General Edward Lawrence Logan International Airport, Boston, Massachusetts, United States.
Erwin was sitting on a bench at the edge of the hall, covering the upper half of his face with a pair of wide sunglasses, and looking at a detailed map of Massachusetts.
British citizens come to the United States without a visa, so the entry procedures are very simple. There is only a little trouble regarding age, because the actual age on Erwin's certificate is only thirteen years old.
But Erwin used a simple trick of psychological suggestion to get the customs officer to let him go, which didn't even require a wand.
For most ordinary wizards, the wand is an essential element for casting spells, and it can be regarded as a second life. But for Erwin, the wand can only be said to be a useful tool at best.
It can assist the locking and aiming of magic spells, and can significantly increase the power of magic, but it is not necessary.
If a spell can achieve the desired effect when cast without a wand, then there is no need to use a wand.
Nothing impressive happened during the flight. There was no hijacking, and no passengers suddenly fell ill. Erwin’s seatmate was not a pretty young lady, but a bald middle-aged businessman. The plane took off.
Half an hour later he started snoring and slept all the way from London to Boston.
In terms of probability, there won't be many extraordinary things happening in life, and there won't be any adventures just by taking a plane.
Unless it is affected by prophecy or other causal magic.
Erwin's height is about the same as that of an adult, and his voice has long ceased to sound like a child's. He wears formal clothes and uses sunglasses to cover his slightly childish face. Basically, no one can tell his true age from his appearance.
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Doing this will save a lot of trouble.
I have just said goodbye to my family, left my hometown, and am alone in a strange country and a strange city. It seems to be the right time to feel sad, express my loneliness, and lament the helplessness of life.
But Erwin didn't have the slightest emotion.
What a lonely guy, with the subspace of "Noven" as a transit station, he can return to London in a few seconds, but it will be more troublesome to come to the United States again.
Even if other wizards who master Apparition do not have a subspace transfer station, they only need to teleport a few times for intercontinental travel. The Ministry of Magic of each country will set up public Apparition transmission points in the country, and you can use them as long as you have a license.
When they were at the London airport, Professor Stewart comforted his daughter and said that Ilvermorny would definitely send someone to pick up Erwin at the airport, but in fact they didn't, at least Erwin didn't see anyone holding a sign with his name on it.
He wasn't too surprised, as Ilvermorny probably didn't expect international exchange students to use Muggle transportation.
Then he has to think about how to get to Mount Greylock. The journey is actually quite far. Mount Greylock is in the northwest of Massachusetts, and Boston is on the east coast.
Erwin closed the map and it was time to set off. He should at least reach the gate of Ilvermorny on the evening of August 31st.
He had two large, full suitcases, which were really cumbersome to carry around, but there were people around, so it was not convenient to put them into Flamel's cabin.
After walking out of the airport, Erwin looked around. It is also a huge city, but Boston feels younger and more noisy than London.
He stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi.
The driver enthusiastically helped him put his suitcase into the trunk. He had dark skin and thick lips, which was another significant difference between Boston and London.
"Boston South Station," Erwin said after sitting in the back seat.
The car smelled of tobacco, and rap songs were playing on the radio. "No problem, sir." The driver replied with a slightly rolling accent.
The driver was an enthusiastic person. It didn't take long for him to take the initiative to chat with Erwin, and after a few words, he was determined to be British from his accent.
Erwin smiled, feeling a little bored, so he chatted with him casually and learned that the black driver's name was Red.
The southern part of Boston looked older than the northern part. When driving into a street with residential areas on both sides, Erwin suddenly felt a hidden magical atmosphere.
After grafting the bloodline, Erwin's perception of magic has become extremely sensitive. This is the same gain brought by the "Nowin" bloodline as the nearly endless magic recovery speed, but it is not as obvious as the latter.
It is precisely because of this keen perception that Erwin's level in magic texts and potions has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can easily complete highly difficult tasks.
As for whether these two enhancement effects are common to all primitive dragons, or whether they are unique manifestations of the "Novin" bloodline, it is currently impossible to determine because of the lack of sufficient data.
"Please stop the car," Erwin said to the driver Red.
"Parking? Over here?" Reid hesitated, but as a taxi driver, it was obviously irrational to refuse the customer's request.
"I advise you not to do this..." he tried to persuade.
"Why?"
"This is the territory of Dongri Mountain. As a foreigner, you will be targeted by them."
"Winter Mountain?"
The driver swallowed, "Haven't you heard of it? That's the most terrifying gang organization in the area..."
Erwin smiled, "You don't have to worry about that."
The driver had no choice but to pull over and stop the car.
The vague magical aura came from a parking lot not far away, and Erwin walked directly there.
He had no intention of causing trouble, just out of curiosity.
The parking lot was very empty, with only a few lights. Erwin's footsteps echoed in it, and he finally stopped in front of the innermost wall.
The breath of magic came from it, and some small hidden methods should have been used, but it was not clever, indicating that it was not arranged by a powerful wizard.
So don't worry about provoking any weird beings.
What is it covering up? A passage? Or some kind of object? With Erwin's wand in his hand, he only needs to point at it to remove that little deception.
Then a line of words appeared on the wall, "At midnight tonight, the ravens are out."
Just a message? Erwin was a little disappointed.
It is not strange for wizards to use messages as a means of communication. There are many magics that can allow direct communication between the two parties, but the problem is that such magic will also reveal one's location to the other party.
Only in a very complete social system like the UK, no one takes the initiative to hide their location, and most people can be found with an owl.
And if you can't trust the other party, then this obviously won't work.
From this message, we could draw a conclusion about what might happen tonight, but Erwin had no time to satisfy his curiosity.
He slowly turned around and looked at the dozen strong men who had quietly surrounded him at some point. "Are you ordered to wait here? Do you know who will come?" Erwin asked with interest.
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The bald man at the head did not speak, but made a gesture.
So these dozen people immediately rushed towards Erwin, apparently intending to control him directly.
Erwin sighed.
He didn't even bother to raise his wand and directly activated the Ring of Repulsion without supplying too much magic power. A ring-shaped position spread outwards with him as the center, and the dozen or so people flew out faster than when they came.
, collapsed to the ground, and some unlucky ones hit the wall pillars and fainted.
The leading bald man was stunned and immediately pulled out a Glock pistol from his waist. This was a professional level of speed.
He pulled the trigger on Erwin without hesitation.
There was only a crisp mechanical sound, and he continued to pull the gun without belief, but the pistol was like a piece of scrap metal.
Erwin shook his head. The anti-burning curse that disabled all gunpowder weapons was just one of the lowest-level curses.
When faced with professional combat wizards, Muggles' combat capabilities are not enough.
However, it is not very simple to block the spell of cold weapons, so ordinary people are still very threatening to ordinary wizards. Many ordinary wizards did die in the witch-hunting war.
After discovering that he couldn't fire bullets, the bald man didn't look completely shocked and confused, but more of a helpless look, Erwin noticed.
The Glock pistol suddenly escaped the bald man's control, and then a huge force suddenly hit the man's abdomen from the air, causing him to fall to the ground.
Erwin walked up to him, "You seem...to know who I am?" he asked with some interest.
The bald man gritted his teeth and remained silent.
But this is already considered the default.
"Interesting, it seems there is no need to use the Forgetting Curse on you." Erwin muttered to himself.
"Next question, are you a member of Winter Mountain?"
The man still didn't speak.
The Glock pistol suspended in the air suddenly flew into Erwin's hand, and the black muzzle was directly pressed against the bald man's forehead.
He nodded slightly reluctantly.
Interestingly, Erwin raised his eyebrows. The magical society in the United States is really not as peaceful as the United Kingdom.
He threw the pistol next to the bald man, "I have no hostility, and I am not interested in your plans. I am just passing by."
These words were not addressed to the bald man, but to the people above him.
It means that by now, the other party should understand.
After saying that, Erwin walked towards the entrance of the parking lot.
The bald man stood up quickly, picked up the pistol, aimed at Erwin's back without giving up, and pulled the trigger frantically.
But it's all in vain.
Back in the taxi, the anxious driver Reid breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great to have you back."
"It's better to go to South Station." Erwin said.
Red stepped on the accelerator and left the block as quickly as possible.
After arriving at the destination, Erwin paid twice the fare. "The extra is a tip," he said.
Reid was very surprised, "Thank you, sir." He said gratefully.
"Everyone who works seriously deserves respect," Erwin said.
After Red drove away, Erwin glanced in the other direction.
He caused some trouble in the parking lot and naturally caused a "tail".
After all, Winter Hill is also the largest gang in Boston. They must have seen Red's license plate number, so the extra fare is Erwin's compensation for him.
They might even trace it back to the airport, but that would end there, they would neither know Erwin's name nor see his true face.
There was no need to find out the reason, Erwin directly purchased the long-distance bus ticket to North Adams Town in front of the other party.
The town of North Adams is at the base of Mount Greylock.
Then there is the matter of queuing up to get on the bus like ordinary people, sitting in a small car seat, and enduring the long drive.
When one has experienced the convenience of apparating, the fatigue of traveling becomes a bit unbearable for ordinary people.
Late at night on August 30th, Irvine arrived in North Adams.
This town was named after the first governor of Massachusetts. It was indeed prosperous for a while in its early years, but now it has become depressed.
Erwin miraculously found no traces of magic in this town. He thought that since North Adams was the closest town to Ilvermorny, there should be a commercial street similar to Diagon Alley.
But it didn't.
Then find a hotel to stay in first, and then think about going up the mountain tomorrow.
Erwin didn't say anything about the obviously high room rate demanded by the hotel owner. Of course, he was not short of US dollars, so he didn't bother to talk more.
One night passed.
While Erwin was enjoying his breakfast and reading the day's newspaper in the dining room like a normal gentleman, he noticed the news on the dining room TV:
"The Boston Museum of Paleontology was stolen last night. The police have been involved in the investigation. There are currently no clues..."
Museum of Paleontology? Erwin nodded slightly, this is not so strange.
The raven dispatch in that message must be related to this matter.
After breakfast, Erwin paid for the room and left.
Turning into a secluded alley, casting a range of concealment spells and anti-detection spells, Erwin unfolded the Flamel cabin into a one-meter-long cube, and then put two cumbersome large suitcases inside.
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Then he hired a taxi and took him to the foot of Mount Greylock.
Looking up, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.
This is unscientific, because the altitude of Mount Greylock is only over a thousand meters. How could there be so many clouds and fog? It is obviously the effect of magic.
It was obviously impossible to reach the top of the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist using ordinary means of transportation. Erwin's figure faded and he used the four stealth spells.
Raising the wand again, his figure turned into smoke and dissipated, appearing on a rock dozens of meters away a second later.
Disapparation requires the wizard to be familiar enough with the target location to complete the teleportation, which means that as long as it is within sight, the wizard can apparate there.
Erwin decided to teleport all the way to the top of the mountain. This should be the most convenient and quick way.
As a wizard, after two years of exposure to magic, he finally no longer needed to use his legs to travel.
This is actually not easy, and most wizards can't do it.
Ten minutes later, Erwin entered the thick fog, and an invisible force brushed through his body, but it had no effect.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed.
A towering castle stands on the top of the mountain, which looks much bigger than Hogwarts Castle.
It's finally here.
It's not bad, at least it's not as troublesome as going to Hogwarts for the first time.