A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

In the Chinese language classroom.

Charlie was sweating coldly, trying to shift his attention to the words and sentences in the textbook.

The teacher behind the podium is an old man wearing a black woolen vest and a white shirt, explaining Shakespeare's works in an elegant Hamptons accent.

"Can I compare you to a summer day? You are more gentle and lovely. The storm blows away the delicate buds of May, and the time that summer is willing to rent is too short..."

Mr. Brown said in a gentle tone that this beautiful love poem only made Charlie feel numb at the moment.

Someone was staring at him from behind... The guy was sitting on the upper right side behind him, but this person changed from Miss Hermani to Mende.

Charlie's neck was stiff and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Hermani was paying attention to the class, while Mende seemed to have noticed him and smiled and waved hello quietly.

Charlie turned back and covered his face.

Come on, it's just my first day of school...

The Chinese class ended in a blink of an eye, and Charlie, who was troubled by these two people, didn't even listen to much.

"Next section, next section..."

The two people behind were still staring at him, and Charlie could only pretend that he couldn't see them. He silently opened his backpack and took out his class schedule to take a look.

Then he was startled.

Ah... gym class.

……

The heavy coats adapted from the Ulster style were certainly not suitable for sports, and students were required to change into sportswear before physical education classes.

Charlie patted his clothes and walked out of the dressing room.

He just thought that Mende and Hermani would block him at the door of the locker room, but they didn't seem to have that intention.

It just so happened that I just wanted to live a peaceful school life. My husband said that entering the wizarding world or showing off witchcraft would do no good to me. It was best to hide it if possible.

Let’s take a look at the physical education classes in the distance first...

There are no compulsory subjects such as 810km in the physical education class of Haake Middle School. Students can choose based on their own hobbies.

Rugby is naturally the most popular sport, but Charlie, who is 1.41 meters tall, only finds it boring. There is nothing interesting about a group of tough men rushing around on the grass.

He doesn't care much about basketball, so the only other options available are tennis, baseball, track and field, and the like.

Why isn't there chess? Chess should be relegated to physical education classes, right... He walked along the edge of the sports field, kicking a stone while thinking of other things.

The 30 Philippine dollars that I earned before was all spent when I was hospitalized, and my mother made up a lot more. Since their father did not leave any inheritance, they would naturally not receive compensation. The only good thing is that under Mr. Li's operation, the gambling debts owed by his father during his lifetime were wiped out, but the family fell into abject poverty again. If this continues, their family will not be able to pay for food.

Mr. Li did not mention this matter later, and Charlie was unwilling to say it. This was an unspoken consensus between the two of them.

Charlie has to rely on his own strength to solve this matter.

But I have to go to school and can no longer work as before, and relying on my mother alone... is not enough.

he thought thoughtfully.

As a student and a child... he has too little capital at his disposal, and many ways of making money, such as investment, are unrealistic.

Selling stuff outside of events? But what can he sell? Ordinary handicrafts cannot be sold for much money, and it will take a lot of time to study. He is not a kid who runs a flea market just to experience life. He needs tangible profits.

Wait... Charlie had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of something.

There seems to be a way... Although you need to rely on Mr., this is a way that can benefit both of them!

Charlie raised his head, his depressed mood swept away, and he decided what to do.

But at this time, he suddenly heard someone shouting his name loudly.

who? Charlie turned his head and looked over, and was immediately startled.

A baseball is spinning, drawing a straight line in mid-air, accelerating and flying towards you!

Charlie had no time to dodge, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the faint blue light that night lit up from his hand again.

But just when the baseball was about to hit him, it suddenly stopped strangely, right in front of his eyes, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand in an instant.

And Charlie also noticed something was wrong. He opened his eyes carefully and saw this scene immediately.

Is this... witchcraft?

He raised his head in surprise. Are there other wizards in this class besides himself?

But he soon realized that if anyone was more abnormal, it would be...

Charlie looked over angrily, and sure enough, Mende and Hermani walked towards him.

"Mende, it's dangerous for you to do this. What if I didn't stop the ball?" the brown-haired girl said angrily.

"I trust you very much." The former scratched his head and smiled.

"So... what are you doing?" Charlie asked with a frown.

"Ah, it's nothing, I'm just a little curious." Mende smiled slightly and turned to look over.

"You also know that kind of...'magic' just like us, right?"

……

Levi once again pushed open the door of the gun store. It was far away from the fire and explosion, and it was rare that it was not affected.

The walnut-decorated store door was still elegant. After pushing it open, he smelled the smell of cigars.

The mustachioed Ionian boss is still sitting behind the counter, but this time they are much more familiar with each other.

"Good morning." The boss said, taking a puff of his cigar and pushing over a small wooden box.

"Haha, a little hobby. The cigars from Crocodile Island have a rich smoky and milky aroma. Do you want one?"

"No, I don't smoke." Levi smiled and shook his head.

"Really, it's a very healthy habit...but I regard nicotine as life." The boss smiled and put it away, nodding and asked.

"What do you want today?"

"A lot of bullets, and...I want to shoot more guns, preferably with more powerful firepower."

Levi walked to the counter and took off his hat.

The task of buying ingredients for the evening was given to Reese. Levi planned to buy some guns first, then go to the shooting range to practice, and then bring Martha back.

Since entering St. Francis, Levi has fought more and more often, obviously more frequently than before, and the enemies he faces are also more powerful.

Now he urgently needs to improve his own strength, and with enough space, stuffing more and stronger firepower inside is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Your Webley is already strong enough. With more firepower, do you want a submachine gun?"

"It would be great if there is nature."

The gun shop owner smiled and shook his head.

"These automatic weapons are controlled items, especially submachine guns, and there are not many of them in the United States."

"Even if my family has one, it is unlikely to sell it to you... But we can consider machine guns. We have a batch of brand-new Maxims, but those things are too heavy. How can you carry them?"

He said and looked over, but then he saw Levi's eyes that didn't seem to be joking.

"Wait, you really want to buy it?"

Sorry, I forgot to give a title!