Spell Players at Hogwarts

The life of wizards is full of changes. Compared with the past few decades or even a century, Diagon Alley, which was only busy when Hogwarts started school, seems to have taken on new vitality.

The crowds coming and going, the cheers and exclamations made the mystery that should have been on the wizard's head disappear.

If it weren't for the architectural style of the past, people who didn't know it would have thought they were walking on the streets of the busiest Muggle city.

However, the hustle and bustle in Diagon Alley has nothing to do with Harry Potter.

"It's been a dream year, hasn't it, Hedwig?"

In a small bedroom of the Dursley's house at No. [-] Privet Drive in the Little King District, Harry was sitting on the ground bored and teasing Hedwig in the cage.

Compared with life in the past ten years or so, the situation at the Dursleys' house has improved significantly this year.

And it all starts with that letter and those few people.

To put it in a more casual way, my name is Harry Potter and I am a wizard!

It was precisely because of his identity as a wizard that he moved it out of the cupboard under the stairs.

The first few days of the holiday were quite happy. The cousin who used to bully me has really turned into a fat pig. Well... this is a metaphor. After all, they don't know that they can't use magic here, not at all. no!

The wand has become a decoration, even the magic props...

Harry took out the small black box with the screen from his pocket.

This is the Tmall Elf. Its inventor, Lynch, prefers to call this thing a mobile phone. He probably got the inspiration from the Muggle world.

It's a pity that the excellent magic props that I purchased in advance through internal means have become just a decoration.

The root cause that changed all this was the warning letter sent from the Ministry of Magic.

Could it be that he would use a magic wand to blow up his house to the sky, using magic or something, as long as it was not discovered by others?

Why do I receive notifications when I use magic props, and directly in a way similar to a roaring letter?

This was supposed to be a happy vacation, but my happiness only lasted...three days?

Taking it out of the cupboard, Dudley was as trembling as a mouse seeing a cat.

Even if it is a warning, you can just deliver it directly to me. How can I, Harry Potter, the winner of the grade challenge, still be illiterate?

What about the most basic trust between the Ministry of Magic and wizards?

There is nothing in the school leaving agreement that says not to use magic props!

Well now, within three days the Dursleys knew they couldn't use magic outside of school.

Although Uncle Vernon didn't ask him to move out, and the food wasn't what it used to be, his attitude of treating himself as nothing... well, that was okay.

But Dudley, was he really... really not afraid that he would conjure up a pig tail for him?

Has he always been so brave?

"Goo?"

Hedwig tilted her head. She didn't quite understand what was going on in her little master's head, but that didn't stop her from flapping her wings in the cage.

Hedwig: If you have time to complain, you might as well send me to deliver two letters or something!

"Don't move, Hedwig. Sorry, just be quiet for a moment."

Hearing the noise Hedwig made, Harry quickly woke up from his sleepwalking state.

However, it was still too late. Because the cage was too narrow, Hedwig kept hitting the fence of the cage and made a cooing noise from her mouth.

(Actually, owls and pigeons are distant relatives?)

And this also caused the male owner of the house to roar.His arm hit the door like the troll Harry had seen on Halloween.

The door panel made an overwhelming muffled sound.There was the sound of a bunch of metal hitting each other. At a glance, it looked like five or six door locks.

"Boy, quiet that stupid bird of yours, you know what day it is. If you dare to cause trouble..."

"I know, I know!" Harry said quickly, trying to interrupt the other party's spell casting.

"Don't interrupt me!"

bang~

There was another heavy knock on the door, and then Uncle Vernon's voice sounded again.

"The Masons will be guests at home today, and this is related to..."

"Your big rig business, I'll tell Hedwig to quiet down and promise not to go out and cause trouble, right?"

Harry lay on the bed and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze. Then the door opened with a creak, and Uncle Vernon's fat face appeared at the door.

"Listen kid, if you dare to do anything...anything weird, you'll only have white bread this week."

"Ah, yes, thanks."

Harry responded with a normal expression, then turned his face to the outside of the window.

The sky was getting dark, and Harry didn't know what to say through the railing-like iron net.

"It's best this way. The Masons are coming soon. Mind your birds."

"I see."

bang~

The door was slammed shut, which made Harry couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't Qiu and the others know how to reply to my letter?"

Harry looked at the scenery outside the window a little melancholy, and couldn't help but think about what Qiu would be doing at this time.

Help out at Tmall Tavern, chat with a group of people, and then be surrounded by someone...

Cedric, you're a thief.

"Hedwig, are you sure you delivered the letter? Could it be that it was delivered to the wrong place?"

Harry couldn't help but sit up and look at Hedwig in the cage.

However, Hedwig just couldn't help but spread her wings, and then tried to howl.

The human being in front of me actually questioned its professionalism. Do you dare to open the cage? I will make a hole in your head and see what is inside your head.

"But why didn't you bring back even a letter?"

Harry couldn't help complaining, "Maybe you should hand it to them in person instead of putting it in the mailbox, what do you think?"

"Goo!"

Hedwig stood up angrily, wanting to teach this human cub a lesson.

"Goo!"

"Ah, okay, okay, Hedwig, calm down, it's all my fault, my fault."

Harry apologized sincerely. After all, in this small house, only Hedwig could listen to his complaints.

Without the Internet, magic cannot be used, and there are no replies from friends. Lynch is indeed right. This method of communication is really inconvenient.

Maybe everyone replied to you, but your phone was not turned on, so you didn’t receive it?

Otherwise, how could no one remember me?

Qiu clearly sent a message to him before the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic.

It is impossible for me, Harry Potter... to have no friends!