บท 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.