When will Hogwarts raise wages?

Dylan didn't expect that he would travel to a magical world. Although flower growers don't call it magic, most of them call it Taoism according to the old customs.

To be honest, when his grandfather brought a government official home and handed him the Hogwarts admission letter, Dylan's first thought was: How many surprises do you have in this world that I don't know about?

The second thought is: Wow! He can get rid of his father and uncle talking about him all day long. Here, entering the Flower Magic Institute is the same as taking the civil service exam in my previous life, without any challenge or fun.

So on the pretext of "obeying the arrangements of the country and organization", Dylan quickly packed his luggage and went to Hogwarts in the UK with various magical weapons given to him by relatives and friends.

In Hogwarts, he met his only fellow villager—Amotha Weasley, a character he had never seen in the original HP novels, and another unlucky guy who had the misfortune to travel through time.

Although they were not of the same sex, this did not prevent Dylan from treating Amosha as a good friend in the first few years.

At that time, the British wizarding world had just ended its first war with Lao Fu, and its vitality was severely damaged. Although the struggle between Gryffindor and Slytherin was not so intense, they did not like each other.

Dylan and Amotha agreed to meet at least once a week in a remote corner of the library or in the Room of Requirement, which was like an underground gang hookup.

The two of them rarely talked about their previous lives, and once they did, they would end up being extremely satisfied with their skin in this life and praising each other.

Dylan had always known that Amertha was beautiful and popular. In her third grade, there were boys from all houses who asked her to go to Hogsmeade, but she never agreed and declined them all.

"Although I am very happy, we are only thirteen! I can't accept it."

In the Room of Requirement, Amertha complained while writing a paper on Transfiguration.

"And you know what? Bill has been really weird lately. He keeps asking me what do you think of so and so. I suspect that if I go to Hogsmeade with a man, I will get a letter from my mother the next day!"

Dylan was quite gloating at that time.

"Don't tell me, think about it. You have six brothers. If you follow the habit of growing flowers, it's still a mystery whether you can successfully marry in this life."

"roll!"

When did you feel that he treated her differently?

Later, Dylan thought about it and realized that it must have been when he was in fifth grade. During the summer vacation, his cousin got married. As a member of his mother's family, Dylan naturally wanted to go.

Some relatives saw him at the wedding banquet and started teasing him.

"Oh, Yanyan is already married, you are the second in this generation, you are the next one!"

Dylan didn't take this seriously at the time, but in the first week of school, when he and Amosha met in the Room of Requirement as usual, a sentence flashed through his mind: quantitative changes finally led to qualitative changes.

"Dylan!" Amosha arrived at the Room of Requirement ahead of him and was already sitting on a chair diligently preparing for her homework.

For some reason, the moment Dylan saw her, he again recalled the words his relatives said at his cousin's wedding.

"My cousin got married last month." He suddenly said, startled by himself. Dylan didn't know why he wanted to talk about this topic with her.

"Oh," Amosha raised her head and glanced at him, "Nowadays, weddings with flowers are still in Chinese style, right? The one with Fengguanxiapei?"

Dylan didn't answer. He couldn't help but imagine what Amosha would look like if she put on her cousin's wedding dress.

But it was obvious that Amotha didn't care much about Dylan's reply. She reached for a piece of parchment and pushed it in front of Dylan:

"This is an OWLS year, and we have a lot to review! Hurry up and write down all your free time, and I will arrange a review plan for you."

Dylan took the parchment and followed Amotha's instructions obediently.

Amosha didn't tie up her hair today. Her hair had grown a lot longer after the summer vacation. Her long dark red hair swayed as she wrote and picked up a book, which was very dishonest.

The desk conjured up in the Room of Requirement was shaped like two people sitting side by side, so if Amotha moved, the ends of her hair would be thrown towards Dylan.

This made Dylan freeze up. The robe he was wearing was very thin. When the tip of his hair swept over the robe, Dylan felt it very keenly. The area where it was swept was itchy, which made him restless and had to He turned to Amosha and said:

"Do you know that your hair-"

Before she finished speaking, Amosha had already turned her head.

"what happened?"

"Ah, can you tie your hair up?" Dylan found that after she turned her head, the distance between the two of them was so close that he could even see the tiny freckles on her face.

After speaking calmly, he silently distanced himself from the two of them, feeling that his ears were a little warm.

"Oh, I didn't bring a hair tie today, so I didn't bother to tie it up." Amosha said, turning a quill into a hair tie and getting ready to tie her hair.

Dylan just stared at her movements and began to let himself go. The quill in his hand fell to the paper with a "pop", splattering a lot of ink dots, and then he came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you today? You've been in a daze for a few times. Are you so nervous about Owls?" Amosha saw that Dylan was not in the right state and was a little worried.

"Are you sick? Let me touch you."

Without any precaution, a hand directly covered his forehead. Dylan shook violently and held his breath involuntarily, not daring to make any big moves.

"Hey, your forehead is a little hot." Amosha put her other hand on her forehead for comparison. Seeing that her guess came true, she immediately became anxious.

"You have a fever! Hurry-"

Before Amosha finished speaking, she saw Dylan standing up and running directly to the door.

"What are you doing!"

"Go to the campus hospital to get a pick-me-up potion!"

"What's the hurry! You haven't got your bag yet!"

"You can't throw it away here!" Dylan turned around and shouted.

With a "pop", the door was closed by him.

Amosha didn't know what to say, shook her head, picked up the wand and helped Dylan clean up the ink spots on the parchment.