Jon and Bella ride an old-fashioned tourist train.

It's the kind of train with a black locomotive, and the exquisite decoration and furnishings inside the carriage give Jon the illusion that he has traveled to the movie world of Murder on the Orient Express, and the entire train is filled with a strong nostalgia of the old era.

It is indeed the best choice for tourist trains.

In the waiting room, Bella was tasting a small cake in her hand, and looked at Jon with a look of disgust on her side, who was flipping through a travel brochure.

"It's not like you've never been here before. Why do you need to see it?"

Of course Jon knew that he had been here. When he was a child, he often traveled with his current trains. They also took this kind of short-distance tourist trains. The speed was not fast, but you could enjoy the scenery along the way.

The only problem is that the speed is slow, the more than two hours of driving time has doubled, and waiting for the bus is boring.

"Because it's really boring."

Jon looked at his watch, and the time displayed on it had already passed the original departure time of the train: "Who would have thought that this train could be delayed?"

"Isn't it normal for trains to be delayed? Not all trains are school express."

Bella said calmly while eating a small cake: "It's just that the car is late. Maybe it's because there is something wrong with the car that needs to be repaired, or there is an accident. The world is such a big place, and there are always things that everyone doesn't want to happen.

things happened.”

"This sentence sounds familiar."

Jon rubbed his brows, closed the travel brochure in his hand, and said calmly: "To be honest, can you read less of Lockhart's books in the future? At least, read less of those adventure quotes that are afraid of the world being in chaos?"

Bella scoffed at this.

As the son of a certain VIP user, Jon took the customer voucher sent by his mother and led Bella in the luxurious waiting room to wait for departure. Corresponding to this voucher, it could almost be called

There is an empty waiting room and unlimited supply of snacks, desserts and drinks.

There were actually several plates of pasta among them.

But it was too late to eat now. Jon glanced at the train station employee who was opening the waiting room door, turned around, picked up his suitcase, and followed Bella out of the waiting room.

There are no "luxury carriages" in travel trains.

The seats that can accommodate four people can only accommodate two people, so there are not many seats in one carriage.

After Jon and Bella sat down, not long after, a passenger sat across from them.

It's a young woman.

Naturally, there will be some fruits and drinks prepared in advance on the travel train, and each table has food for six people.

Of course, most travelers won't eat these things.

…

Until the train started, the carriage where Jon was sitting was not full.

There are people in every row of seats, but there are only one or two people sitting scattered around.

On the contrary, Jon's place has the largest number of people.

The woman sitting opposite looked to be in her twenties. Since the ticket had reserved a seat, Jon couldn't take Bella to sit elsewhere - it would be too obvious and rude if he did.

.

But sitting like this is really embarrassing.

With such a person here, Jon couldn't even chat with Bella.

Especially when the woman opposite him kept looking at him and Bella.

Could it be...that I met a bad guy?

Jon touched Bella lightly to signal his cousin to be more alert, and heard the woman opposite say softly:

"Jon Smith?"

?!

Jon raised his head suddenly and his eyes met the blonde woman's blue eyes. The two looked at each other for a moment, but Jon still didn't remember who she was.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Bella asked nervously. She could see that her brother didn't know this person, so she naturally had to shoulder the responsibility of being a sister.

It's just that the blonde woman's eyes were as gentle as sapphires, with a natural gentleness and kindness, which really made it impossible for Bella to think of this woman as a bad person.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."

The blond woman smiled and said slowly: "I am a former colleague of Jon's mother, Mrs. Smith. I met little Jon the year before last, but unfortunately he seems to have no impression of me... Speaking of which, you guys

Hasn’t the school been on vacation for a few days? Why are you just going back to London now?”

Bella glanced at Jon who was still unable to extricate himself from the memories, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "We... have something to do in Manchester, so we are going back to London today."

She nodded slightly, displayed her long-trained demeanor of a lady, and smiled gently: "Hello, I am Jon's cousin Bella, Lynn Smith, and I am my aunt."

"Hello, I'm Joanne."

The blonde woman named Joanne stretched out her hand and shook Bella's hand, then let go.

The two of them coincidentally took a sip of the milk tea in front of them.

It's really embarrassing.

It is indeed a hard task to act like a familiar person even though you are a stranger.

Fortunately, Jon quickly remembered who the person in front of him was.

The year before he entered school, that is, in the summer of 1989, his mother took him on a trip in the UK, and on that return trip, they met "Joanne" on the train.

The only problem is that the meeting between Ms. Joanne and them didn't seem to happen by chance, but something planned in advance, because Jon remembered that Ms. Joanne handed some things to her at that time.

Mother.

But colleagues?

Jon didn't think so. He knew about his family's affairs. All his mother's social activities were limited to the Ministry of Magic. She had no professional experience in Muggle society. If she was a colleague, she should be a magician.

colleagues in the department.

But obviously - Jon unscrewed the ring, took out his glasses and put them on - there was not a single trace of magic fluctuation around this woman named Joanne.

"I do remember you, but I don't remember... are you and my mother colleagues? My mother never goes to work in the department, and I don't know who her colleagues are."

"It's not that colleague, it just means that we have worked together before. You can also see that I am actually not... your kind of person."

Joanne took out a folder from her small bag, took out a card from among the few cards inside, and handed it to Jon.

Jon took the card, flipped it back and forth, and then read the content on it softly:
Chapter completed!