Hogwarts: I have graduated before the system came

Time soon came to August.

Douglas remained in the house for a month.

During the period, I sent some letters to some friends.

Of course, he didn't keep owls because he planned early on to hide from the Muggle world as much as possible.

This is thanks to his editor in the wizarding world, the reminder owl of Mr. Slane of Obscure Books.

I learned about the syllabus of the owl and newts exams for nearly five years in recent years from some graduates.

Fortunately, due to the population base of the wizarding world and the long lifespan of the examiners.

Most of the exam questions are basically unchanged.

In addition, he divided the contents of the textbook into practical chapters and theoretical chapters.

It should be mentioned here that every professor is entitled to choose his own textbooks.

Of course, Douglas didn't change much in this regard.

Classic is the best.

He is not as narcissistic as Lockhart, let the students study their own books.

The reason for wearing a vest to publish books in the wizarding world.

The main reason is his fear of Dumbledore's Legilimency when he was a student.

That's why he thought of using his unconstrained novel thinking as a cover.

It's a pity that not all of the students are named Harry Potter, and it's clear that Dumbledore didn't pay much attention to him.

It wasn't until he did those things at school that Dumbledore paid attention to him.

But thinking of Lockhart, Douglas always felt that he had overlooked something?

Glancing at the clock, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Douglas stretched his waist, looked through the window at the crescent crescent in the sky.

Can't help feeling:

"The moon is like a hook, tenderness is hard to fade... Fuck"

Suddenly, Douglas suddenly saw a car flying under the moonlight. It seemed that it was not very far away from him.

He suddenly remembered what it was.

Then quickly, raised the wand to the temple next to the eyes.

"The vision is closer!"

Suddenly, as if he was wearing a high-powered telescope, the distant scenery quickly zoomed in until he could clearly see the people in the car.

really……

There were four people in the car, three with red hair.

One of the twins he recognized as George and Fred, whom he had met at the Burrow years earlier.

The other was their youngest brother, Ron, but when he met him, he was still a child of seven or eight years old.

Most importantly, he saw a black-haired child with glasses.

"It looks familiar, is this Harry Potter?"

Before he could observe carefully, the car suddenly flew into a cloud.

Douglas frowned slightly, then put away his wand and rubbed his eyes.

"If I remember correctly, there is indeed this plot in the original book.

But according to the direction they were flying and the location of the Burrow, it meant that Harry Potter actually lived not too far from his home? "

Douglas tried hard to recall whether he had accidentally met the protagonist in his normal life.

"However, Mr. Weasley is quite talented. Should I also find a car and ask Mr. Weasley to modify it..."

The corners of Douglas' mouth curled up slightly.

About five years ago, Douglas had a good relationship with his top student, Bill Weasley.

On Christmas of that year, he was invited by Bill to spend Christmas together at The Burrow.

There he met, the future twins, and Ron, Ginny.

And Charlie, of course, but they'd known each other since school.

After staying at the Burrow for a week, Mr. Arthur Weasley asked him a lot about the Muggle world.

When he knew that Arthur hadn't started modifying Muggle cars, he made some comments from the sidelines.

It was also at that time that Douglas knew that completely converting Muggle items into magic items required profound knowledge of alchemy.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts does not offer alchemy courses, only the library has some alchemy books.

However, from Arthur's reaction, Douglas saw that although the Weasley family was not rich, it was obviously just a manifestation of money.

As one of the 28 sacred clans, it obviously has its own inheritance.

Douglas said he was not envious at all.

but……

It finally occurred to Douglas that he had been feeling like he was missing something.

Just after seeing the Weasleys, he finally remembered—Ginny, the diary, the Chamber of Secrets, the basilisk.

Too much time has passed...

In fact, when he was in the first grade, he even looked for the secret room.

And successfully found the bathroom where Myrtle was, and also found the faucet with the snake-shaped symbol that was not producing water.

Unfortunately, he doesn't speak Parseltongue.

Douglas rubbed his chin, thinking back to the previous Secondary Two moments.

"If I remember correctly, I seem to be next to the description of the Chamber of Secrets in a book "Hogwarts, A School History" in the library,

Write down where the secret room is and what's in it in pinyin.

It's still engraved next to that tap [Welcome Home Mr. Voldemort]..."

Thinking of this, Douglas couldn't help feeling a little ashamed that he had used a mature soul to do childish things.

I don't know if jumping the prophet will scare Voldemort.

But these are not what he should consider now.

The sky fell, and there was a tall man holding it up.

Now, Douglas needs to think about how to deal with the meeting with the editor at the end of the month.

Being urged is a very painful thing.

Time soon came to the end of August.

Douglas came to London with the manuscript that had been rushed out this month.

Between a bookstore and a record store, came across the Broken Ax bar.

Walking into the Broken Ax Bar, Douglas couldn't help curling his lips.

The layout of the bar is still so dim and simple, except for the bar counter, there are only a few tables in the shaded corners.

The only thing advertising the menu is a grimy poster behind the bar of a pork head appetizer.

That's right, it was designed by Douglas back then and hung here.

The pork head meat method was an exchange at the beginning.

As soon as he entered the bar, he was seen by the sharp-eyed store manager Tom.

"Oh, let me see who this is, Mr Holmes, the patron.

It's been a long time. Would you like a cup of butter beer? I treat you.

To celebrate you becoming..."

Douglas couldn't help coughing slightly, and couldn't help humming:

"Old Tom is as well informed as ever.

But thank you, I still have something to do in Diagon Alley, I will talk to you later. "

Old Tom shrugged casually, and went on wiping his glass.

He guessed who the other party was looking for. After all, the pork head meat appetizer was his hush money.

As the gatekeeper at the entrance to Diagon Alley, he still knows what to say and what not to say.

Douglas went to the small patio behind the bar on his own.

Pull out the wand, then use the trash can as the coordinates, count three bricks up, and then count two bricks across.

Tap it lightly with a magic wand.

Accompanied by a sound of rubbing, the sound of the bustling market suddenly came to my ears.

This is a long street paved with cobblestones, and there are various shops on both sides of the street.