Chapter 151: Chapter 151: A Change in the Carriage (Edited)
The train was moving along smoothly, and Tom and Dumbledore were sitting in their seats, not saying a word. They both knew that this was Evans' memory, in someone else's memory, and that whatever they did would not interfere with the memory. Tom was now, so to speak, watching a 3D movie.
Evans was reading the newspaper in the first-class carriage like a true Muggle gentleman, and Tom had the feeling that the reason he had adopted the Muggle way of traveling was probably to experience Muggle life.
Tom noticed, near the carriage door, a plump man sitting. The man was dressed in a suit, which Tom could see at first glance was worth a lot of money, but even the best tailor couldn't hide his fat body.
At that moment, the plump man was placing his suitcase on the table, with a pen and notebook beside it. He turned the combination lock on the briefcase and it opened to reveal its contents: a dozen neatly wrapped antiques.
The fat man carefully put on his gloves, then took the coins out of the case one by one to look at them, all the while continuing to write and draw in the notebook.
Out of curiosity, Tom leaned over and after seeing the coins and the words he clearly wrote, he could no longer restrain himself.
The man was holding an ancient Chinese coin, in very good condition, with four large characters written on it - Chunxi Yuanbao, and the coin had such a genuine feel to it that Tom glanced at it and thought it was the real thing. But what the man had written in the book was interesting.
Name: Twenty-five of Chunxi Yuanbao
Weight: 6.90g
Size: 29.9*1.7 MM
Price: 5,000 pounds sterling
Well, this coin will fetch a whopping 90 RMB in 30 years, including shipping and handling.
The fat man muttered, "This coin is a thousand-year-old coin from ancient China, it's a rare survivor, it's in mint condition, and it's a bargain for only £5,000."
But Tom had no idea that this "Twenty-five of Chunxi Yuanbao" would be the only authentic coin this gentleman would bring out next.
He then brought out other "antiques" from China, several bronze coins in the form of knives and shovels, a bronze Shang and Zhou dynasty jue, a shiny Xuande stove and a jade seal with one corner missing and replaced with gold....
Tom: "..."
It seems that the man who sold him the coins at first was quite conscientious.
Dumbledore was also standing next to Tom, and was saying, "This Muggle gentleman seems to be quite the collector of the flawed products of modern industry."
But his and Tom's eyes immediately froze. There was another layer underneath the box. The first layer is various Chinese "antiques", and the second layer is various European and American cultural relics, and the odd gold coin is mixed in.
The fat man took out the antiques one by one and wrote down their prices, names and data in his notebook. As he pulled out the gold coin, Evans looked at the fat man.
The fat man didn't notice, he was still holding the coin in his hands, his face less than twenty centimeters away from it, his eyes gradually blurring.
Glancing at his notebook, Tom saw that he had dated the coin to the time of Caesar, and looked at Dumbledore.
"You are correct this time, the gold coin is indeed minted in Caesar's time," Dumbledore said, answering Tom's question, "It must be a denarius issued by Caesar's household when he led his army back to Rome from Gaul in 49-48 BC. "
"The elephant symbolizes Caesar, the snake represents Pompey, Caesar's political enemy, and if you look closely, you will see the inscription "CAESAR" engraved on the obverse." said Dumbledore, pointing to the indistinct line of letters at the bottom of the gold coin.
He found that Tom was looking at him strangely, so he spread his hands, "I have read many books, so it is normal to know the history of the magical world and the Muggle world. If you live as long as I do, then you will be as wise as I am."
"Professor, look at this man. Tom pointed at the fat man. At this moment, his condition was a bit strange: his eyes lost their brightness and black lines appeared on his face, this was because the blood in the blood vessels turned black, his pupils dilated rapidly and his eyeballs clouded.
Dumbledore glanced at him and frowned, "He's dead."
The man was not only dead, he was decomposing at an abnormal rate. However, this change went unnoticed by the passengers in the carriage.
The train track may have lifted, causing a sudden jolt as the train moved, and the gold coin slipped from the fat man's hand and fell to the ground. Tom clearly saw Evans twist his finger toward the coin and it flew reluctantly into his hand. As soon as he had the gold coin in his hand, Evans' expression changed and he hurriedly stuffed it into his bag, not daring to hold it or carry it close to his body.
Something strange happened. The man who was clearly dead and began to rot suddenly became active, his face became extremely horrible. For him, losing the gold coin was like throwing away the most important thing in his life. Not even death could stop him from getting his gold back.
The matter had to be explained by magic. Evans had just used the levitation spell without making any noise, but still the man had been able to locate the coin in an instant.
His clouded eyes had turned blood red, and vein after vein was bulging on his forehead. The man staggered to his feet and walked directly toward Evans.
This noise alarmed a lady sitting in the man's back seat, when she clearly saw the man's face in front of her, she couldn't help but let out a scream: that face was so horrible that it didn't look like the face of a living person at all.
The scream made the other passengers in the carriage stop what they were doing, and then they saw the moving corpse, many people gasped.
The fat man approached Evans and held out a hand that had begun to swell and distort, "Give me back my gold coin." The man said a single word.
Evans looked at the man, "Is this gold coin really that important? It's so important that you can't stop thinking about it after you're dead. It will only bring disaster to you and your family and friends, so let me take care of it for you..."
"Me, after death?" The man was a little confused, and then, as if in reaction, he said to himself, "Oh, yes, it looks like I'm dead..."
His skin began to swell into large bumps, then burst and foul-smelling pus oozed from them.
He threw his fist at Evans and shouted something no one could understand.
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Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Harassment (Edited)
"Am I a free man in a free world?" Dumbledore did understand what he was saying, and patiently explained to Tom, "What you just shouted is in Celtic, a dead language, of which only a few roots have survived."
Tom looked at Professor Dumbledore with a very complicated look, Dumbledore said in a very common tone that he was just a wizard who lived long enough.
If you live long enough, you will naturally know some unpopular knowledge.
By this time, the fat man had jumped on Evans and was wrestling with him. Tom knew Evans was an excellent wizard, but he didn't expect his melee skills to be any good as well. A normal wizard who would have been pinned down by such a fearless creature would have been left for dead, but not Evans.
When he was tackled by the fat man, he grabbed the fat man's neck so he couldn't bite it, and pulled the fat man's arms apart with his other hand, and the two became entangled together.
At that moment, the other men on the train rushed forward, a man in a gray suit grabbed the fat man by the shoulders, as he shouted, "Sir, calm down, for God's sake!"
The fat man turned his face towards him, and the man in gray saw the fat man's face: it was swollen like sourdough, the skin had swollen, shiny and transparent, and with the closing of the mouth and the shaking of the bones, a stream of pus dripped from the various holes. Without the dememorizing incantation, this scene would have been a nightmare for the rest of his life.
After the fat man was thus disturbed, the pressure on Evans' body suddenly dropped. With a kick, he kicked the fat man off his body. The man in gray behind the fat man also took the opportunity to loosen his grip on the fat man.
After loosening his grip, he felt a sticky mess on his hand and looked down to see that it was covered in a yellowish brown liquid. The man flinched, and for a moment felt the urge to cut his hand. With all his might, he wiped his hand on the seat next to him, but the slippery feeling remained on his hand.
"Fire!" Evans took only a few seconds from lunging at him to kicking his opponent away, and his next reaction was swift: he didn't even use his wand, he simply cast a fire spell without his wand, turning the fat man into a huge fireball.
But it was clearly a bad decision.
If the fat man had been alive, the spell would have been enough to render him helpless. But he was already dead, and dead pigs don't fear boiling water, and dead men don't fear fire. Evans helped him by casting a fire spell on him.
The accumulated grease from the hamburgers, cola, steak and butter burned fiercely in the air, and the methane from the microbes in the fat man's corpse joined the heat feast, making the flames even more intense, and the outer flame seemed to have a slight blue cast.
The Muggles in the carriage were stunned at what they thought was a verbal altercation between the two men, but now that the mess had clearly gotten out of control, the names of familiar organizations flashed through the passengers' minds.
They were in a mess, scrambling to run for the front door of the carriage, leaving Evans and the flaming man facing each other at the rear door.
The madness of the flames eased the burden on the fat man, who moved even faster, leaving a trail of secondary images in the carriage. At such speed, a wizard's spell could barely hit him. But Evans hadn't considered casting a spell on it either.
Evans decided to wait and see what happened.
Since the man's target is himself, he will definitely attack it and just need to wait quietly, so he cast several Protego Charm around it.
His Protego Charm, it seemed, was different from usual. A normal wizard's Protego Charm would have formed a translucent shield that would have protected him in a certain area, but Evans' Protego Charm was much more extensive, enveloping almost his entire body. In addition, a small portion was more solid, with a faint metallic sheen.
Like a ball of fire, the fat man slammed into Evans' Protego Charm, causing the translucent membrane to shudder, but in the end it did not break. When the man tried to get out, he found that the thin gray cloak clung to him as if it were sticky, absorbing the flames from his body at great speed.
Dumbledore looked at the Protego Charm, stroked his beard and looked at it with interest, watching it for a while.
"Great idea, a modified Protego Charm that absorbs magic from the outside world and strengthens itself, a spell you don't see often. If you want to break it, you'll have to pour a lot of magic in a short time to break it."
Tom looked at Evans' Protego Charm and was somewhat impressed: there was something about Evans' Protego Charm that could serve to strengthen the defense. The Protego Charm was almost invincible against a single spell, and as long as the difference in strength was not too great, the spell would either bounce off or be pushed away. However, there is a limit to its protection against continuous spells, a good example of this is Wood's Protego Enchantments being broken by [Sister]'s flock of birds. Not only continuous spells, but also physical attacks can do significant damage to a Protego Enchantment.
In general, a Protego Enchantment can only block and bounce a spell. Once blocked, the Protego Enchantment will dissipate as it runs out of energy. Evans' enhancement to the Protego Enchantments is undoubtedly a way to recharge the spell, giving this spell greater longevity. However, this enhancement has both advantages and disadvantages, and as Evans saw it, it could only be used on a small area of protection.
The man broke free of Evans' Protego Charm and instinctively put some distance between himself and Evans. He was now a white skeleton, with black flames flickering in his two eyes and a fire coiled in the ribs of his chest, which moved up and down as he breathed, flowing from his chest to his limbs and back to his chest, like human blood.
Often, however, what is done by instinct is wrong. The skeleton's decision to distance himself from Evans, the wizard, was foolish. Evans pulled out his wand and a series of spells flew from the tip, sending bone fragments flying around the skeleton.
This skeleton is extraordinarily strong. If it were replaced by other bones, it would have long become bone slag that can be used as fertilizer, but it only backed up a few steps and broke a few bones.
The skeletal monster regained his balance, and the bones that had flown out flew back toward him. But he realized that he could no longer move, because countless vines had sprouted from the ground, entangling themselves with his bones and pinning him firmly to the ground.
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