Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

On the streets of downtown London, a car was driving wildly, sometimes hitting a trash can on the roadside, sometimes scraping against a lamppost, and even occasionally occupying the opposite lane and driving in the opposite direction, completely like a road. Like a killer.

But no matter how pedestrians and drivers passing by raised their middle fingers and cursed at it, the young man driving was still cheerful. He even waved to a driver who rolled down his window and was about to get angry, and kindly took a newspaper out of thin air. Caught it and stuck it on someone's windshield.

"Karl, didn't I tell you to drive slower? If you continue like this, the traffic police will come and revoke your driver's license before you get home."

Catherine, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, glared dissatisfied at her husband who was driving carelessly in front of her, and carefully protected her son beside her to prevent him from being bumped by the swaying car.

But Eric just spread his legs slightly and fully supported his body, while answering the constant questions of his mother beside him.

Although they are all embarrassing questions, such as whether I am used to eating at Hogwarts, whether I sleep soundly, whether my female classmates are pretty...

Wait, isn’t that last question inappropriate?

Karl, who was driving, also raised this doubt tacitly, but Catherine forcefully retorted him: "Shut up Karl, Eric has never brought any female classmates home to play with him since he was a child, and in elementary school At that time, the teacher also said that he had never spoken to a girl..."

Eric suddenly felt something was wrong as he listened, and looked at his mother with a frown and speechlessness.

What's the meaning?Do you suspect that I am Gai?

"Ahem, actually, I made a friend at Hogwarts."

Eric subconsciously adjusted his posture, moved away from his mother, supported the seat and sofa, and said to his parents: "Her name is Romer."

"Oh, really? What's her last name? Where does she live? How old is she? How many people are there in the family?"

When Carl heard this, he immediately sat upright, excitedly looking at his son in the mirror in the car, and spouting countless questions like a barrage of questions.

Catherine quickly slapped him on the back of his neck, interrupting his continuous questioning.When her husband finally calmed down, a peaceful smile appeared on her face: "Don't worry, child, tell your parents slowly."

Eric held his chin in thought for a while, then carefully considered his words and replied: "I don't know her last name very well. She lives in Hogwarts Castle. There should be no one at home. As for her age, I think she should leave." A thousand years old is still a little short of that.”

Hearing his son's answer, Carl slammed on the brakes. With a long squeaking sound, their Rolls-Royce drew an arc and stopped in front of a bridge.

Karl turned around in disbelief and looked at his son with a ridiculous expression: "You said, is this still a woman?"

"No, she is a ghost, living in the astronomy tower."

With a bang, Karl's throat twitched, his head turned a little again, and he looked at his wife blankly, opening and closing his mouth not knowing what to say.

Catherine on the side had already covered her forehead speechlessly. After struggling for a long time, she asked her son: "Apart from this ghost, have you made any other friends, girls?"

"Yes, I am familiar with all the Gryffindor girls. There is also a white-haired girl from Slytherin named Aleistana, who is my partner in Potions class."

The couple watched their son say several names that were obviously girls one after another, and involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief. The two looked at each other a few times, and completed a communication between their eyes.

Karl made a fist in front of his mouth and coughed twice. After attracting Eric's attention, he slowly said: "That's it, son, after you left home, we tidied up your room, and then put it in your room." I found a diary in the bedside table...I swear I didn't mean to peek at it, but it was open when I picked it up."

He reached out and rummaged for something in the passenger's storage box. After searching for a long time, he found a green diary from the box that had been cast with a traceless stretching spell, and handed it to Eric.

"The story written in the book is indeed wonderful, but your mother is a little worried. She always feels that you may have been stimulated when you wrote this story."

Eric took the book in confusion, glanced at the worried parents in front of him, and felt a little confused.

Why is there another diary?Didn’t I burn it before?

Opening the green leather cover, Eric looked at the immature note written on the title page, "I would like to commemorate the world I have traveled.", and bad thoughts arose in his heart.

But after flipping through it quickly, he felt relieved and closed the notebook with a relieved smile.

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I'm fine. This is just a story I wrote when I wanted to be a writer, but then I gave up on the idea, so I hid it."

"You used to be quite a writer? Why didn't I hear you tell us?"

Catherine looked at her son in surprise. For the first time, she felt that she could not see through him. Her son had grown up under her eyes for 11 years, and she did not even know that he had had a dream of being a writer.

Eric shrugged, looked at his surprised mother beside him, and explained: "That was an idea I had a long time ago. Later, I gave up the idea because I went to school."

"This~"

The couple looked at each other, and Catherine continued: "But your story is really good. I think you might as well treat it as a hobby and create it completely. Your uncle has a publishing house. By then, Mom can also help you arrange publishing."

"Besides, at the moment I still think learning magic well is the most important thing."

If there is no system, maybe he really has the intention to be a copywriter and continue to write down the stories in the notebook.But now that I have a system, and it is still unknown how powerful the enemy I will face in the future, there is really no point in wasting time on this kind of thing.

not to mention!

When the car continued to move smoothly, Eric turned over the papers written in English one by one in front of him with an expressionless expression, the emotion in his eyes was extremely cold.

It is still unclear whether this "Source Project" story will cause unexpected waves if it is sold out.

He didn't expect that little Eric actually wrote two diaries when he was alive!

This was a bit unexpected for him, and during a rough look through it, Eric discovered that the events recorded in this diary were very different from the diary he burned.

'interesting! '

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Eric's mouth. He looked at the words written on a piece of paper and his eyes gradually became empty.

"...I followed the rebels outside the city, but was surrounded by countless robots. A slender mechanical transformation man came in front of me and aimed its white ion weapon at my forehead. I saw the mask of illusory light on its face changing as the voice sounded: 'Pure human, a canvas never seen before, you will become my work, full of poetry...'"

"Although I don't understand why the voice of a robot makes me hear such crazy killing intent, even though I know it can't kill me, I still feel fear in my heart, especially the ion gun barrel that still emits high temperature My soul trembles when I am near.”

"Even though I have escaped and returned home at this moment, the horrible images that never happened often appear in my heart, like a movie clip, reflected in my soul."

"I also know the name of the guy in front of me. In the dream, he was one of my favorite heroes when playing games."

"The fortune teller——Kada Jin, and in that world, his name is——Source Plan·Sublimation"

……

The pages of the book were turned one by one, and finally they landed on the line of childish fonts on the title page. Only then did Eric understand the source of the discomfort he felt in his heart when Hans pointed a gun at him while traveling through the world of Chixi Town.

His fingers curled and his knuckles tapped lightly on his knees, feeling suddenly ridiculous.

How many secrets does this guy have hiding?