Harry Potter: I Have A Proficiency System

However, even though I was a fan of the "Harry Potter" series in my previous life, it does not mean that I am willing to step into the magical world and accompany the trio of saviors on story missions.

After finally being reborn, I don’t want to waste my precious time on the battle of wits between a group of middle school students (all of Hogwarts) and a rural terrorist (Voldemort) who is at best a country terrorist. The great war in the Muggle world is about to begin. The Internet age is much more exciting than the magical world.

Just as I guessed, the letter from Hogwarts has special magic attached to it. Not only will the address change according to my actual living location, but the school should also have magic to judge whether the little wizard actually opened the envelope and read it. through its contents.

Therefore, I immediately caught the owl and made soup, and burned the letter directly.

I believe that if this is the case, even if someone from the school comes to investigate, they will angrily cancel my admission qualification, right?

Squatting down, I rubbed Bran's chestnut hair, plucked off a dark brown owl feather that accidentally got on his hair, and threw it into the fire behind me. The tongue of flames licked the feathers, making a sound. There was a soft crackling sound.

"Don't worry. Before I opened that envelope, there would be this kind of fat Scottish round-faced chicken every day."

"So...what does a fat Scottish chicken with a round face look like?"

Bran asked curiously.

Elena shook her head, did not answer, stood up, ended the discussion about the Scottish round-faced fat chicken, patted Bran on the head and said with a smile.

"Okay, you will know when you grow up. Now go sit down in the restaurant. After breakfast, you must do your morning lessons with everyone."

When Elena said this, a happy smile leaked from the corner of her mouth. Both Carlos and Qiu Zhang could hear Elena's joy and warmth. It should be said that everyone could see it.

Carlos nodded. If Elena didn't have a deep bond in this world and wasn't an emotional lolita, he would have turned the Elena in front of him into an RPQ. Carlos really thought he was a good person. !

He has no shortage of beauties at all now, but he lacks a team of super geniuses. Carlos is helpless when he thinks that he can only accept beauties as his followers because of his dual cultivation.

As for what to do with those men, according to the information given by the system, unless Carlos committed suicide on the spot, reincarnated as a woman, and then went to have sex with those boys, he would be able to become his subordinates.

But Carlos would not try this kind of thing even if he wanted to. Do you know how much it would make a straight man who only likes beautiful women to vomit blood when he knows this news?

Elena smiled at Carlos and continued: "After breakfast, I sent the other children to school for early classes."

"I picked up my breakfast and went to take care of my adoptive father, Benitez, who was still lying in bed."

"Our orphanage is not very big, and our adoptive father Benitez's room is only a few minutes away from the restaurant."

"The houses in the orphanage are made of wood and stone structures unique to England. Although they are strong, they are undoubtedly quite poor in terms of moisture and moisture resistance!"

After saying this, Elena paused, turned her head and stared directly at Carlos, with stars in her eyes, she just wanted to ask Carlos for money.

Carlos nodded helplessly, reached out and quickly took out a pen and wrote a check for 10,000 pounds to Elena. For him, as long as it was settled by money, it was no big deal.

He will get back the interest on Elena's lolita body tonight, huh! Compared to giving hundreds of thousands of descendants to the money-hungry mixed-blood Veela in front of her, which is the kind she gives every day, Elena would happily accept it and give him several beautiful girls in a few years.

Carlos looked at Elena with this dangerous look. In Elena's frightened eyes, she kept expressing a similar consciousness, otherwise the little silver-haired girl in front of him would be a demon king.

If this demon king is not reassured, Carlos's own harem will not be at ease. After all, only dual cultivation is the best way to communicate feelings. If it doesn't work once, then twice.

Elena quickly put away the check, and under Qiu Zhang's admiring eyes, continued to tell her story about what happened two months ago.

"As soon as I opened the door, I felt the unique dampness in lakeside houses. Then I frowned, gently put down the tray in my hand, walked to the window, and opened the window."

The cool breeze in the morning quickly swept away the dampness in the room and made me feel refreshed.

"Fortunately, you are here, otherwise the orphanage would be in a mess now. Thank you for your hard work."

The voice of my adoptive father, Benitez, came from behind me. It was a thick voice of a middle-aged man. When I turned around, I saw Benitez standing up from the bed and half leaning against the wall. Although it was due to the cold wind and He had a migraine, and his face was still a little pale, but compared to the sluggishness of the past few days, his energy was obviously much better now.