing the spellcaster from the Federal Military Academy in Xilin, he knew that he was not the only one.

At that time, there were two long horizontal lines in the frame above the man's head.

During the conversation between the Xilin Town administrator and the other party, Moon learned that the other party was here to test the qualifications of all children of school age.

That was also the day Moon wanted to escape from Xilin completely.

The test was divided into two parts, and more than 500 children were selected. Moon and another girl entered the second round, but he was eliminated in the end.

[Those who can sense magic but cannot cast it are the worst kind of spellcasters and do not need to be trained.]

"Half-baked psychic"

This is the comment given to Moon by the caster.

I don’t know who spread this title, but Moon became completely famous in Xilin, and later people even called him a “half-baked”.

He didn't know whether these people were jealous or regretful. Anyway, Moon was not used to this title. He hid in York Farm and guarded the hazelnut forest alone, so that he could have some peace and quiet.

However, Moon was not reconciled, especially when he knew that he had missed the opportunity to study magic at the Federal Military Academy.

Who doesn’t yearn to be a magician!
The most mysterious combat force of the Federation, the most brutal killing tool of the Mad King of the Empire, and the messenger of justice of the Church.
These have nothing to do with Moon anymore.
On the day the python escaped, Moon gave a carved knight's sword to his own kind, hoping that they would cheer up.

When the little boy was thanking him, he noticed that the other person had a lightning-like scar on his head, which was very eye-catching.

After selling the last little monkey, Moon packed up and prepared to go back.

He has to take care of his own dinner and bring snacks for Bongbong once a week. This has become a routine.

Passing by a bakery, Moon bought a bag of the cheapest sliced ​​bread and a bottle of water for 48 pence.

Then I bought a 100g bag of dried mealworms at a pet supply store for £1.

Walking back while eating bread, Moon felt that everything was moving in a good direction. With his carving skills, he finally had the capital to survive in this strange world.

Even if there is no magic here that he longs for.

But changes sometimes come unexpectedly.

When Moon returned to the Regent Bridge archway, he found a tabby cat blocking the entrance.

A tabby cat with five stripes on its head
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　Ask for the follow-up reading, monthly ticket and recommendation ticket from the little wizard
　　
　
(End of this chapter)