Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

Vincent continued to scroll back, and finally there was a picture of two people holding hands.

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, and the boy was smiling like the photo on the first page.The date marked is also the same as the first page, December 1974, 12, and next to it is Andrew’s cool handwriting: This is the day we are together.

Next, there are photos of the two of them when they graduated and photos of their travels.

Suddenly there was a page with no photos posted. There were only three simple lines on it: Violet, I have liked you for eight years. Will you marry me?

Vincent finally understood that this was his father's proposal gift to his mother.

No wonder there is no title, no wonder the corner of the book must be protected, this should have been thought of long ago.Fortunately, he thought this was a beautiful memory of their family. This is a whole book of dog food.

He knows that it’s popular these days to trick dogs into killing them, but I’ve traveled through time and you still trick me into eating food.

Vincent bit the bullet and turned back. The photos at the back should have been added after the wedding. Sure enough, after a few pages, a baby began to appear in the photos.

It's him

At first, the baby was always sleeping. Later, he gradually became lively and active, and had to squeeze in front of the camera every time he took a photo.

It's just a pity that he can't even remember the feeling of getting along with his parents.

There was unexpectedly a group photo in the album. Vincent could easily identify Albus Dumbledore and Hagrid, who had giant blood, in the middle. Violet and Andrew stood beside them, holding each other in their arms. Still holding him a few months old.

This is a group photo of the Order of the Phoenix

Okay, I knew you were from the Order of the Phoenix.

But this is just right. After all, as a time traveler who knows the plot, if Andrew is inclined to the Greengrass family, he really doesn't know how to play it.

By the way, why is Elise not in the photo? She should be in the same camp.

But at night, Vincent understood why Elise was not a wizard at all.

After dinner, Elise completed the procedures for Vincent and left the hospital.

There was no modified car or broomstick, so the two of them just walked back and forth to the subway station.

"Are you a little disappointed?" Aunt Elise smiled self-deprecatingly on the subway, "I don't know magic at all. Obviously my parents and Violet can, but I am the only one who thinks that if I can Life is better in the Greengrass family, right?"

"Ah no, I don't want to live in that white-haired man's house." Vincent was a little confused, "He doesn't like me at all."

"You heard everything about this morning," Elise said with some surprise.

"Ha" Vincent couldn't figure out how this person's mind was jumping.

"I mean, you heard everything about your parents."

"Yeah." Vincent nodded. It turned out that she meant this.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, Vincent. I was afraid you would be sad if you found out," Elise explained hard.

"Actually, it's okay, after all, I don't remember what happened before." Vincent muttered softly.

It seems that Elise is a squib. Vincent is not sure how many such people exist in the UK. They must be having a hard time being caught between wizards and ordinary people.But she had a fight with a pure-blood family patriarch for herself.

"Whether you have magic or not, you are still my aunt." Vincent raised his head and comforted, "Thank you."

The two got off the subway at Charing Cross Road. Elise carried her suitcase and wandered into a pedestrian street.

The buildings here are all shops on the first floor and residential on the second floor.Elise's house is above a Chinese restaurant.

"Mom, you're back."

As soon as the door opened, Vincent heard the voice of a child, and then he saw an eight or nine-year-old blond boy wearing a primary school uniform.

"Brown from the furniture store said the bookcase won't be delivered until tomorrow." He looked at Elise and said.

"Okay." She pushed Vincent forward, "Let me introduce to you, this is Louis, whom you have met before."

"Hello, Vincent." The boy stretched out his hand and shook it like a grown-up.

"Hello, Louis." Vincent said blankly, "Sorry, I can't remember what happened before."

"It's okay." Lewis touched his head, "Your room is in the attic. I'll take you to see it."

The attic is surprisingly large, almost half of the entire second floor.The ceiling slopes to both sides, with a small window protruding outward on the side facing the pedestrian street.

The bed and furniture are very new, and a wall is left next to the door to put a bookcase. It was obviously decided to make room for it in a hurry in one day, but it was carefully decorated and filled with a warm feeling everywhere.

"Thanks I like it very much."

This is Vincent's first real home in his two lives. He has a home.

Vincent went to bed early, but he didn't sleep well.

He had a nightmare after a long time. In the dream, his parents, whom he had never met before, were killed in front of him. They stopped breathing little by little, and he couldn't move or cry out. It was like being controlled by a pair of invisible hands, unable to do anything.

When Vincent woke up, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. When he saw the darkness in front of him, he began to tremble uncontrollably. The scenes in the dream were played over and over in his mind, and he could even hear someone screaming.

He instinctively moved out of bed to turn on the light, and fumbled for a long time before finding the switch.

There was a "pop", and the attic lit up. Everything was still the same, as if nothing had happened.

This feeling was very strange. Vincent had never been afraid of the dark in his previous life, but just now, he clearly felt the fear from the bottom of his heart. Just like rats are born to be afraid of snakes, it is an inexorable fear originating from the blood.

No, didn't he sleep well in the hospital yesterday? No, he fell asleep while reading the newspaper yesterday and didn't turn off the light at all.

What kind of thing is this? Although being afraid of the dark is harmless and at worst you can just sleep with the light on, it is too weird. I have never heard of anyone suddenly becoming afraid of the dark.

Vincent tried to turn off the light again, and the fear of darkness swept back instantly, and his newly warmed hands and feet began to become cold again. Even if he was mentally prepared in advance, it would not help.

Vincent quickly turned on the light and gasped for air. Now he didn't dare to turn off the light casually. This fear was as irresistible as a natural enemy.

Forget it, let’s sleep with the lights on first.Find time to check the information again, this is a magical world, nothing is impossible, I just hope he is not cursed.