In the city of London at the end of the 20th century, the atmosphere was relatively peaceful.

Thanks to the "Clean Air Act" promulgated by the United Kingdom in 1956, the air in London today has been greatly improved compared to the early 20th century.

Of course, this does not mean that London has completely got rid of the title of "fog city". There are still a few days every year when the weather in London will get worse.

Fortunately, the weather today is not bad, it is a good day!

Clark looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and his mood was also very comfortable.

The black Audi 100 drives on the crowded Euston Avenue, a main road in central London. In front of this road is the famous King's Cross station.

And there, is Clark's destination.

The road outside the car was crowded with densely packed cars, which forced them to move at a turtle speed. Clark was not impatient, but looked at the bustling urban landscape outside with relish.

It was the best of times for the British people.

The long period of prosperity in the Western world has made the city in front of us clearly enter a golden age.

While the contemporary Chinese people are still working hard to create a better life, the citizens of London can already sit back and enjoy the legacy of the British Empire after hundreds of years of global plunder.

Fifty years before them, that is, before World War II.

The capitalists and dignitaries of the upper class of the British Empire (including the hereditary high gates with large lands, bankers, industrialists, colonial governors, and senior officials of the imperial government developed after the Industrial Revolution) greedily monopolized the vast majority of the colonial world. Benefit.

For them, it was the best of times!

Because the middle and lower classes of the whole of England, the meaning of existence at that time was to serve them.

For those middle class, such as lawyers, civil servants, low-ranking military officers, priests and the like, it was an era in which the future could be seen.

Hire a maid, rent in the city, kids go to law school, go to Birmingham or Manchester, come out to inherit their parents' connections, maybe even squeeze into high society.

They lived far more than the upper class, but they were the bedrock of the empire.

As for the lower classes living in London, for those industrial workers, tenant farmers, servants, they live in times without a future.

In the 30 years after them, the development of the world has changed with each passing day, and the rise of the overlords of the new continent has made the Empire of Never Set Sun fade from its former glory.

The financial crisis and the wave of refugees have impacted the white-left values ​​in the multicultural era. The liberalism established by Western civilization is crumbling on a small mask, and even the so-called herd immunity incident occurred.

But when did the good times end?

Clark leaned back on the leather seat and stared at the rush of pedestrians outside the window.

Perhaps, a few years later, the so-called jewel in the Queen's crown in the East will be officially returned to his mother.

Thinking of this, Clark couldn't help but smile.

"Master, it's here!"

The driver's words interrupted Clark's reverie, and the Audi 100 stopped in front of King's Cross Station.

Clark didn't bring a heavy suitcase, and naturally he didn't need to find a cart. Carrying his magic suitcase, he easily passed through the partition between platforms 9 and 10, and came to the legendary platform 9 4/3.

He came neither early nor late. There were scattered little wizards and their parents standing on the platform. A dark red steam locomotive was parked next to the platform. The sign on the train read: Hogg Watts Express, eleven o'clock.

The thick smoke of the steam locomotive swirled over the chattering crowd, and the roar of the steam engine could not conceal the enthusiasm of the people.

Clark carefully avoided the cats of various colors and the owl cages piled up indiscriminately, passed through the sparse crowd, and boarded the Hogwarts Express amid the hum of talking and the noise of lugging heavy luggage.

There were still vacancies in a few cars in the locomotive at this time, but Clark knew that those were usually reserved for prefects of each grade and the presidents of the boy and girl students. So, afraid of trouble, he went straight to the last carriage of the train, which is where he was sitting on this day last year.

Putting down his suitcase and sitting in the window seat, Clark stuck his head out and peered out onto the platform.

With the passage of time, the number of little wizards on the train platform also gradually increased. The first few carriages were even crowded with students, some laughing and sparring in their seats, and some from the window. Lean out and talk to the family on the platform.

Clark also saw many familiar faces.

I haven't seen each other for a summer vacation. Neville has grown a lot taller, and is developing more and more towards the physique of a swordsman. Next to him is an old woman wearing a blue robe and carrying a red handbag. That is his grandmother Augustus Lady Tower.

Clark had met this lady at a tea party organized by his aunt for middle-aged and elderly women, and had a deep impression of her unique outfits.

At this time, Mrs. Augusta seemed to be admonishing Neville, and Neville nodded very obediently, "Don't worry, grandma, I didn't leave anything, and the toad also took it."

Not far from him, Seamus was waving goodbye to his Muggle father, and it could be seen that even if the child had become a wizard, the father was very restrained.

There are also some incoming first-year freshmen who waved goodbye to their parents reluctantly, and even took their parents' hands and refused to leave.

But more little wizards got together and laughed cheerfully, ready to enjoy the happy campus life in the new year.

Now is the best time for them.

Clark looked for a while, but didn't notice the characteristic red hair of the Weasleys, and of course, Hermione couldn't find it.

He is not in a hurry~lightnovelpub.net~ Anyway, Hermione will come to find him at that time, so he sat back in his seat, took out a copy of "The Road to Eternity: Egyptian Mythology" from his suitcase, and read it with relish up.

The whistle sounded outside the window.

Clark vaguely seemed to hear Ginny and Mrs Weasley saying goodbye and looked out the window.

Sure enough, Ginny and his two older brothers were hurrying up on the train and leaning out of the window to let their mother kiss them goodbye.

It seems that they have been delayed on the road and have only arrived now.

At this point, the train started and began to move forward slowly. Clark saw Aunt Molly waving on the platform, so he stuck his head out of the window and waved his arms.

"Goodbye, aunt, see you next year!"

Mrs. Weasley's arms waved more frequently, and the train gradually accelerated, and she was left behind, waving to them all the time.

Clark kept his eyes on his aunt until the train turned a corner and he couldn't see her, and houses flashed past the windows, and he pulled back.