Ding Allen silently put down the "Memorabilia of Magic in the Past 100 Years" in his hand, not knowing whether to lament that he had arrived in a world of war, or rejoice that he had the opportunity to learn magic.

That's right, Alan is not a native of England, but a Chinese who has traveled to the world of Harry Potter.

Ding Allen, male, was born in 1987 in a small rich family in a fourth-tier city, and has strong learning ability, but because he was greedy for play since he was a child, his grades are not up or down. In his junior year of high school, he worked hard for a year and set a record for the fastest improvement in the school's history, from more than 100 in the big list to the top 30. He was admitted to the School of Mathematics of a national key normal university. After graduating, he also smoothly became a high school math teacher with an iron rice bowl. In the seventh year of teaching, with his smart talent and seven years of experience accumulation, he summed up the learning methods, so that the final score of the senior high school pants class in the college entrance examination far exceeded that of the parallel class, and almost tied the sharp knife class.

Allen's glorious life stopped at the road to buying a house. Driving a Toyota Corolla sponsored by his parents in the first year of work, humming a little song, the energetic music can't express the surging in his heart at the moment. The wind and snow outside can't stop the heat of the upcoming house. Unexpectedly, sitting in the car behind closed doors, disaster came from heaven. A huge mud cart suddenly crossed from the left side and rode on Allen's silver Corolla, and under the severe pain, Allen didn't know anyone. When he opened his eyes again, Alan became a second-grade elementary school student at Easton Public School.

Alan should really be glad that when the school and the bank cooperated to apply for the Teacher Card, he followed the crowd to apply for personal accident insurance, and the beneficiaries were his parents. It should be fortunate that Alan also has a younger brother who is a fellow mother, and his parents will not be old and helpless after their parents' pain. I should be glad that I still have a chance to survive!

The past follows the wind, and we should focus on the present. The second-grade elementary school student that Ding Allen crossed is also named Aaron. Harris, Alan Harris.

Alan was very unlucky, he actually landed on the ground first in the long jump competition of the school sports day, and the school's teachers and classmates were also monks of Zhang's second year - he couldn't understand how Alan jumped so far, and even jumped over the sand pit and fell directly to the ground, let alone why Alan was just stunned for a while and was unharmed. As everyone knows, in a short period of time, the soul in the core of this child has been replaced.

Alan returned home in a trance, and spent a period of time in a daze, but fortunately, his parents in this life thought he was embarrassed to fall and hurt his head, and they didn't pay much attention to his abnormality. After all, there are so many things to do, so many children to take care of......

"Alan, come down to dinner!" the loud voice shook the walls and shook with it. Alan put down the book, hid the shock in his heart, and cheered himself on. "Come on, a teacher who is not a pretender is not a good actor, you must keep your vest. ”

With the swaying sound of the squeaky stairs, a loud voice sounded again: "Alan, go wash your hands, your dad should be back soon." Ellen's father, Owen Harris, works in the Ministry of Magic's "Magical Accident Disaster Division", which is divided into three departments: the Reversal of Contingencies Team, the Memory Erasure Command, and the Muggle Reconciliation Committee. Owen had always wanted to go to Memory Write-off Command, believing that he was particularly adept at forgetting magic. But the reality was that he was on the "Muggle Reconciliation Committee", and he didn't think his eloquence would be able to convince Muggles to accept their incredible magical accidents, such as Sirius' blowing up an entire street eight years earlier. Over time, Owen's Oblivion Charm became more proficient, but every time he ran out of the spell, he had to write a report to explain it to the Memory Cancellation Command.

"I'm back, it's terrible. We had to explain to an old Muggle woman in the middle of a snowstorm why she suddenly jumped up and did a tap dance when her new teapot was boiling, and the boiling water was scattered all over the place...... Thank you Daisy," Owen took the big brush handed by his eldest daughter, Daisy, and patted the snowflakes on his body. "I'm going to talk to Arthur a little bit more, I think he should be able to take over this, he must want to catch Mondigus more than I do. A wizard reported that he had been seen on the street where the incident occurred. ”

"Owen, take a sip of hot tea. Mrs. Harris commanded her wand, and a cup of hot black tea landed on the table with precision. As a staff member at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, it was clear that Mrs. Harris's magic was great, even though she only worked in the waiting room.

"Mom, tell Alan to come downstairs for dinner, there's no need to use a loud voice!" the second son, Lunn Charles, knocked on the table with the parchment in his hand in dissatisfaction. Lunn is currently in Year 6 at Hogwarts and is preparing for Year 7 for the N.E.W.TS (Ultimate Wizarding Rank Exam).

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, it's a habit to get used to it in the hospital, and I don't use magic when I call people. The fat witch shook her golden hair and said gently to her most satisfying son. "Alan go wash your hands first!" Turning her head, Mrs. Harris glanced at Allen, who was already seated in her chair.

Not daring to defend himself, Alan immediately ran to the sink and turned on the faucet. Suddenly, a shrill voice sounded in his ears: "Sloppy, sloppy!" Suddenly looking up, Alan found that it was the mirror on the wall screaming. Alan was in a trance while desperately smoothing out the wrinkles on his body, "Maybe the magic mirror is the standard for ordinary families in the wizarding world!"

Back in their seats, the family of seven was already seated, which is not common at this table. "Thanks to Christmas, we are happy to be together as a family today!" said Mr. Harris, raising his glass.

The eldest son, Albert, also raised his glass and clinked glasses with his father, who was the only junior who could drink. Albert is currently interning at the Ministry of Magic's "Auror Command", and has a calm and reliable personality.

The second son, Lunn, took a serious sip of sea buckthorn juice, as if he was tasting a top-notch red wine.

Daisy, the eldest sister, smiled and looked at her younger sister Emily, who was only 5 years old this year, and was greedily looking at the fat roast chicken on the table.

"What a loving family. Alan is glad to be living in such a family. He is the fourth in this family, unlike the eldest brother and sister who are highly valued, nor like the younger sister Emily who is pampered by the whole family, and unlike the second brother who is serious about everything and wants to show his important status, Alan is usually very low-key, neither naughty nor intelligent, usually a good listener. This is also an important reason why Allen's vest is still stable.

"Tomorrow we're going to Diagon Alley to restock some groceries. Mrs. Harris said.

The second brother Lunn immediately stopped the knife and fork in his hand, "Mom, I need to replenish a crucible and some potions. ”

"Lunn, your cauldron actually exploded?" Mrs. Harris looked at her always excellent second son in disbelief.

Lunn pursed his lips, but didn't say anything.

"Mom, Lunn secretly configured a seventh-year potion, and the crucible explosion was criticized by Professor Snape. Daisy couldn't help but complain to her mother. Lunn's eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm done!" Alan interrupted her mother's rung.

"Alan, please don't leave yet, today is a day of reunion, we finally got together, why don't we say something happy, for example, what are your New Year's resolutions?" Mr. Harris hurriedly rounded.

Daisy looked at her father with interest. Mrs. Harris raised an eyebrow and chopped red sausage for her youngest daughter. The little sister Emily stuffed her mouth full of red sausages and ate so much that she didn't notice this little farce at all.

"I hope that in the new year, I can pass the Auror test. "Big brother Albert was the first to respond to his father's call.

"I want to have a decent gown before work. "Daisy is not far behind.

"I wish I could have a doll that could talk, sing, and sleep. Emily continued.

"My dear, your wishes will come true. Len, what about you?" asked Mr. Harris gently.

"There was no doubt that he would want to pass N.E.W.TS with full honors. Daisy was the first to speak.

"No, my wish is to work in the Ministry of Magic after passing the N.E.W.TS with full honors. Lunn retorted to his sister.

"And Alan, what about you?" Dad looked at Alan.

"His wish is probably to fly higher in the long jump, hahaha......" The sixteen-year-old couldn't help but make a joke about his younger brother.

"No, Alan, Mom wants you to be safe. Mrs. Harris hurriedly reassured.

"I know, Mom, I hope everyone is safe and all the best. Allen's heart was warm, he felt that Allen was not ignored, but he was usually too sensible.

After dinner, Alan lay on the bed and thought in a daze: The future demon king loves as much as he wants, isn't there a savior? I want to improve my strength and protect my family in the future turmoil.

In anticipation of going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Alan fell asleep.