Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"So you're not going to take me home in person?" Dean asked.

"There is no need at all, Dean, this is a one-way ticket. If I come with you, then how I come back will be a problem - of course, if you are willing to return the wand to me in advance, then I am willing to run a Let’s go.” Mundungus still didn’t give up completely.

"No, I think I can handle it myself, thank you." After Dean confirmed that all the items for this trip to Diagon Alley were not missing, he said to Bock: "Mr. Bock, I'm ready, you can start at any time. ."

"Very good, but I remind you not to tell anything about what happened here, otherwise it will bring you big trouble." Bock reminded.

"I will." Dean nodded.

Even if Burke didn't tell him, he would keep his experience here a secret, not only because Borkin Burke is a shop that sells dark magic items, and being associated with it will lead to endless investigations by the Ministry of Magic, but also because Dean There is another secret here that I don’t want anyone to know.

"In that case, let's start!" After Bock finished speaking, he quickly stepped aside and made room for the bricks.

Dean immediately reached out to touch the brick. The moment he touched the brick, the familiar feeling came over him again. It seemed that there was a hook behind his belly button and it suddenly hooked forward with irresistible momentum. The feet lifted off the ground and flew up.

It flew forward like a gust of wind, and could not see anything clearly in front of me.

Dean's index finger stuck tightly to the brick, as if the brick had a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him over, and then his feet fell heavily to the ground.

Dean looked up and saw the familiar door of his home at No. 58 Gibbins Road, Newham, appearing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Judging from the outstanding effect of using the Confusion Spell on Dean's family, Dean had to admit that Mundungus, who owned a wand, was definitely a powerful wizard. It was no wonder that he could join the Order of the Phoenix, which is known for its elite.

After Dean returned from Diagon Alley, his family not only did not find it strange that he had been "missing" for a long time, they even turned a blind eye to the large number of items he brought back that had distinct characteristics of the magical world.

Even the long-eared owl "Alfie", who was extremely unsuitable for portkey travel and kept making angry and strange calls in the cage, was treated as an ordinary pet by the family.

Only Dean's little sister Knightley showed an extraordinary love for Alfie. She couldn't wait to grab the birdcage as soon as she saw Alfie, and publicly announced that Dean would take Alfie with her. She took care of Alfie until she went to Hogwarts.

After finally comforting Knightley, who was noisier than Alfie, Dean could finally relax on his bed and sort out what he had learned in Diagon Alley today.

First, five magic spells were activated: Occlumency, Follower Appearance, Unbreakable Vow, Confusion, and Oblivion. Among them, Occlumency was directly raised to the full level 7 by Dean.

It was so rewarding. If he could activate the spell at this speed every day, Dean would definitely become a spell master in no time - at least a theoretical one.

A special skill that can't be said to be useful or useless: "Wizard Chess Master".

At the same time, Dean also received three wands: Mundungus' pipe wand, a second-hand blackthorn wand and the Thunderbird wand that truly belonged to him.

In terms of the number of wands alone, Dean's confidence has surpassed that of most wizards. I don't know what Ron, his new friend who can only use his brother to replace the broken wand, would think if he knew about it. He probably wouldn't want to talk to him. Is he breaking off the relationship?

Dean already had a plan in mind as to how to arrange these three wands.

Among them, Mundungus's pipe wand will have to be returned to its original owner sooner or later, but Dean can use this wand to practice spells before officially enrolling. In view of the disgusting regulations of the Ministry of Magic that minors are not allowed to use wands outside of school, Dean can Ann had no choice but to make this move, which was the real reason why he had to take off the pipe wand no matter what.

After enrolling in school, Dean planned to register the blackthorn wand as his own: a Thunderbird wand was too conspicuous and could easily arouse the covetousness of others, especially dark wizards, if it was exposed before Dean was weak enough.

Erzebok accidentally revealed that the blackthorn wand must go through dangers and difficulties with its owner before it can truly integrate with the owner. Therefore, if Dean wants to make the blackthorn wand work like an arm, it must be used frequently. use.

In the three original books, Dean's wand will be broken by Voldemort's search team. Although Dean is confident that history will not repeat itself, this is ultimately an insurance policy to ensure the safety of his real wand.

As for the Thunderbird Wand, Dean is ready to use it as his trump card, because it is the wand that suits him best. Even if he is currently in a state of mental exhaustion and cannot use magic, as long as he holds the Thunderbird Wand, the "mental exhaustion" in his system will be eliminated. It will also become "mental power decline".

Although it's just a word difference, it means that Dean can use the spell normally.

The evaluation of the system can be changed, which can be seen from the increase of the Thunderbird Wand to Dean.

But these are nothing compared to what Dean gained during the time when he was teleported and disappeared by the wand door key.

When Dean was about to get the second-hand blackthorn wand at the Borkin Burke store, several prophetic pictures appeared in front of him like slides.

Yes, prophecy.

Dean immediately realized that it must be the work of Prokos's robe.

That's why Dean paused for a moment before taking out the blackthorn wand from the long box.

In the prophecy, Dean found that the trip was very short and safe, and there would be a very interesting harvest. Therefore, Dean knew that Burke had set a doorkey trap, but he still "fell into the trap" without hesitation.

The place where Dean was teleported was an abandoned castle. Most of the main body of the castle had collapsed, with only a towering spire still standing stubbornly among the ruins.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Dean arrived, he seemed to see a thin figure wrapped in a turban apparating away. He rubbed his eyes and found that nothing happened.

Dean thought it was a side effect of the portkey's use.

If he were suddenly teleported here at night, it would indeed be quite scary - for a normal 11-year-old boy.

Unfortunately, it was dusk now, so the gloomy effect was greatly reduced. Dean was no ordinary child. Even if he didn't have a system and didn't know magic, Dean still had absolute confidence in his skills.

Mundungus and Burke were doomed to make the wrong decision this time.

"The horror effect is a bit off." Dean curled his lips and commented, then immediately went straight to the tower according to the scene he saw in the prophecy.

In the prophecy, he was very pressed for time and would be teleported away almost as soon as he found the thing. Therefore, Dean just glanced at it hastily and had no time to study the ruins of the castle in detail, let alone guess where this place was.

After Dean ran to the foot of the tower, he immediately started rummaging through the ruins. Guided by the prophecy, he quickly found his target - it was pressed between the cracks of several broken bluestone slabs and tightly wrapped in parchment. A solid little package.