Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

London, Paddington.

In the spacious Windsor Gardens residential area, in a three-story mansion on the right side of the road, a red-haired and bald man put down his wand, wiped his glasses with his gray robe, and placed it on the bridge of his nose again.

He turned to the young man next to him who had also just put down his wand and said: "Okay Carl, the memories of these Muggles have been processed. Just send them back later, but don't do anything like this next time." That’s it, old Perkins is still busy outside casting spells on those Muggles.”

Another person in the room, Carl, who was wearing a gray woolen coat and had a well-proportioned figure and short dark brown hair, smiled apologetically at Arthur Weasley and waved his wand to restore the messy appearance of his home to its original state. , then he rubbed his slightly red right wrist, gasping for air between his teeth: "Actually, I'm still confused about this matter now. My wife bought this teapot a few days ago. We have used antique porcelain to make tea several times without any problems, but today when my wife organized her friends to hold a tea party at home, she suddenly went crazy for some reason. "

As he spoke, Carl pointed his wand at the fireplace, and after waving towards himself, a transparent bubble wrapped a pot-bellied dragon-shaped monster, slowly flew out of the burning fireplace, and floated between Carl and Arthur.

The dragon-shaped monster trapped in the bubble seems to be very violent, constantly hitting the surface of the transparent bubble, and even spitting out steamy water splashes, hitting the seemingly thin bubble, but no matter how hard it tries, There was not a single ripple on the surface of this bubble. Even after absorbing the water it sprayed, the originally small bubble became larger and thicker.

"What surprised me the most is that although this dragon is transformed into a teapot, the water it spits out has magical power, and it even deformed other furniture in my house. However, the magic power is not as powerful as its own body. I can easily It can be solved, but I can't change this back."

Carl looked at Arthur solemnly, pointed his wand at the porcelain dragon that seemed to be getting more and more angry in the bubble, and said helplessly: "There is no other way, I can only use the bubble head charm to trap it in a cage made of water. .”

Hearing Karl's words, Arthur showed an expression of uncertainty on his face, but after several attempts, he had to seriously recruit the bubbles: "If the situation is as you said, This seems to be an unfamiliar deformation rule. I will take it back to the ministry later and let them analyze it with instruments, but..."

Arthur patted his old friend's shoulder and said with relief: "Fortunately, this matter didn't break out. You trapped the teapot as soon as it flew out. Otherwise, if it flew into the street, the crazy people from the Daily Prophet might have pointed it out. We are going to cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic. The election for Minister has not started yet. If something happens at this time, you will probably get into a lot of trouble. As far as I know, your brother and father support Barty Crouch. Coming."

While the two were talking, a tawny owl flew over and kept tapping on the window glass. Karl waved his wand and the window opened automatically, letting the owl in and dropping a letter. After it flew Automatically close when going out.

"Damn Ministry of Magic, when did you move so quickly?"

After Carl opened the letter, he sat on the sofa speechlessly and threw the letter to Arthur Weasley. Arthur took it and read it and laughed: "Using magic in front of Muggles will be fined 20 Galleons." , this fine is a trivial matter to you, a trivial matter."

After saying that, he glanced at the stairs again and asked: "Little Eric is not scared, is he? I remember if he should go to Hogwarts this year."

Karl crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the fireplace not far away. He stood up and took a sip of tea: "I wrote and asked Dumbledore. He said that Eric's name was in the student records of Hogwarts, so I don’t need to worry, but he hit his head when he fell down today. I mixed a potion for him and he will probably sleep until night. My wife just got angry with me because of this."

Arthur nodded and continued: "Fred and George are also going to Hogwarts this year. I wonder if they will become classmates... Oh, it seems that these Muggles are about to wake up. I You have to go back first.”

Halfway through the words, Arthur looked at the signs that one of the burly men on the sofa was about to wake up. Arthur said hello to Karl. Before he opened his eyes, he turned around and made a "pop" sound. Disappeared from the room.

Karl rubbed his face, used Legilimency to obtain the home addresses of the people on the sofa, and then pulled them to perform Apparition and disappeared from the room.

……

When Karl came back, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa expressionlessly, her long flaxen hair tied back, and she was holding a cup and drinking tea without saying a word.

Pointing upstairs, Karl rubbed his hair awkwardly and asked cautiously: "Wife, son...are you okay?"

Catherine put down the tea cup in her hand, took a deep breath, knocked on the coffee table, and looked at Karl who was standing there with an embarrassment with her penetrating eyes with a straight face: "Tell me, today What's happening here."

Before Karl could formulate his words, Catherine stood up excitedly, strode in front of him, poked his chest with her fingers, forced him back, and asked angrily: "Tell me. First, why did the Victorian porcelain I bought suddenly turn into a dragon after the tea was boiled? Why did it turn the house upside down? I have already told you not to use magic randomly at home. Why do you think so? I won’t listen.”

"I know you feel very uncomfortable after leaving the Ministry of Magic, but we don't have to be angry at all. Your magic power is unstable..."

"Do you know how scared I was when I saw Eric knocked down the stairs by that monster?"

Catherine's angry questioning downstairs became louder and louder, and gradually the sound could be heard upstairs.

And in the room on the second floor covered with sea-blue wallpaper, on the four-poster bed raised high, Catherine's angry voice echoed upstairs. The boy who had been lying peacefully just now, his eyelids suddenly trembled. When he got up, his body under the quilt was constantly sweating. As his breathing rate increased, his head began to tremble slightly, as if he was struggling for something.

Things in the room were no longer stable, and began to twist and deform in different ways as the boy trembled.On the bookshelf not far from the bed, a simple ring suddenly glowed, and slowly transformed into a small silver dragon in a burst of black light. It flapped its wings and flew over the boy, hovering around him. After a few rounds, a flash of light disappeared from above his body.

As it disappeared, the strange things in the room returned to calm. Only a dark green 2-inch-thick book lying flat on the top of the bookshelf fell off the right side of the bookshelf during the last bump. There was a soft sound.

The boy's breathing slowly became calmer, and along with the noise downstairs, he suddenly opened his eyes.