I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

"What should I do now?" James grabbed his head in distress, and my bird's nest of messy hair was made even more messy by him.

"I thought you would be more reliable than me, Carl!" James's eyes moved to a guy who said that his cooking skills were super good. Carl immediately pursed his lips and defended himself somewhat unconvincedly, "How can it not be good compared to you?"

"So what are you going to do?" Sirius asked the two people who were teasing each other while holding the plate of cake that didn't look like a cake. Carl and James told Sirius their ideas.

"That's over. I can't make cakes either. Besides, wouldn't it be faster to leave this kind of thing to the house elves in the school?" Sirius didn't understand James and Carl very well.

"I think you don't understand at all." James shrugged and seemed to understand. "What do you understand?" Sirius looked at James, who was surrounded by pink bubbles. To be honest, he really didn't want to understand the brain circuit of the pink bubble teapot.

"What's important is the intention. I want Lily to feel the full love that belongs to me." James turned around and made a heart shape on his chest.

"..." Sirius looked at the cake, then at Carl, "Do you think so too?"

Carl looked at James' exaggerated movements, shook his head frantically, and drew a line between himself and some of the first love brains of the pro-generation, and said, "I just want to make a cake. In the past, we would have a friend come to make cakes for our birthdays, and her craftsmanship is very good."

Sirius lifted the cake, "Anyway, I don't know if I can see love, but you can feel a lot of salt in this taste."

"But since there is a friend who can make it, can't you just ask her for help?" Sirius expressed his confusion, and Carl sighed, "If that's the case, it's a pity that she is a Muggle and doesn't go to Hogwarts."

"But she is a great girl, although a little bit spoiled." Carl added, thinking of this, Carl suddenly clapped his hands, "Although hand-in-hand guidance is not possible, it's not bad for her to learn some experience remotely."

"I'll write her a letter now!" Carl planned to go back to the dormitory immediately to send a letter to Penny for help, but just after taking two steps, a white little owl suddenly swooped over in the distance.

Why is it you again, kid! Carl looked closely and saw the familiar snowy owl staggering towards him. Why didn't he add a small word? It was mainly because it had gained a lot of weight and its belly had become a round ball. Compared with other handsome and agile owls, it was a little more funny.

The snowy owl immediately sped up when it saw him, as if it was about to pounce on him. It was okay before, but now that this guy's size pounced on him, wouldn't it be dead or injured?

Carl's skills were still good. Although the hardware didn't keep up, the software honed in the mine was not covered. He quickly dodged to the side, and the owl didn't brake in time and hit the tree head-on, and then slowly slid down from the trunk.

"Fortunately, I dodged it. Dodging and shaking never get old. Why did this guy sneak attack me again?" Carl looked at the little owl that knocked him unconscious, slowly picked it up, and then searched it for a letter from Penny.

How did Penny find an owl to send a letter to, and it had to be this one...

Carl looked at the size of the owl, and then at the crumbs left by its mouth. Could it be that Penny fed it? It seems that with this weight, if it is true, this guy must have gone to Penny to beg for food after work.