Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"Hi Amber Cadmus, I remember you too."

Amber nodded, his tone polite and appropriate.

This made Harry even more happy, since entering this magical world, everyone's attitude has been so frenetic.

Everyone said he was the savior and never cared if he wanted that image.

Seeing Amber acting like this now, Harry unexpectedly felt a sense of respect.

There are no surviving babies, no saviours, just a new Hogwarts newborn named Harry Potter.

"Hey! Amber, this is Harry Potter!"

Ronald on the side was suddenly dissatisfied. In his opinion, this person was the famous Harry Potter.

Amber's attitude, in Ronald's pure and young mind, was almost equivalent to an offense.

"Yes, yes, and then."

Amber raised his head and looked at Ronald, who stood up and blushed, and even the freckles on the tip of his nose were glowing, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

This kid, it's a little strange to be angry, right?

"Ronald—"

Harry blushed as well. He didn't know why the friend he had just met was so angry about it.

In his opinion, he wished everyone would treat him with such an attitude.

At least, this will not let him fall into greater embarrassment and confusion.

Seeing the embarrassed faces of the two of them but not knowing how to turn around, Amber smiled and took the initiative to raise the topic.

With extremely strong social skills, it can be said that he can deal with the two little devils easily. After a while, they will forget the unpleasantness and embarrassment just now.

Even when the snack cart came over, Harry generously bought a bunch of food and shared it generously with the two of them.

"Sorry, any of you saw a toad that Neville lost - oh my god! Amber?"

Just as they were chatting more and more cheerfully, the compartment door suddenly opened, and a clear and loud voice came.

Just as Amber recognized the curly chestnut hair, Hermione's loud and cheerful cry resounded throughout the carriage.

"You never told me you were a wizard."

The door of the carriage closed, and Neville and Ronald huddled together.

Originally, he should have sat on Amber's side to appear more spacious, but since the little witch was leaning on her waist and asking for guilt, the three little boys on the opposite side were instinctively reluctant to touch this mold.

"Hermione, to be fair, I've never held anything back. You've seen house-elves yourself, you just think you're blinded."

"What is a house elf?" ×2

"You actually have house-elves in your house?" ×2

"Sorry, can someone explain this term to me? I've never seen it in 'A History of Hogwarts'."

The little witch's anger and resentment were instantly replaced by curiosity.

He sat down beside Amber skillfully, took out a large book from his bag, opened it and kept looking for something.

"How to say, this kind of biological molding is very complex, and it is difficult to explain in a few words."

Amber reached out, snatched the book from Hermione's hand, and threw it on the table.

"In short, Hermione, you can think of it as a lifelong servant in a sixteenth-century noble house."

Facts have proved that communicating with others requires attention to methods and methods.

Harry and Hermione, who had been educated in Muggle history, instantly understood what a house elf was.

"Okay, so let's get down to business. Did you see Neville's toad?"

"Toad? You are gifted in herbal medicine?"

Amber was stunned for a moment, but he forgot what Neville's pet was in the original book.

But that didn't stop him from pulling out his wand, turning his head to Neville and asking:

"Sorry, what's your toad called?"

"River"

"Left is coming."

The wand was gently tapped, and the carriage door suddenly opened.

A green toad danced from mid-air and landed precisely in Neville's arms.

"Wow, cool!"

Amber's lightly lifted hand made the eyes of the little wizards present widen.

Although three of the people present here are all pure-blooded, none of them have actually studied magic systematically.

"My God, I never knew."

Seeing Amber's half-smiling expression, Hermione was both angry and funny.

"I said how you did your homework so fast at that time, it turned out to be with the help of magic. This is not right, you can't be lazy like this—"

"No no no Hermione, you have to understand this correctly."

Faced with Hermione's rebuke, Amber waved his hand.

"I can do magic and be flexible, that's my strength, just like your memory."

"I bet you've memorized your textbook."

Seeing Hermione nod, the three men sitting across from him were stunned.

"textbook?"

"all?"

"Back down?!"

Hermione's diligence opened a new door for the three scumbags. They never imagined that a little witch would be able to do such a thing.

"So what? Isn't it normal to prepare textbooks before class?"

Hermione raised her chin proudly, exuding the aura of a scholar.

"But, Hermione, I have to remind you that most of the stuff you've memorized is useless."

Covered by Hermione's angry eyes, Amber shrugged indifferently, and took out the black-green snakewood wand tucked in his sleeve.

This is Ollivander's handwriting, and the day before school starts, he finally gets this tailor-made wand.

"Are you going to perform magic for us? Mr. Cadmus?"

Ignoring the little witch's sarcasm, Amber tapped the table with his wand seemingly at random.

The next second, the table instantly transformed into a huge and honest panda. After opening his confused eyes and looking around, he sat down on Neville's feet.

"God! This is-"

"Transfiguration. The most difficult of all our disciplines, and the highest limit of magic."

"I've always wanted to learn this, and I've wanted to change the color of the class for a long time."

Looking at this panda with envy, Ronald pulled out his mouse from his pocket in embarrassment.

After taking a deep look at the mouse, Amber didn't move.

All the things this mouse was suspected of had nothing to do with him, and he naturally wouldn't take the initiative to go to this muddy water.

However, this should also be regarded as a good sign-in object.

Thinking like this, with a wave of Amber's wand, the panda exploded into a cloud of smoke, returning to the original shape of the table.

"What color do you want it to be?"

After carefully taking over the mouse, watching the mouse keep rolling in his palm, a kind smile appeared on Amber's face.

[Sign-in - Wormtail - Peter Pedirou]

[Sign in successfully, get a lottery ticket*5]

Spicy chicken!

Amber's eyes on Peter changed instantly, this gray color, no matter how you look at it, it is of African descent

"Why don't we make it white? Simple, just a little Transfiguration."

Saying that, the wand slid across Ban Ben.

The gray hair became visibly white and flawless to the naked eye, and at the same time, strands of untraceable magic power quietly infiltrated into the mouse's mind, lurking there quietly.

"Thank you, Amber, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

After taking over the shift with joy, Ronald was quite satisfied with its pure white coat.

But in the next second, an arrogant and beaten voice accompanied the door of the carriage to open, completely ruining Ronald's good mood.

"Is it true? They all say Harry Potter is in this box, and it looks like it's you."

The short platinum blonde hair shone at the door of the carriage, Malfoy's proud eyes glanced at Ronald casually, and sneered:

"My name is Draco Malfoy. If I were you, Potter, I would seriously choose the wizarding family I associate with."

"Some wizarding families are not worth dealing with, and I can help you with that."

Saying that, Malfoy stretched out his hand, but was greeted by Harry Potter's disgusted gaze.

"I can tell that apart."

"If I were you. Potter, I would pay special attention to who I associate with, after all your parents went down that road—"

"Cough cough."

Malfoy's words were halfway through, then interrupted by a cough.

When he impatiently turned his eyes to the source of the cough, when he saw the long black hair, his face turned pale.

"An An- Amber?"

"What did you call me? Draco?"

Noticing his name, Amber narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was still so flat and kind.

But in such a flat tone, Draco and his two valet felt a chill to the bones.

Under the huge fear, Drake's mind went blank. He instinctively wanted to escape, but his legs didn't obey him, and just kept shivering in place.

"Watch... cousin, hello."

After a heart-pounding silence, Draco spit out a word with trembling lips.

Immediately, the whole person was like being pulled out of the water, gasping for breath, the well-crafted robe was already wet with sweat.

"I'm fine, Draco."

As if unable to see Draco's state at this time, Amber nodded lightly and politely responded to his greeting.

"Go, Draco, and find a place to sit. We'll talk about the rest later in private."

Hearing this sentence, Draco was amnesty, and he also forgot his original purpose of coming this time. He dragged his two attendants and disappeared at the end of the carriage.

"Hey, it's the first time I've seen Malfoy deflated, and that was a Malfoy."

Seeing Draco's embarrassed appearance, Ronald seemed quite gloating.

He winked and talked about the Malfoy family to several people present, as if he remembered something, he turned to look at Amber:

"Amber, why does he call you cousin?"

"Well, this thing is hard to explain."

After thinking hard for a while, Amber made a troubled expression.

"In short, my mother and his mother are sisters."*