Everyday players at Hogwarts

It's 4:10 pm, outside the conservatory of Hogwarts.

After Hermione's brief lecture, Ron regained his composure and cursed and told Harry about the Malfoy family's dirty work and their "great achievements."

"Hyvide? Are you hungry again?" Harry said as he took out pieces of toast from his pocket.

So far, Hedwig hadn't brought Harry anything.

Its daily life is to fly to Harry's side from time to time, peck Harry's ears, ask for a small bite of toast, and then fly back to the Owl House to sleep with the other owls on campus.

It was making Heavid's entire owl become much plumper.

However, today was different. Helvide did not refuse Harry's food. He held it behind the tip of his mouth and rested it on Harry's left shoulder. He stretched out his right leg and motioned for Harry to check.

It was a piece of paper with very messy handwriting:

Dear Harry:

I know you have no classes on Friday afternoon. I really didn’t expect you to go to Ravenclaw. I wonder if you could come over and have tea with me around three o’clock in the afternoon?

I'd love to hear how your first week goes. Please let Hedwig give me a reply.

Hagrid

Harry took out his quill and wrote hastily on the back of the note: Okay, I'd love to. See you soon.

Then let Hedwig fly away.

Fortunately, Harry still looked forward to having tea with Hagrid. The next hour felt like an eternity to Harry.

Not far away, Malfoy, after getting Harry's clear rejection, secretly lowered his voice and said weird things to Harry from time to time. Just after class, Harry was about to block him with Ron, who couldn't suppress his anger. But he quietly disappeared into the crowd.

"Malfoy is such a bad guy, why did he disappear after class?"

"Harry, I think he must have been frightened by the skills you showed in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ron frowned and said without paying attention to his words, which made the kind-hearted Harry start again. I feel guilty for accidentally hurting Quirrell.

Ryan watched this scene meaningfully, quietly observing the love spell on Harry's body that fluctuated with Harry's mood. But the only bad thing is that there are no wizards among Lily Evans' relatives.

This magic, as Harry left his mother's blood relatives, has gone into silence again, which makes Ryan very laborious and loses a lot of fun in cooking every day.

wrong! Isn't Dudley Dursley Harry's cousin?

Although a wizard cannot make a mortal become a wizard, this does not mean that Ryan has no way. Doesn't Knockturn Alley have a lot of raw materials?

Ryan thought of this good idea and couldn't sit still. The phoenix incarnation flashed past, turned into a human form, and appeared in Diagon Alley, but no one noticed.

Ryan's physical body, under the link of Ryan through the Lord God, still maintained his usual thinking habits. get out of class just ended, so he returned to the dormitory alone.

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Jason Custer is a dark wizard who was influenced by the great Mr. Borkin. After Mr. Borkin made a fortune from "Doraemon", he also broke away from his previous vulgar life and began to go to Diagon Alley from time to time. The store depends on the location.

This does not mean that he is good enough under Mr. Borgin. You must know that there was a student union president who was born in Slytherin who once worked under him. I heard that this outstanding senior was particularly good at persuading others to hand over their treasures. For sale in stores.

However, after the death of Prziba Smith, who was very famous at the time, the senior resigned. Also disappearing mysteriously was the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, which was originally assigned to the senior as a mission to convince everyone. The legendary treasure that Ziba Smith sold.

However, unexpectedly, Mr. Borgin did not report the matter, but instead suppressed it. Finally, a house elf named Hermione (Hao Qi, Jason Custer misremembered) took the blame and said it was I was too old and mistakenly put poison in the hostess's evening cocoa tea.

The story is crooked, Jason Custer is not outstanding, he just has a clean financial record and no criminal record.

He is very smart, and he always uses inducement to murder a good-looking male Muggle, just to vent his anger. Moreover, you can also use them as raw materials to make some cursed items (after you get tired of playing with them). Jason is not afraid of being discovered at all. His targets are all guys who like to hike and travel to remote places.

Their bodies are stronger, more suitable for more complex gameplay, and less likely to be broken.

Jason usually put scraps in places where wild dragons often hang out. Muggle body parts are already very common in these places.

But recently, Jason has been too busy to entertain himself due to watching the show, and recently, several new companions have disappeared inexplicably.

From Jason's point of view, this was normal. They were all well-known figures, and they had the blood of more than one wizard on their hands. It was normal for them to attract revenge from their enemies, but he was different.

Jason thought as he stroked the wand in his sleeve. It was important to keep contact with the wand in Knockturn Alley.

Suddenly, Jason felt as if he had passed through some invisible membrane. Jason raised his eyes, no, this is not right!

This is definitely not Knockturn Alley!

"Hoo ho ho!!!" The dragon roars that Jason was familiar with came from the distance. This was the Welsh Green Dragon, the most common wild dragon in Britain.

"What is this forest? It's so familiar."

"No matter what, I have to get out of here first. An adult Welsh Green Dragon is 18 feet tall, and I didn't bring anti-dragon perfume!" Jason thought, sweating profusely.

Then, he began to look around, barely determined his own position through the position of the sun, and slowly backed away.

"Crack!" Jason suddenly turned his head, and it turned out to be a piece of bone, and he felt a cold sweat.

"No! This one is? The Muggle one! My favorite one! If he hadn't been broken, I would have been too." Jason discovered through the traces of his own bad taste on the bones.

"How could it be! It hurts! Spare me! I'm Mr. Borgin's man! Help!" The moment Jason's eyes touched the bone.

He suddenly fell down, his eyes were facing the bone, his whole body was twitching, begging for mercy in every possible way.

Ten minutes passed, and in invisible fear, he lost his life.

"Really, until you died, you didn't realize that the pain you suffered was what this victim had experienced."

"Why don't you repent, for the sake of this innocent life, so that you can be happy."

"You are the 51st one. If I hadn't suddenly had an inspiration, I'm afraid it would be your turn next month, or if you commit another crime." A figure appeared, it was Ryan, shaking his head and sighing.

He had been standing in front of Jason, his whole person fading into the void, like a ghost.