Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

"My dears, it's time for you to go back to your dormitory and rest."

Mrs. Pince reminded every student in the library in a not very loud voice that the library is closed~

However, the vast majority of people remained indifferent and continued reading with gusto. Well, they were all Travis.

"What about you, get out!"

Mrs. Pingsi said to one of them shamelessly.

"Oh, my beloved Ms. Pings, I'm not a student, I'm not even a human being, and the library's curfew has nothing to do with me." Travis said with an exaggerated wink.

"Yes, you are not a student, let alone a human being, but aren't you a human being? Are you not a student of Hogwarts?"

"Of course he is~"

Mrs. Pince: "Since you are a student of Hogwarts, you must abide by the school rules!"

Travis shrugged, lowered his head and continued reading.

"You have to tell him about this... By the way, the main body is staying in the Gryffindor dormitory honestly and abiding by the law."

Mrs. Pince gave Travis a hard look and continued to remind other obedient students.

This is not the first time that she has been frustrated by Travis. Every time, Travis has the same reason: I am just a clone.

What was even more irritating was that she went to Principal Dumbledore to request the introduction of new school rules. Dumbledore always said: The new school rules are being formulated, and the specific progress cannot be disclosed. Some difficulties have been encountered in the process. He will be informed as soon as possible after they are completed. Notify all teachers and students.

After spending twenty and ten minutes driving all the other students out of the library, Mrs. Pince went out without looking at Travis and locked the door - locked from behind! (Mrs. Pince asked Filch to install the external lock herself)

Travis, who was closest to the door, looked up after hearing the locking sound and then shook his head helplessly.

"People, sometimes they just like to do useless things to deceive themselves and comfort themselves. I'm just a clone. I don't have to eat, queue, or clock in and disappear on time. What's the point of closing the door or not?"

Sighing and continuing to read, the whole library only made some rustling sounds as many Travis turned over books from time to time.

On the other side, in the Gryffindor Tower dormitory, Travis was lying on a pile of boxes writing a letter.

There are advantages to having more boxes, at least you don’t have to buy another table.

And since packages are available in various sizes, the table built with them can be as high or as low as you want.

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Dear Uncle Clyde:

Everything is fine for me in the magical world, and the teachers and classmates here are very easy to get along with.

After more than a month of getting familiar with it, I found that the magic world is actually very backward in other aspects except magical magic.

There is no TV, no phone, no rice cooker.

People in the wizarding world are very poor, and banks are even more poor.

Most of the money I borrowed from you before coming to the magic world and then returned it was not because I was frugal, but because I had already used up all the galleons (the most valuable currency in the magic interface) that could be exchanged in the bank.

The pound-to-gallon ratio is 5:1 (it was before, but I’m not sure whether it will increase in the future), and the purchasing power of galleons is very strong. For example, the legendary dragon’s liver only costs 1 galleon per ounce.

I plan to short the magic world’s banks and monopolize the magic world’s materials market!

In fact, I have already started to do it, and I have already stocked up on a lot of low-end materials. The supply of high-end materials is not easy to find, so I am trying to figure out a way.

In addition, I also plan to fund cooperation with Mr. Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the wizarding world and the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to study how to enable ordinary people without magical qualifications to learn magic.

(ps: There are also people in the magic world who cannot use magic, and there are quite a few of them. They are called squibs.

pps: I will find a way to get in touch with you as soon as possible to apply for a Squib Certificate, so that you can come to the magic world before the results of that research are produced~)

that's all.

Your nephew, Travis Clyde

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After writing the letter, Travis checked it again.

The main purpose of this letter is to ask parents for money. For this reason, Travis not only wrote a huge bad check, but also concealed the wizarding world's ban on the circulation of magical materials to the Muggle world.

This was to give his uncle the illusion that magic materials could be resold for huge profits, thereby giving him additional "investment."

"Harry, lend me the owl, I need to send a letter."

Travis stuck his head out from behind the "wall" and said after sealing the envelope.

"Ok."

Harry nodded in agreement before closing the book and going to get Hedwig.

Not only Harry, but Ron and the others were also reading and studying. Everyone in the dormitory loved to study under the pressure brought by Travis.

"Travis, here..."

swoosh~

"Wow!"

Harry exclaimed and quickly raised his arm to dodge the approaching meow. However, Hedwig on his arm was very calm - calmly closing her eyes.

"How about... let it sleep a little longer? I'm not in a hurry."

Travis hesitated.

Although it is an owl in the magical world, it is still an owl after all, a nocturnal animal. Letting it work now is equivalent to getting up early at four or five in the morning and working overtime.

"This...let's forget it."

Harry looked back at Meowth, who immediately hid in a corner and hunched over after missing a hit, as if preparing to launch the next attack.

Seeing that Harry, the "boss", was willing to let his employees work overtime, Travis didn't say much.

Handing the letter in her hand to Hedwig, Hedwig opened her eyes and looked dull for two seconds, then picked up the envelope and flew out of the window with fluttering wings.

"What a magical creature."

Travis was very emotional as he watched Hedwig leave.

It’s normal for pigeons to be trained to deliver messages, but that’s a one-way ticket.

That is to say, take the pigeon from point A to point B and then release the pigeon to send a message to the people in point A, but it is absolutely impossible to let it send a letter to the person in point C who has never been there.

The owl has no magical abilities, but it can deliver messages wherever it wants, regardless of whether it has been there or not...or is this some kind of magical ability?

"Maybe you could buy an owl too...if you could make it behave."

Harry said, pointing to Meowth, who had been nibbling on the bed leg since Hedwig left.

"That's for sure. In the future I will not only buy owls, but also a group of animals that can use magic!"

After saying that, Travis took out his wand and first used a flying spell to pull Meow over, and then used a repairing spell to repair Neville's bitten bed leg.

Harry looked at Travis with envy, and instantly lost the desire to continue chatting, and went back to reading without saying anything.

Looking at a room full of "students", Travis couldn't help but frown while stroking his cat.

"I didn't plan to change the plot in the past two years? I'm still planning to watch the live-action Harry Potter movie for two years...at least one year!"

"No, I have to find a way to rekindle the passion of youth in Harry! Let him understand a truth - if you don't seek death, you will be in vain!"

A gleam flashed in Travis's eyes, and his fingers were ready to wave his wand and cast a soul-controlling spell on Harry.

The only problem is...he can't do this spell-_-||