The Reform and Opening of the Magic World [Comprehensive British and American]

The man hidden behind the tree left as mysteriously as he had come, and the black robe was blown away by the wind like a giant bat, disappearing without a trace after a few jumps, and even the traces left by his footsteps were covered under the magic.It's just that the soft sound made by the cloth brushing against the leaves quickly caught the attention of the young man not far away. He raised his eyebrows, looked solemn, and shouted loudly: "Who is it?!" Arms guard the junior sister and Shibo behind him.

Seeing that there was no sound behind the tree, Harry walked over and pushed aside the leaves. Seeing that there was no sign of anyone coming on the ground, he muttered to himself, "It seems that I have been too sensitive recently." There should be traces left behind.

"Harry, did something happen?" Hagrid was terrified by the loss of Harry earlier, and he was always trembling and afraid that something might happen again.

Harry didn't want to add trouble to Uncle Shi, so he smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't panic, Uncle Shi, it's just that a bird flew by."

Hearing this, Hagrid heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "I'll take you to buy the things first-year students need to prepare, magic robes and wands, and some other supplies..." After a pause, he remembered what Harry said before. Self-reliance, he asked: "Go and withdraw the money first, this is not a small fee, Harry, you may not have imagined that your parents left you a property..."

"Don't worry, Uncle, Harry doesn't need to rely on his parents for shelter." Harry laughed loudly, and patted the bulging purse on his waist.But the younger junior sister thought more than he did. She looked up at the tall Hagrid, raised her hand and said, "Look here, look here. Is there currency circulation between the magic world and the world of ordinary people? Are there any banks that specialize in exchange?" ?” If it is not in circulation, it will be useless until then, at least until the holidays, the money will be useless.

"Of course. I'll take you to exchange it first. It just so happens that I have something to go to Gringotts." Currencies of any country can be exchanged for Galleons, but the exchange rates are different. In fact, Hagrid himself is not very specific about this. Not sure, but that didn't prevent him from knowing where to exchange it.

While explaining to the brothers and sisters, Hagrid took them to an old bar. Obviously, the owner of this bar was an acquaintance of the half-giant. He greeted him the moment he came in, "It's Hagrid." Ge, is it the same as before?"

"Thank you Tom, but forget it this time, I'm working now, taking little Harry and his friends to buy school supplies." Hagrid turned sideways, showing an immature and youthful face, and... majestic lower/body.

"..."

The whole bar became strangely quiet. Although there were still obvious lightning marks on the forehead of the visitor, everyone in the bar was still a little dazed when they saw Harry's burly figure.

Truly a savior...

This figure can save the world just by looking at it!

It feels so safe for no reason!

Sitting in the corner, there was a man with a strange smell on his head. The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Unlike other people's expressions of understanding, relief or shock, his face was a little distorted, but how do you look at it? It's not like the reaction that normal people in the magic world should have.In the whole room, he was like that different firework, although others didn't take it seriously, but the junior sister saw the death on his face, and she was a little puzzled.

Perhaps, this is normal in the wizarding world?The little junior sister has doubts in her heart, and she plans to go back to discuss with her senior after buying school supplies.

This guy exuding a strange smell is none other than Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and Harry's parent-killing enemy, Voldemort, is impressively attached to him.At this time, Quirrell's heart also collapsed.

God, are you kidding me?This Nima is an 11-year-old child?The Chosen One has over-chosen, right? ? ?

The sound of Quirrell throwing the cup immediately attracted everyone's attention. When he noticed the gathering gazes, he had already restrained his expression and returned to his previous obedient look. One eye was still twitching. At that time, he stammered to Harry: "Very, very honored to meet you...Harry...Potter..."

"It turned out to be Professor Quirrell." Hagrid took the initiative to explain to Harry: "Harry, he will be your teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I see." Harry stepped forward, the sound of his heavy footsteps seemed to be able to break the ground, he arched his hands and said: "Harry Potter, meet Mr. Quirrell!"

After the thunderous sound, Quirrell squatted on the bench on the opposite side, tremblingly looking at the savior whose figure was so tall that he could cover his whole body, he waved his hands and said: "This... black magic ...horrible subject, I think...I don't think you need him..."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Harry laughed, and said, "Sir, what you said is wrong. If it's something dangerous, even the headmaster won't let me touch it. Besides, if it's some kind of black magic that's really crooked, that's fine! There is a way to know yourself, know your enemy, and win a hundred battles, if you don't know anything about it, it will be terrible!"

"..." Hearing this, Quirrell and the elders behind his head always felt that something was wrong.

Soon, someone pointed out this strange feeling, because the little junior sister thought that the big bald head who killed the senior brother seemed to be particularly good at black magic, so she also echoed: "Yes, the guy who killed the senior brother's parents, I definitely don’t want senior brother to know about this, so as to ensure his sense of mystery and strengthen his danger. Unless he is stupid, he will definitely prevent senior brother from understanding black magic!”

In fact, not only did they not stop it, the fool who was also in charge of teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, Voldemort Quirrell: "..."

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Humiliated.

oh so angry...

But can't do it now!

Harry didn't notice anything wrong with the teacher on the other side. He suddenly approached the turban that was tied around Quirrell's head and exuded a strange smell, which scared the elders behind Quirrell's head and almost jumped out.But fortunately, Harry didn't notice anything. He just said intoxicatedly, "The smell of garlic on Mr.'s scarf makes Harry feel homesick."

"Senior brother wants to eat dumplings, right? I saw a lot of shepherd's purse in the woods just now, go back and dig some and I'll wrap it up for my senior brother to eat." The little junior sister also missed her hometown a little bit, and followed her senior brother's gaze to look at Qi Luo's head The turban, she also remembered: "Speaking of which, the shape of Mr.'s head (turban) looks as amiable as a salty roll..."

Your head is like a salty roll!

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Humiliated again.

I'm so angry...

But still can't do it!

Fortunately, before Harry and his junior sister challenged each other's nerves again, Hagrid planned the happy communication between master and apprentice in the future with a smile, reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Okay lads, we should go , You still have time to chat when you arrive at school."

"Sir, take Harry's farewell." Harry cupped his hands at Quirrell, and followed Hagrid out of the room with his junior sister.

Quirrell heaved a sigh of relief tremblingly, feeling his forehead was a little swollen, probably because the master was hurting his face.

The author has something to say: Is Voldemort's socket-like nostrils an ornament?Quirrell's garlic head doesn't bother him, does he? ?

I will update tomorrow too, because I have a cold and took two days off hahahahaha! !