The huge body of the steam train began to move slowly.
Cyril seemed to be able to see the thick fog-like billowing white smoke coming out of the front of the car.
The steam train did not travel very fast at first.
But as the sound of "bang bang bang chi" came one after another, the train began to speed up, and then drove forward at an extraordinary speed.
The grass and trees outside the window have become blurred phantoms.
Cyril stared at the fleeting scenery outside the window, and then he looked back and took a newspaper from the bookshelf and read it.
This is a newly released newspaper today, the local "Post Today" in Philadelphia, with a strong smell of ink.
The content of newspapers in this era has been very rich and colorful.
There are sections that introduce the latest fashion trends in the capital, an exclusive interview with a new congressman, and even some strange rumors happening in Philadelphia and the latest poems written by bards.
Cyril carefully searched the newspaper, but did not see any news similar to "The Count of Abraham received the wizard grandly".
For the next time, he simply closed his eyes and began to meditate.
The meals provided in the first class carriages are also very good.
The Chinese dishes are Macaroni with Cheese, Lamb with Potatoes and Spicy Crayfish Soup.
For dinner Cyril ordered fish and chips, apple salad and shortbread with sugar sauce from the menu.
I have to say that the sugar-sauce shortcake is very soft and delicious, and Cyril is satisfied.
In the evening they went to sleep in their own private box.
A small room of about eight square meters.
The soft bed is covered with clean and tidy bedding, next to a vertical wooden cabinet for luggage and clothes, and a small round table and a long sofa on the other side.
Cyril went to the public bathroom to wash briefly.
He bumped into Lords Webb, they smiled at each other, and said goodnight to each other as they parted.
After Cyril returned to the room, he glanced at the blurry view of darkness outside the window.
He closed the curtains and slowly climbed into bed.
The futon is fluffy and soft, making you feel at ease both physically and mentally.
The temperature at night was a little low, and there was a slight chill in the air.
Cyril pulled the quilt down to his chin, revealing only half of his fair cheeks, and closed his eyes gently.
With the sound of the steam train "bang bang bang bang", Cyril unknowingly fell asleep.
He had a bizarre dream.
Cyril dreamed that he had successfully entered the fascinated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
But suddenly he was incapable of knowing anything. The first class he took was a very difficult potions class.
He carefully boiled a pot of invisible potion according to the textbook, blew up the cauldron, and was locked up by the gloomy potions teacher.
While in confinement, Cyril was tasked with skinning a pile of dead tree snakes.
He was operating clumsily, but the little snake Green suddenly emerged from a pile of tree snake corpses, and the slender body swam and slid quickly outside.
Cyril chased the little snake Green to the forbidden forest outside the castle, and then got lost without any accident.
Just as he was running around in the forbidden forest, he suddenly heard some small movements.
He held his breath and looked towards the source of the sound.
It was a man wearing a black feather cloak with silver threads and dark patterns.
He was tall and tall, and because of the hood, most of his face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.
The cool moonlight sprinkled on his exposed jawline.
The man stood leisurely under the desolate trees with fallen leaves, dark boots wrapped around his slender and powerful calves.
When he saw what was under his feet, Cyril suddenly widened his eyes.
Under the man's feet was a pile of skeletons scattered across the board.
His clean leather boots were crushed on the fresh white bone, making a screeching sound of broken bones.
Cyril's hand hanging by his side could not help clenching the hem of his clothes.
He was as quiet as a quail, not daring to make the slightest sound.
However, the man's eyes still passed through the layers of vegetation and fell on him accurately.
Cyril could feel a hint of malicious playfulness in his eyes.
The man turned his head slightly, and the velvet black hood silently slipped down, revealing his handsome face.
Cyril's pupils trembled, and his heart trembled.
It's Mr. Scott!
At this time, the wizard looked at him with eyes like the dark night, which made the hair stand on end.
The next moment, Scott's figure suddenly appeared in front of Cyril from a distance, close at hand.
Cyril wanted to step back, but his body didn't obey his commands at all, unable to move.
He watched Mr. Scott let out an indiscernible chuckle, and then the other man stretched out a cold finger to lift his chin.
Cyril felt that he was like a cat covered in fried fur at this moment, his whole body was tense, and a dangerous intuition was circling wildly in his mind.
The cold finger rubbed against his jaw lightly for a while, then slid all the way down, and tapped his Adam's apple, seemingly inadvertently drawing a circle.
Finally, he grabbed his neck violently.
"It's beautiful..." Mr. Scott's low voice was hoarse.
Cyril didn't hear the next words clearly, and suddenly woke up from this absurd dream.
He sat on the bed with lingering fears.
Even dreamed that Mr. Scott wanted to kill himself.
At this time, the bright sunlight outside the window had already shone into the room through the curtains.
The surrounding movement also became clear.
The sound of the train running, the sound of other boxes opening and closing doors outside, and the sound of rustling people talking.
Cyril raised his hand and rubbed his cheek.
He got out of bed and opened the curtains, and stared at the sunlight outside the window for a while before driving the weird dream out of his mind.
But because of this inexplicable dream, he was a little listless all day.
Fortunately, Cyril heard Warren Abraham say that the capital will arrive in the afternoon.
For some reason, the boy suddenly became enthusiastic about himself after getting on the train.
Cyril didn't know that Warren Abraham, who was thinking about it, recalled it carefully, and then compared it with his heart. He felt that the relationship between Cyril and the wizard was a bit subtle... Ambiguous.
And it's still one-sided by the wizard...? ?
Warren specially noticed yesterday that during lunch and dinner, the wizard's eyes kept on Cyril.
Then he also involuntarily ate a few more caramel puddings in order to observe him.
Warren Abraham gave Cyril a mixed look.
In any case, Warren decided to "curve the country to save the country", starting from befriending Cyril.
Growing up in a complicated family, he has seen the power of "pillow wind".
In the afternoon, four young nobles stood at the last stand in front of the capital.
As soon as they entered the carriage, the arrogant aristocratic young man walking at the front glanced at Brian and suddenly walked towards him.
The author has something to say:
Years later, Warren Abraham wrote in his memoirs: "I had a brilliant eye..."