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

The awkward atmosphere started again. Carl swallowed his saliva in the carriage. It was the taste of the top Shura field.

Kaka, I encountered Shura field again, Kaka, I am dead.

The aura between Regulus and James is infinitely close to the atmosphere of Penny and Sever at the beginning. Carl glanced at Sirius and his expression towards him can be said to be pity.

Of course, in addition to pity, this kind of gloating mood is also not less.

There is actually someone who has the same Shura field as me, and my heart is instantly comforted a lot... Sirius, I am optimistic about you~

And Regulus and James are not quite the same as Penny and Sever. Although Penny and Sever are stiff, they will quarrel even when they quarrel the most fiercely at the beginning. These two guys don’t talk at all.

James is the type who likes to quarrel with others. I don’t know why this time he seems to be under a spell. He didn’t say a word, but just frowned and was angry.

Hmm...

But this awkward atmosphere...

Carl silently moved himself towards Sever, then took out a book and pretended to study and started reading. Sever, who was originally concentrating on casting a spell, was interrupted and looked at Carl in a strange way.

"The atmosphere over there is so strange, I decided to be a good student tactically..."

Sever gave half of the book to Carl, although Carl would not really read it.

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The atmosphere in the car was always stiff, but no matter who spoke, James, who was usually talkative, did not respond, even Lily.

Everyone around except Sirius was stunned. Usually, James would want to add ten sentences to Lily's words, but today...

James and Regulus seemed to be playing a strange game where whoever spoke would lose, and both were unusually silent.

Carl didn't really breathe a sigh of relief until he got off the train, because Regulus was a freshman and he needed to take the boat to Hogwarts with other freshmen.

But the old students don't need to do that. They can just take a carriage to Hogwarts. This is really fortunate...

After they separated completely, James sighed with relief and then returned to normal.

"You seem to hate Sirius's brother..." Carl laughed awkwardly. From the original book, this seems to be the first person that James hates so much in Carl's memory.

James's dislike is often superficial. With his personality, he may not really hate anyone. It is reasonable for others to hate him.

After all, he occasionally speaks without thinking.

"Hahahaha..." James laughed dryly, then came close, with a fake smile on his face that he had never had before. He said to Carl, "Please be more confident and remove the word "seem".

"But why?" Carl spread his hands to express his incomprehension, but James stopped talking.

Sirius approached silently, then put his ear close to Carl's and explained quietly, "The last time James came to see me, he had to climb over the wall, but Regulus thought he was a strange person..."

"You don't need to know much about what happened in the middle. In short, you have to remember that James fell on his butt and didn't quarrel with Regulus...", Sirius nodded, and then added.

"It's not that we didn't quarrel, probably..."

His voice was very low. After all, this matter was just passed around among brothers, and they could just have fun in private. He didn't want to make it known to everyone.

"Ah... so it's James' own fault..." Carl narrowed his eyes and looked at the angry James next to him, and Sirius waved his hand, "Not entirely, after all, Regulus really doesn't like James..."

"And Regulus doesn't like quarreling. Every time James makes a scene, he will sigh expressionlessly and leave." Sirius' eyes drifted a little, after all, it's really not good to be separated from his brother and his best friend, even if he doesn't have a good relationship with his brother.

"It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting, but Regulus is my brother, and James can't really fight with him. Over time, as long as Regulus is around, James won't speak..." Sirius explained the cause and effect, and Carl nodded thoughtfully.

"Then..." Carl was about to say something, and he and Sirius were suddenly separated by someone, it was Sever.

Sev looked at Sirius silently, and Sirius seemed to understand, raised his hands and stepped aside. Sev nodded with satisfaction, and then glanced at Carl.

"What did you say to him?" Sev's tone was a little unfriendly, and his eyes scanned Carl up and down. Carl had an inexplicable illusion that he was being stared at by some predator.

"Nothing, just a record of James Potter's embarrassment." CarlHe shook his head hard to get rid of some wrong ideas from his brain, but he didn't know that this was the closest he had ever been to the truth.

"Okay, Sever, I'll go and verify what Sirius said." But the vague chill was still there, and Carl could only find something else to divert his attention.

"Well..." Sever actually regretted it when he impulsively separated Sirius and Carl. After all, this seemed a little too obvious.

If it was James, Sever wouldn't be so excited. After all, it was common knowledge that he liked Lily, and this news could be known by just grabbing a passerby.

But Black...

And, compared with Potter, Black must be said to be stupid, but really beautiful.

Even though he usually looks lazy, there are stupid girls who are confused by his appearance and can't see through his true face and are willing to give him love letters.

Of course, he didn't mean to say that Carl was a fool...

Suddenly, the image of Carl who had been like a wooden man for these years flashed through Sever's mind. He turned around and saw Carl who was still chatting with Potter.

Okay, that's what he meant! Sever silently clenched his fist in his heart, but his face did not show it at all.

"Let's not talk about this. Let me tell you, I secretly took a good thing from home..." James said mysteriously, and then raised the suitcase in his hand as if showing off.

James said it loudly, and almost in an instant, everyone looked at him with curious eyes. James was not a fool, and knew that he had attracted attention, so he immediately quieted down.

Everyone saw that there was no follow-up, and they didn't bother to worry about what James brought.

"You brought that... to school... You are really amazing!" Sirius understood and patted James happily.

James straightened his back with a chuckle, "If you want to come with me, then please ask the great Mr. James Potter."

"Hahaha, anyway, I know you took me with you. If you don't take me with you, then I will go and tell Dean McGonagall the truth..."

"Hey!"

The two of them hadn't finished their quarrel when the carriage to take them to Hogwarts arrived. Skeleton horses with black wings came through the dark night, carrying the carriage.

Their wings were very large, like bat wings, and their heads seemed to be dragon heads, but they were not like the dragons that Carl had seen in picture books. They didn't have a majestic feeling, and they were dry and creepy.

It seemed that Carl's gaze was too straightforward. One of the thestrals slowly turned its head. Its fluorescent eyes were scarier than the eyes of all the animals Carl had seen, and could even be compared to the monsters Carl had seen in the game.

It was completely worse than that! Even more exaggerated...

If Carl hadn't been used to being scared in the mine, he would really be a little bit nervous now, but it was too strange... How could he see the Thestrals, from childhood to adulthood...

When had he ever seen death? There was no memory of it at all. Moreover, the condition for seeing the Thestrals must be seeing the death of a person. If it was the death of a person, there was no reason why Carl couldn't remember it...

[It was you, host, you saw your own death...]

Carl's brain skipped the scene of his own death. To be honest, he couldn't remember it clearly. This might be because the human brain would filter out information that was not beneficial to itself.

[After the heart stops beating, human consciousness will still exist for a few seconds. ]

"Is that so..." Carl stared at the Thestrals in a trance, which successfully attracted Sever's attention, "What are you looking at? Get on the carriage."

"Nothing, I'll be there soon." Carl waved his hand and didn't tell Sever about his discovery. After all, he didn't know how to explain to Sever that he could see the Thestrals.

After getting on the carriage, the Thestrals slowly flapped their wings and flew towards Hogwarts. The carriages around them were filled with young wizards who had just entered school last year.

How many children of this age had actually seen death, so no one was amazed at the appearance of the Thestrals.

Instead, everyone was amazed at the magical "unmanned" carriage.

Only Carl stared at the Thestrals flying in front of him silently, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Ah... it's looking at me again, this thing won't bite me...

Carl looked at the Thestrals that occasionally glanced at him during the flight, thinking silently in his heart, although Hagrid had tried hard to explain in the original book that the Thestrals were very docile little guys, as long as you don't provoke them...

But how to say it... Carl liked Hagrid very much, that simple and kind big guy.

But he firmly denied what he said. After all, the dangerous eight-eyed giant spider, the werewolf cub, the huge and dangerous flyingDragons, creatures that are enough to make many people's names, are a group of "poor little things" that can be pitied in Hagrid's eyes...

Hagrid's words are really unconvincing...

But since Dumbledore agreed to use the Thestrals to pull the carriage, he should have considered safety, so Carl was a little relieved.

When they arrived at the auditorium, everyone sat down one by one. The magic was cast here, so even in the house, you can still see the beautiful night sky. Alice held her hands and carefully observed the stars.

Carl played with his knife and fork idly. Some more naughty ghosts gathered together and proposed to scare the poor little wizards who had just entered the hospital.

The calm ghosts were thinking about how to expand the students for their own academy, but Carl thought it would be better for them not to try hard to recruit them.

After all, everyone is a child. Even if you are particularly kind, that is within the scope of ghosts. Carl is afraid that if you fail to recruit them, there will be another example of scaring the little wizards.

It's not like it hasn't happened before. If you're a little timid, you might faint on the spot.

But the ghosts don't think so, and Carl won't try to persuade them. Most ghosts are not easy to talk to.

Carl's thoughts drifted back, and his eyes inevitably looked at the long table of Slytherin.

Sever sat quietly, and there were still few people around him. If it was in the normal timeline, he might still want to get the approval of other Slytherin people.

They would hate and hate Muggles, even wizards from Muggle families.

But it's different now. He has met many gentle and kind ordinary people, and he has a good relationship with them, Mr. Ceci and Aunt Leah, including old lady Dale in the sweet shop, and passers-by in the flower shop.

They just don't have magic, but not having magic doesn't mean they deserve to die.

So it's hard for Sever to compete with other people in Slytherin now, and he even hates this group of people who exude a pedantic smell all over their bodies.

But in fact, it's not just Slytherin. Despising Muggles is the current situation of most wizards.

They don't necessarily hate Muggles, they even protect them, but that doesn't mean they put them in the same position.

Muggles can be in need of protection, weak, without magical abilities, annoying, disgusting, useless.

But they are not on the same level as wizards, even the kind and smart Alice will have this kind of arrogance.

Carl turned his eyes away from Sever again, and then he noticed Narcissa.

It's not that Carl wants to pay attention to her, but she is too conspicuous. She is in the sixth grade now and looks very nervous at the moment, Carl can see it.

With her mouth pursed, her hands kept knocking on the table, and she looked at the door from time to time, as if she wanted to know when the new students would arrive.

Regulus entered school today. Although she knew that he would never be as rebellious as her brother, Narcissa was nervous. She couldn't feel at ease until the dust settled.

Lucius next to her was still gently comforting Narcissa. He was in the seventh grade now, and he would graduate after this year.

Carl breathed a sigh of relief. Old Deng, you are finally about to graduate. That's great. Hurry up and leave Hogwarts to avoid corrupting my Sever.

Oh, that's not very polite. Carl decided to call Lucius "senior".

That's right. Although Sever got help from Lucius in Slytherin, he didn't suffer any grievances. Carl was very grateful to Lucius.

But in fact, Carl didn't want Sever to get too close to Lucius.

Carl could change many things, but because of the course of history, it was inevitable that Lucius would become a Death Eater. If he was like Voldemort, he would make a recommendation.

Sever, who he had raised with great difficulty, would be taken away by the big-tailed wolf, and it was the bald and noseless version.

Despicable little whore! Good man! You corrupted him!

Cherish life and stay away from the green bald head.