John Ronald Ryer Tolkien, whose pseudonym is j.r.r. Tolkien, is a famous writer and linguist, poet and university professor. He is famous for his works such as "The Hobbit", "The Lord of the Rings", and "Silver Silk".

In just a moment, Zhao Mai really felt like time and space was confused. In the time when he was born, Tolkien had passed away. Zhao Mai read Tolkien's works when he was a teenager, watched movies adapted from his works, and now he has to face him. Zhao Mai was extremely excited inside, and despite his efforts to suppress it, his fingers still trembled.

Grindelwald's attention has always been on Zhao Mai, especially the movements of his hands, the hands are tools for casting spells. The magic power can be written into a wonderful chapter through his fingers. The gentle tremor made him keenly capture it. Although he didn't know what this movement represented, Grindelwald believed that he could always figure it out.

Tolkien is a thin young man with both the perseverance of a soldier and the poet's feelings, which makes him move in a simple and tough manner, but there is always a trace of unresolved sorrow in his eyes. "Apologize again, I'm late. The place you chose is too close to the front line. If you didn't just meet the commander, I would have been detained."

"We should be the ones who are sorry," said Grindelwald on behalf of everyone: "Because of the stupid insistence of some wizards, we cannot use magic to travel to England, and we may even be deported as soon as we enter the country, so we can only get you here. But we believe that this is very necessary."

Tolkien nodded: "This damn war has entered its fourth year. If it can help end it, I will certainly do my best!"

It turned out that it was 1918, and Zhao Mai finally knew this information. World War I will end this year. This war is known as the "war to end all wars", which ultimately brings endless suffering and World War II. Zhao Mai suddenly had an idea, and it lingered after it appeared: If Middle-earth World (the world of Lord of the Rings) exists, then how did Tolkien write novels? What inspired his inspiration, and what was the process like? Is there a chicken or an egg first?

If you can figure out this issue, it will surely be very helpful for your future choice of how to travel through time.

Tolkien moved the bag behind him to his chest and took out a stack of manuscripts. "There are all the relevant records I can find, most of which are Old English and some are Germanic. I'm not sure if I translated them correctly, after all, some of them may be mantras and I can't tell them."

Grindelwald quickly stepped forward and took the manuscript from Tolkien with his hands: "Thank you very much. I have always thought that looking back on history is very beneficial for us to understand the present and look forward to the future. Come, please sit down. Since everyone is here, I will give you an official introduction."

The brown-haired young man Rugero Espirito is from Italy, and the other three are French natives, one of whom is Henry Abel Legov, the current owner of Blackberry Manor. He seemed quite calm and remained silent all the time, as if he was not ready to express any opinions. The wizards just nodded and stroked their chests, and when Zhao Mai reached out to Tolkien, Tolkien was obviously stunned.

He held Zhao Mai's hand and asked in a puzzled tone: "Aren't you a wizard?"

"Oh, no." Zhao Mai shook his hands hard: "I'm just a traveler driving by. Mr. Grindelwald just now wanted to introduce me to study at the magic school."

"Is the car outside yours?" After receiving a definite reply, a ray of light suddenly burst out in Tolkien's eyes: "Your car is so beautiful! Can you tell me what the text above means? It should be in Chinese, right?"

"It's Chinese, indeed." Zhao Mai tried his best to remain calm and said with a smile: "Ancient words have ancient power, so I like to arrange some such words around. As Grindelwald said, we should look forward to the future by examining the past."

"I thought you Chinese were all stubborn barbarians, and today my impression finally changed a little." Daniel Connard said casually, crossing his legs, "But you are still too lacking in wise men. But since you have joined the Allies, you might as well learn more from us."

"Magic, learn magic." Grindelwald immediately said: "Magic can enhance knowledge and wisdom, help all the motherland, and help all mankind! I personally think that the war launched by the Muggles is just a waste of life. I think Tolkien has a special understanding. As far as I know, you participated in the Battle of the Somme? Is this called?"

Tolkien nodded, then fell into a painful memory: "Some... I can only think of one word to describe what happened there: hell. How can life be sacrificed to that level, calculated in inches? If it weren't for injury and trench heat, I should have become some inch with my friends."

"Yes, a disease ended Tolkien's war, which saved our friend and allowed him to return to England with luck. I suggest a drink for the health of my friends." Grindelwald waved his wand, put a cup in front of everyone, and then flew over with various wine bottles, and stopped in front of everyone in turn. Zhao Mai followed Tolkien to choose Scotch whiskey, tasted it lightly and put it down.

"The stupidity of this war is that it is not for the progress of mankind, but for the product of greed and arrogance, which will only cause greater and greater sacrifices. We must stay awake, act and end this catastrophe." Grindelwald said to Tolkien: "I thank you very much for your help and support. These manuscripts will definitely work. I have prepared a letter of recommendation, and the door of Hogwarts is opened to you."

"Oh, are you going to Hogwarts?" Zhao Mai's eyes rolled: "Then I choose to go there too. I have never been to the UK, but now there is at least a tour guide, right?"

"I live in the UK, but I have never been to Hogwarts, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much." Tolkien said: "Are you going to learn magic? Can Eastern blood also cast magic?"

"Magic is the treasure of all mankind. Why can't Eastern bloodline be possible? And looking for a wizard spell also shows this point. Mike has the potential of a wizard." Grindelwald will always be the focus of the conversation. He said: "Muggles have made this war a world war. China participated in this year, and we also met Mike Long Roar. I think this is the guide of fate! We will definitely be able to accomplish a great cause!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and Zhao Mai was so, but he complained wildly in his heart. Now what he needed the least was to do a big career. There were eight transcendents on the earth, and Zhao Mai didn't want to attract their attention at all. The old man promised him that no one would pay attention to him, but Zhao Mai didn't want to get close to the minefield, even a little!

He could not return home, Europe was in chaos again, and war was still the main theme this year. Colonies around the world were either fighting or about to fight. So there were not many choices before Zhao Mai: either go to the magical world, such as Hogwarts; or cross the Atlantic Ocean and go to the United States to avoid war.

Well, Zhao Mai admits that compared to Hogwarts, the United States has zero attraction to him.
Chapter completed!