"Bang!"
John brought Wenwu back to New York.
The bench they had sat on earlier was now occupied by an elderly couple.
The white-haired old man gaped at the two men who had suddenly appeared, and the potato chips in his mouth fell out.
The old woman froze in the middle of feeding him potato chips, staring at the two newcomers in equal astonishment.
Wenwu staggered two steps, shook his head, and steadied himself, looking as though he had just swallowed back the urge to vomit.
John gave him a thumbs-up. "Three consecutive Apparitions, and you're only feeling a little queasy."
Wenwu waved a hand. The strange experience felt like riding a roller coaster three times in a row without a seat belt.
"Are you magicians?" the old man asked once he recovered.
Seeing that they had been noticed, John smiled. "No, just a passerby."
He flicked his wand.
Confundus Charm.
"No... oh, you're passersby." The old man smacked his lips. "Why did I ask that?"
The old woman scolded him. "Stan, you dropped your potato chips on the ground."
"Good heavens, I'm so careless."
John looked at the elderly couple, then shot Wenwu a deeply meaningful glance.
See? Now that's a normal pairing.
Wenwu's expression darkened again despite himself. He might have lived a long time, but his body was still young, all right?
The ten rings granted him immortality. As long as he kept wearing them, he would never age.
He had once taken them off, intending to grow old alongside the woman he loved.
If only that incident had never happened.
Wenwu's spirits sank.
John noticed. Apparently, being called an old bull eating young grass had really hurt him.
So he said, "I know a place that serves good tea."
"British tea?" Wenwu asked.
"Tea from the