HP Alternative Conquest

On the first floor of the bookstore are several rows of huge bookshelves, and students are constantly interspersed among them, looking for their textbooks. Bazel, who was walked around by the bad taste of the bookstore like these children yesterday, is now exactly where he wrote down yesterday. Found the book he was looking for.Using the Shrinking Curse on several tomes, Bazel leisurely went up to the second floor with a copy of "Hogwarts, A School History".

"Hmm," a clerk at the counter smiled and shook his head at Bazel, "Sir, the second floor is the consumer area. You need to buy some things before you can rest here." Bazel subconsciously nodded, reaching for his pocket , with an unchanging smile, "Do you offer any desserts here? I think it would be best to have matching drinks."

"Of course, sir." When the clerk lowered his body to take the bill, Bazel quickly took out a few small notes from his pocket and turned them into Galleons. He forgot to ask his father for money, and it seemed that he had to make up later.When the clerk raised his head, Bazel still looked at him with a smile. "What grade are you in? Are you here so early to start school?"

After ordering a chocolate mousse with black coffee, Bazel shook his head, "I'm a freshman this year." The clerk smiled apologetically, "I wish you a happy day, please find a seat first, and the dessert will be here in a while." Bazel nodded , found a seat by the window and sat down.

Opening the book to read, Bazel is not the kind of person who reads quickly. Although he has an excellent memory, he enjoys the fun in the text, and the black and white printing with the fragrance of ink will give him a different feeling.Compared with the sense of accomplishment and perfect response brought by the successful experiment, this is a kind of serene beauty. The feeling of being wrapped in words is like being in a mother's palace, which is natural and stretched, safe and novel.

The words formed jumping notes and danced in his eyes, and the sentences composed of words and words depicted beautiful pictures one after another.A book enough to get lost in reading without Bazel noticing the sudden appearance of a snack in front of the table.

And, there was a light tapping sound in front of him, and a paper crane lightly hit the table.Bazel raised his head, opened the paper crane, and gorgeous characters appeared on it, "I don't intend to disturb you, but I must remind you that the time for the Transformation Curse is coming soon. '

He didn't look up to find the owner of the paper crane. The person didn't leave a name to prove that he didn't want to be exposed. Bazel turned the fork into a quill, drank some coffee, and wrote on the paper crane, "Thank you for your concern, but I must declare that my Transfiguration spells last a long time. 'The slightly proud arc is attached to the gorgeous line above, and Bazel's font is biased towards the Gothic meander, with some clear corners, which are clear and elegant.

Restoring the paper crane to its original state, Bazel didn't care about it. Instead, he took out a shrunken tome and restored it. "Thousands of Herbs and Miasmas" Bazel consciously regarded it as popular science. encyclopedia.While sipping coffee, browsing memory, closing his eyes from time to time to replay what he saw just now, the rapid movement of the eyeballs under the eyelids means that the brain of the owner of the eyes is running at high speed.

Opening his eyes again, Bazel saw the paper crane lying obediently on the book this time, raised his eyebrows slightly, Bazel got up and walked to the bar, "Is there anything I can help you, sir?" Guests who don't give change are always welcome.

"I need a quill, paper, and ink." Bazel smiled. "I need to take notes." The clerk said seriously while taking the things, "You must be a Ravenclaw."

"Maybe, but it's not up to me to decide, is it?" Bazel blinked, his amethyst-like eyes dazzled the clerk.Returning to his seat, Bazel picked up a new quill to absorb ink, quickly wrote down what he remembered just now on the parchment, and then opened the paper crane.A series of movements were swift and unintentional, as if it should be so.

'How long will it last? 'Compared to the slightly brisk brushstrokes just now, the corners of Bazel's mouth raised slightly, obviously this gentleman is also a little bored. 'Depending on the volume and similarity of the shapeshifter, I could sit here until ten o'clock tomorrow night without being kicked out. '

The reply came quickly, and Bazel looked at the paper crane that opened automatically and raised an eyebrow. Ravenclaw will not accept speculators. '

'And what about Slytherin? '

'Slytherins don't take hemp. "It seems that this person is a Slytherin, the pride in the text is like every time Academician Wenson writes about the medals he won, but Bazel blinked and 'wait and see'

'Hopeless struggles only make you a laughing stock. '

'Thanks for the advice, kind sir, Bazel Slater, PS, why does sage have to grow next to sisal? '

The Slater family was not well-known in the wizarding world, so there was no pressure on Bazel to put his name on it. 'Because sisal protects the growth of sage. PS I will follow you. '

Bazel smiled and didn't care. He just continued to write what he didn't understand in the reply. The other party's answer was very concise and precise. It didn't look like the fun before, and it turned a little serious.

Gradually, Bazel discovered that the other party could be called knowledgeable. After all, not all experts can remember the basic reaction ring keys. Compared with recalling them, it will be faster to let them calculate them on the spot.

When the question involved black magic, Bazel made it clear that he didn't like the wizarding world's definition of black and white magic. The other party seemed rather helpless, but his tone still reflected his unique pride.

Ding Dong sounded, and Bazel looked at the clock in the bookstore. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, that is to say, he missed lunch, and his parents who followed Professor McGonagall to Diagon Alley still didn't come back.Looking at the few questions recorded on the parchment and the still unanswered paper crane, Bazel shook his head, maybe that person had left long ago.

Stretching his arms, he continued to read the "Wizard Chronicle" that he hadn't finished reading. To be honest, the records on it were much more serious and boring than the school history.

Footsteps came, and Professor McGonagall came up to see Bazel, who was studying history books, coughed twice, "Mr. Slater, we are going back."

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall." Closing the book, Bazel was a little disappointed to see that there was still no movement on the desktop, but he didn't stop there. Under the helpless eyes and Professor McGonagall's serious stare, Bazel felt a little bit fled.

Until returning home, Bazel scratched Alger's chin, "I think, I found a good teacher, although I still don't know why he left." Alpha held his collar, groaned twice, and blinked his black eyes blinked.Bazel chuckled, "I'll try my luck again tomorrow, but this time I can't wear Muggle clothes, and the clerk will notice."

Lying back on the bed, Bazel muttered, "There are still enough Galleons." Then he fell into a deep sleep, and the knowledge he had learned throughout the day made his brain desperately need to relax.

Early the next morning, Bazel got up, "Alger, don't grab my clothes." Opening his eyes, the creature in front of him was not Alger but a golden eagle.A veritable albino species, Bazel raised his eyebrows, "Alger, you're out of beef today." If you put any bird in, it's still a phoenix.

Looking carefully, there was a letter tied to the golden eagle's paw. There was no signature on the envelope, but the distinctive font made Bazel recognize the owner of the letter.Well, the messenger from the magic world, "I'll give you Alger's veal." Patting the golden eagle on the forehead, Bazel put the letter on the bedside table and got up to wash.

After coming out of the bathroom, Bazel looked at the two who got along well, um, they got along fairly well, "Alger, don't bully it." Poor guy, the hair on his head was almost burned off.Alger spread his wings and stood in its place.Picking up his wand, Bazel clicked "Grow Fast" on the golden eagle's head. This is a spell to promote the growth of plants. I don't know what effect it will have on animals.Looking at the golden eagle that quickly turned into a parrot, Bazel had to cut off the overgrown feathers.

Bazel had time to open the letter when the golden eagle stood aside aggrievedly.Seeing the contents of the letter, Bazel suddenly laughed. Obviously, this gentleman had gone back to the bookstore, because the letter contained the answer to his question, and there was a postscript saying that he helped Bazel pay the money, even though he didn't An explanation for leaving, but Bazel is already very satisfied.As for the payment, Bazel blinked. The other party didn't think he just wanted to buy it, did he?

"Baal, you got up late today." Mrs. Slater raised her eyebrows slightly, her movements were very cute. "Believe me, dear mother, if you had a little less victory yesterday, I would have woken up earlier."

Thanking the butler for the sandwich, Bazel thought for a while, "I still need to go to Diagon Alley today." Mr. Slater closed the newspaper, "It's the same as you asked to go to the Academy of Sciences before."

Bazel bowed his head. He hasn't been to the Academy of Sciences for half a month, because the Academy of Sciences is in a mess now, Bazel nodded and said, "A few days ago, a scientist proposed the idea of ​​a 'simulated patient'. Grandpa Wensen these days We are busy studying the feasibility."

"Do you think it's feasible?" Mr. Slater looked at his son with a little interest, and Bazel frowned, "I'm good at biological medicine, not machinery. But according to that scientist, it may be possible to use 'simulated patients' to do it in the future." Drug testing."

"Actually you can do epidermis research, if that project can be successful." Mr. Slater smiled, but Bazel shook his head. "I'm leaving soon, and I can't finish it before I leave."

"It's not impossible to come back often." Mr. Slater expressed his true thoughts without changing his face.Bazel was speechless, "Father."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Mr. Slater got up and left the table, and Mrs. Slater smiled, "Eat first, and go up to comfort your father later."

Shrugging, Bazel gave up today's trip to Diagon Alley.Back in the bedroom, Bazel took out a piece of parchment, "Alger, help me deliver this to Lihen Bookstore." Since the golden eagle is also one of the messengers, then there is nothing wrong with the Phoenix.

"Come back and give you veal." As a phoenix, Alger's highest pursuit is veal, and Bazel felt very helpless about this.

Bazel scratched Alger's chin, Phoenix grasped the envelope and disappeared into a black flame.

However, Bazel did not expect that this delay would directly delay the start of school. He never thought that his father would have to bring him to attend so many banquets.He even barely made it in time to see Chris off.

On the night of the 31st, Bazel stared straight at the report in front of him, "Father, you are tempting me to stay." Witnessing the moment of history, if it is not clear that the computer's 'simulated patient' will cost at least five If it takes years to take shape, he will really choose to stay.Putting the report on the table, Bazel stepped forward and hugged his father, "In fact, the research of the Academy of Sciences is not as good as yours. You hope that I can achieve something, and you don't want me to forget this. It's contradictory, right? Dad. "

"Okay, go to bed early. I have to catch the train tomorrow." Mr. Slater patted his son, "No one in the Slater family has ever stayed at home. Also, remember what I told you."

"Yeah, unless you are tied down by someone more important, Dad." Bazel blinked, and said seriously, "I will ask Alger to bring letters back often."

"Hmm." Letting go of his son, Mr. Slater threw the report into the trash can.

The next morning, looking at the standard English breakfast on the table, Bazel insisted on putting the beans aside.With a shrunken salute, look at Alger "Are you sure you want to stand on my shoulders instead of going straight to school or staying in a cage?"

Alger raised his chin, then looked at him pitifully, "Okay, but I have to disguise it for you." After being reminded by the kind gentleman in the bookstore, Bazel realized that a creature like a phoenix is ​​not a creature in the magic world. a common variety.

Using the disguise spell taught by that gentleman, Bazel successfully turned Alger into a black eagle.Although it still looks like a strange all-black eagle, it can be regarded as a specimen.

At King's Cross Station, Bazel pushed the trolley, and resolutely put Alger on the cart, but not in a cage. Alger reluctantly accepted it.Between the ninth and tenth platforms, Bazel saw some calm and laughing people suddenly disappear, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he naturally walked in that direction.

"Hey Mom, look, he's got an eagle!" A thin female voice rang out, followed by a gentle voice, "Don't do that, Ginny, it's so rude." There was no trace of blame in the tone.Bazel smiled and walked directly towards the wall without looking back.Leave the ensuing conversation behind.

Seeing the antique train, Bazel frowned, "Senior Bazel!" It was not a very unfamiliar greeting, Bazel turned his head, "Hello, Hermione." Hermione's new hairstyle should have followed his mother's suggestion After all, Mrs. Slater is very good at these things, and now she looks much more pleasing to the eye than a month ago.Hermione smiled shyly, "I've already found a place in the car, and I just dropped off my parents. Can I invite the seniors to my compartment?" Bazel smiled, "My pleasure."

"My God, you did it, it's like, ah, I mean I tried a lot at home, but, and you didn't say the spell just now." Hermione still looked excited about being a wizard.Bazel smiled lightly after she calmed down, "If you talk about it again, I'm going to blush. Let's get in the car."

"Ah, how come, yes, it's almost time." Hermione led the way consciously, and they chose a middle compartment, and there was already a little boy inside, "Senior, this is Neville Longbottom. Neville, this is Bazel Slater." Bazel looked at the round-faced boy and nodded, "Hi, you can call me Bazel." Neville smiled big, "Hello, Just call me Neville."

"Neville, can the senior share a box with us?" Although it was a question, Hermione obviously knew that Neville would not refuse, and as expected Neville quickly agreed, "Of course, there are still many vacancies here."

"Thank you." Bazel entered the door and put his luggage on the luggage rack. Neville looked at Alpha standing on Bazel's shoulder in surprise, "This pet is really cool, much better than an owl."

"It's called Alger, and it's my partner." Alpha flapped its wings in agreement, and Neville scratched his head, "It really likes you, unlike my Raffle, who will run away if he can't stand it." Pointing to the box that was punched with air holes.

Bazel smiled, "Actually, you can communicate with it more and tell it that you like it." Turning to look at Hermione who was hesitant to speak, "What's wrong?" Hermione took a deep breath, "Senior, it's like this I took some notes during the summer vacation and I can't figure it out, can you please help me to see it?"

"Breathe, good girl, breathe, you don't have to always solve problems in one go when you talk to me, and don't use honorifics, I'm also a freshman." Bazel smiled helplessly, "Do you want Neville to come together?"

"Okay." Neville scratched his head again, apparently he didn't know what to do without joining.Hermione pulled out a notebook from the large schoolbag beside her, and Bazel expressed surprise.After opening it, it was all about his understanding of the spell and some mistakes he had made. Bazel thought about it, and explained the results he got during his experiment to the two of them. No one can explain the origin of magic. Perhaps it can only be traced back to Merlin's period, but Bazel still has some insights into its use.

During the conversation, Bazel knew that Neville came from a pure-blood family, and some ancient records were more in contact than he and Hermione, so gradually, Neville became the center of explanation, and Bazel It makes up for Neville's lack of application.

In fact, in terms of magic power fluctuations, Neville's wave power is stronger than Hermione and Potter at the beginning, but Neville lacks self-confidence and cannot drive the magic power. Basil suspects that it is because Neville's grandma controls him too strictly up.

The discussion of the trio was interrupted by Alger's soft chirp. Bazel saw the toad struggling under Alger's claws and immediately decided not to allow it to stand on his shoulders until Alger washed it clean. "Rifle!" Neville exclaimed, and rescued the toad from Alger's claws, "Don't worry, Alger didn't hurt Raife."

Bazel carried Alger down who wanted to claim credit.Dissatisfied protests came, and Neville, who was comforting his toad, suddenly paused, "This is the cry of a phoenix."