Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

When they were about to leave Diagon Alley, they met the red-haired Weasley family at the Leaky Cauldron, who were about to enter Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the new semester. Carl pulled Arthur and ran to Tom's counter, shouting for a drink. A glass of wine, and mother Catherine and Mrs. Weasley also got together and chatted about the current fashion trends. A wizard and an ordinary person without magical ability sat together and chatted so happily. Eric always felt that the style of painting Very weird.

And Eric, who officially occupies his body, although he is used to the decoration and style of the 80s, he still cannot agree with the trends they pursue. It is like a young man in 2021 looking back at the non-mainstream in the early 2000s. There is always a feeling of discomfort when killing Matt.

"Hello, you are the Welfare boy, Eric. I am Charlie Weasley, and these are my brothers, Percy, George, and Fred."

The strong Charlie pulled Eric, who was holding the owl and seemed to be standing "at a loss", to sit next to their brothers, and enthusiastically introduced Eric in detail: "Per and I Xidu is from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts, I am in the sixth year, Percy is in the third year, and Fred and George are also freshmen this year."

Eric chatted with them for a few words, raised his hand and asked Old Tom for a few drinks, as a celebration of meeting some new friends.He held up the cup and looked carefully at the immature Weasley brothers in front of him.

Charlie has not turned black yet, is slightly shorter than Percy, looks a bit strong, and is very talkative and active. He has not stopped talking after sitting down, discussing some details of the Quidditch game with his twin brother; Percy has not yet worn it. He wears glasses and doesn't have the arrogance he had after becoming a prefect, but his nerdy vibe is still quite obvious.As for George and Fred, although they seem to be the kind of clever guys, they haven't gotten into the bad habit of giving Weasley magic items to everyone they meet. As for who is who between them?Sorry, my biological mother sometimes can't tell the difference, and Eric can't even recognize him.

Arthur and Carl seemed to have finished chatting over there. The two drank a toast with their hands raised high. Then Eric saw his father take out a handful of galleons from his pocket and stuff it into Arthur's pocket, and Arthur Way Sly blushed and tried desperately to push it back, but Karl stopped him and said something. After hesitating for a while, he nodded, but he still took out half of it and tried to push it back, but Karl hit him on the shoulder. Fist, greeted his wife and son and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

On the way home, Carl reported the conversation he had just had with Arthur to Catherine who was driving: "The Ministry of Magic has suffered a bad reputation these days due to the teapot incident, especially Cornelius Fudge, who has borne the brunt of criticism from many people. However, Bagno is still a year away from retirement, and there are still many opportunities for Fudge to operate. Arthur told me that on Halloween, the Daily Prophet is going to open a bet on who will be elected as the next minister. I I gave him 100 Galleons and asked him to help me give 50 Galleons to Fudge, and the other 50 Galleons should be considered as thanks for his help in this incident."

Catherine drove the car and replied while waiting at the red light: "Arthur's family are all good people, and thanks to his help this time, next time when his wife celebrates her birthday, I will give them more gifts. But. Why are you so supportive of Fudge? As far as I know, your former colleague and boss is not a wise character."

"Among the current ministerial candidates, Barty Crouch has the highest prestige, and Fudge has the most power and friends, but compared to Barty Crouch, who is a bigger person..." Realizing that his son was sitting in the back, Carl rolled his tongue and swallowed the dirty words: "...I would rather support this old fool Fudge when this old guy takes over. Besides, my father and brother, who claim to be noble, both support Barty Crouch. How could I possibly Their wishes were granted.”

It seemed that some unhappy topic was involved. The couple was silent for a while. Catherine freed up a hand to touch the back of her husband's head, expressing some relief to him.

"By the way, I sent a letter to my parents. I told them about Eric going to Hogwarts. I hope the old couple won't faint from excitement."

"My parents are probably still exploring Australia right now, but they would be happy to know that their grandson can go to a magic school."

"Yeah, although dad has never expressed his position on this matter, I can still feel the regret in his heart."

After Catherine finished speaking, the car fell into silence. Karl came over, picked up her right hand holding the steering wheel, put it to her mouth, kissed her affectionately and said, "It's okay, honey, I understand too."

Eric, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at his parents in the front seat and touched his chin with a painful look on his face. He felt that the amount of information was a bit overwhelming.

His father seemed to have some conflicts with Barty Crouch, and there were also some gaps between his father's side and the Welfare family, but because of such a grudge, he suppressed Fudge wins?

Eric, who is familiar with Harper's history, naturally knows that although Cornelius Fudge is useless and will only cause chaos, he will indeed be the Minister of Magic for the next few years. It was not until Voldemort caused trouble in the Ministry of Magic that he Retiring from the position of minister can be regarded as a happy death.

Although he didn't accomplish anything big during his several years in office, he didn't lose his reputation either.

As for the Daily Prophet's bet on who will be the next Minister of Magic?50 galleons for Fudge?

Aren't you just picking up money for free?

There are also mysterious grandparents. Well, as for why it is said to be mysterious, it is because Eric only has a few fragmentary memories of the old couple in his memory. It seems that he has not seen them since he was five years old.

Think about it, after making so much money, what can you do if you don’t travel and explore?

But after a while Eric put all these messy things behind him. When he got home, he couldn't wait to move a lot of books into his bedroom.

Just as he was stacking the books on the bookshelf one by one, he saw a dark green book sandwiched between the bookshelf and the wardrobe. He picked up the book and saw his name written on the title page. He flipped through a few pages and saw After each page started with a date, he knew it was a diary without even thinking about it, and casually threw the notebook on the bedside table.

When it was time to eat lunch, his mother Catherine spent a long time dragging him away from the book "Theory of Magic".

"Let me watch for a while, Mom, I'm not hungry. I'll immediately understand how the magic is released."

It was useless to fight, especially when his stomach was dissatisfied. After seeing his mother lock the door, Eric reluctantly sat at the dining table.

Karl looked at his son who was competing with the steak, and smiled and advised: "Don't worry, son, you will have plenty of time to practice magic when you get to school, but remember, don't fumble around on your own, there are too many amazing talents in history. The wizard died because of a small mistake or impatience."

Catherine also warned her son: "If you use magic at home before school starts, I will lock up all your books."

In the next period of time, Eric learned the descaling spell (cleaning it up), fluorescent flashes and simple repair spells at home. After reading the book "Magic Theory", Eric had an extra skill in the skill bar. New skill "Magic Theory".

"Passive skill - Magic Theory: Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent. When you study seriously, the speed at which you master the magic will be greatly improved. When you have close contact with a wizard casting spells, you have a chance to directly learn the magic. ( It's a good trick, but it's mine now.)"

As for the spells he had mastered, although only fluorescent flashing was recorded as a skill by the system, it also made him see a new path.

So Eric waved his wand at home every day, trying to cast the offensive spell he had memorized while watching movies in his previous life, but no matter how hard he tried, the wand could only spit out some colored sparks.

On the contrary, the proficiency of fluorescent flicker increased rapidly, and soon it was almost full of 100 proficiency. Until one night half a month later, when Eric was studying upgrading fluorescent flicker in the room, the tip of the wand suddenly spiked. A bolt of lightning struck the chandelier to pieces. The falling chandelier fragments not only damaged the four-poster bed, but also almost hit him.

Mother's warnings are usually serious.

The frightened Catherine angrily put away all his magic books, leaving only a copy of "Monsters and Where to Find Them" by Newt Scamander for him to learn theoretical knowledge.

But no matter how angry Catherine was, Eric was still filled with excitement when his first skill was upgraded to level 2.

"Magic: Phosphorescent Flash (Level 2): ​​After casting this skill, you can create a light source of any size and brightness that can be controlled by the host and emit the light source. (A must-have skill for mages, you can pick up the light spell after clicking on it. Charge.)"

Unlike other skills, the skill proficiency was directly canceled after fluorescent flicker was upgraded. Eric guessed that it was because the upper limit of this spell was not high, so it was directly maxed out.

Looking at the much empty room that had been restored to its original state by Karl, and looking at the fluorescent flashes in the system skill bar that had reached level two, Eric closed his eyes and lay down with satisfaction.

There was a muffled sound of "Bang~", and the body that had just laid down immediately bounced up. Eric gasped and covered the back of his head and jumped around the room. When he fell down, he didn't pay attention to the angle and hit his head. On the bedside table beside the bed, he grabbed a book randomly with his eyes blurred by tears due to pain.

"Huh? Isn't this a diary?"

After rubbing the sore back of his head, Eric threw it aside and prepared to lie down and sleep.

I don't know whether it was because of the pain or because he had been "sleeping" for ten years before. He was in great spirits. He glanced at the hour hand and it pointed to 10 o'clock. Eric rolled over on the bed and finally opened the door. The bedside table lamp, I want to see what I wrote in my previous diary.

But as he turned over a few pages, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally he couldn't help but snap the diary shut, looking at the new tasks that were refreshed in front of him with a complicated face.