blogombal Chapter 16: As you can probably tell, I'm not actually a local.
Chapter 16: As you can probably tell, I'm not actually a local.
The Harry Potter World!
In the bedroom on the second floor of the bar at Charing Crossroads, Shen Yi held the vial of light blue liquid in his hand, stroked his chin, and wondered if he should find an unlucky guy to do the experiment first.
After all, the rules of the world are different. What if the T-virus mutates here?
Although even Alicia, who suffers from premature aging, was unaffected by the attack, the biological foundations of different worlds may differ. Consider the Mechanical Era world, which was originally just an ordinary world, but due to the existence of magic elements, humanity was nearly wiped out—although there was also an element of divine curse involved.
However, while he didn't want to experiment on himself, he also didn't want to be a Muggle for the rest of his life.
Even though he had transmigrated into the Harry Potter world, and even though he knew the Leaky Cauldron was less than 200 meters away, he just couldn't see it. That feeling of scratching his head tormented him for a long time.
"Looks like I'll have to find someone to try and help me."
Shen Yi sighed, put the vaccine in his pocket, and walked out of the bar.
A prison on the south bank of the Thames in London.
For ordinary people, getting into a prison, finding a prisoner about to be executed, and then persuading them to cooperate with their experiment is an almost impossible task.
But for someone who has mastered the art of soul transfer...
"Look at my eyes."
As usual, Shen Yi spoke softly to the prison guard.
The guard's eyes instantly became empty, he nodded mechanically, and stepped aside to make way.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Soul Transfer Technique. It doesn't require complex hypnotic suggestions or drug assistance; just brief eye contact and verbal guidance are enough to turn a person with a weak will into your puppet.
He walked unimpeded to the execution chamber, and through the glass, Shen Yi saw his "experimental subject".
He was a white man in his thirties with a buzz cut, several hideous scars on his face, and a sinister look in his eyes; he was clearly not a good person.
According to the information provided by the prison guard, this man is named Michael Watson, a serial killer who specifically targets homeless people. His methods are extremely cruel, and he is about to be executed by lethal injection.
Shen Yi certainly wouldn't be polite to this kind of guy. He ordered the execution medical staff to replace the potassium chloride with a T-virus enhanced vaccine and inject Watson with it.
Watson felt no fear in the face of death, because he believed he was carrying out God's plan to eliminate humanity. Only by completely eliminating those losers could the Great Power be made great again. God would bless me!
Sure enough, he only felt a slight warmth in his body, as if he were soaking in warm water, and even felt somewhat comfortable.
Watson's lips curled into a smirk, his smile growing increasingly arrogant—"I told you God would bless me."
Seeing that the other party was fine after the injection, Shen Yi decisively signaled the personnel to continue.
The staff seemed completely unaware of anything amiss. After waiting a while, without noticing that Watson hadn't lost consciousness, they began administering the second injection.
Watson was now in a difficult position. Although it was a death sentence, modern morality generally ensured that the prisoner wouldn't die too painfully, so the first injection of anesthesia was essential. The second injection would cause respiratory muscle paralysis and respiratory arrest, and the third injection would even cause cardiac arrest.
Shen Yi had no interest in how painful the other person's death was. After confirming that the surveillance cameras hadn't captured him, he left the prison nonchalantly and returned to his bar.
Now, he can safely get vaccinated...
The next day, Shen Yi locked the bar door and walked along the street for about five minutes until he arrived at a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar: the Broken Cauldron Bar!
The reason he described it as "familiar" was because he had seen the sign shaped like a giant cauldron countless times in the Harry Potter movies, while it was "unfamiliar" because it was the first time he had actually seen this sign and building that he would subconsciously ignore every time.
This was probably due to the Muggle banishment spell, but since he had been injected with the T-virus enhanced vaccine, his mental strength had greatly increased, so he was naturally not fooled by this kind of hypnotic bewitching magic.
"It seems that strong mental power can indeed break through magical barriers, after all, magic is also related to the mind..."
Shen Yi took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar.
The bar wasn't very lively, with only a few customers drinking and chatting. Behind the bar, the owner, Tom, was wiping glasses. He glanced up at me and then continued with his work.
Tsk, no wonder business isn't great.
Just as Shen Yi was about to go in, he suddenly realized that he didn't have a wand. He could only walk to the bar and awkwardly say, "Excuse me, boss, could you open the entrance to Diagon Alley for me? I've lost my wand."
These words not only caught the attention of the owner, Tom, but also drew surprised glances from the other guests.
You know, a wand is a wizard's spellcasting tool. Whether in battle or at home, without a wand, most wizards can't even cast a cleansing spell. This person actually lost his wand.
"Ahem, I think you've figured it out, I'm actually not a local."
Shen Yi shrugged, looking completely innocent. "I accidentally touched something in my house and ended up being transported to England. I guess it was a door key, so I wanted to go to Diagon Alley to find my friend."
Everyone suddenly realized, "Oh, it's the door key! Then it's alright!"
Although the Ministry of Magic has extremely strict regulations on the manufacture of Portkeys, just as it has extremely strict regulations on items with the Unseen Stretch Charm—the wizards don't take it seriously at all.
Not to mention that some of these door keys existed before these laws were enacted, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't know where to begin to regulate them.
"Alright, I hope you can find your friends."
Tom took out his wand, led Shen Yi through the courtyard behind the bar, and gently tapped the specific brick three times with the wand.
Rumbling--
The wall tiles began to move on their own, as if an invisible hand was rearranging them, eventually revealing an arched doorway.
On the other side of the doorway was a winding street paved with cobblestones. On both sides of the street were rows of magical shops, their windows displaying all sorts of strange and wonderful goods.
What an amazing scene!
Shen Yi suppressed his excitement and pretended to be calm as he looked at the familiar scene before him.
It's been almost a year since he transmigrated into the Harry Potter world. For the past year, he has been living like a Muggle in London, repeating the monotonous routine of opening a bar, mixing drinks, and closing it every day.
Although he wasn't doing badly, and his bar business at Charing Cross Road was quite good, he had even saved up a considerable amount of money, the feeling of powerlessness—"clearly separated from the extraordinary by only a thin veil"—was like a thorn stuck in his heart.
But now, he has finally stepped into the world he has always dreamed of.
After thanking old Tom, Shen Yi walked along Diagon Alley and soon found the white marble building standing on the corner of the street, which was Gringotts.
The bronze gate was flanked by fairy guards dressed in scarlet and gold uniforms. This scene, which was commonplace for other wizards, was full of novelty to Shen Yi.