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The source of the wonder is, of course, the mysterious transfer student in the morning. At this time, they are walking side by side on the way out of school with their backs to the setting sun. They wandered around the school until the end before leaving, but Harry still didn't want to go home early.

Harry couldn't help but think about that day. The dark-haired teenager didn't care about his clothes at all, approached him, defeated Dudley, and dragged himself around the school without any scruples.

"I looked like you for a while." He said.

The classroom also seemed to him as a place to relax. When the teacher asked him the first question, he was stunned at first, and then gave the answer perfectly in a helpless tone.

"I don't know anything else, but I'm afraid this is the level of the first and second grades of primary school in China." He secretly handed Harry the note.

Then Harry watched happily as Casto, who had a series of questions to answer in almost every class, collapsed on his desk. News of the "gifted schoolboy" is still going viral among the teachers, and his classmates don't even seem to care if he is friends with the freaks in his class - they are all freaks, after all, and Casto can even answer the questions of middle school.

Harry noticed that Casto had turned his head and stared at him with loveless eyes, so he quickly straightened his face.

"You told me about your tragic experience in gym class," Casto gritted his teeth, apparently spotting Harry's demented smile, "Why are you so happy when it's my turn to be targeted?" ”

Harry choked, not knowing how to answer. But when he saw Casto's expression change from sudden realization, understanding, to insidiousness, he felt fear in his heart.

Casto bent down and rummaged through his bag. After a while, he simply picked up all the books and piled them on Harry's desk.

"I already have that," Harry breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the cover of a book. The rest of the book is full of Chinese characters, but it has the words "MATH" and "Grade 6". I guess it's just a textbook.

"This is no ordinary book," Casto said in a nostalgic tone, "this is a Chinese, sixth-grade math workbook that I was too lazy to make." ”

As if seeing through what Harry was thinking, he added, "Don't worry, you don't need to understand Chinese." If you don't understand, I'll teach you or translate for you. ”

He opened the book and showed Harry the dense small print. Harry felt like he was going to faint.

"Is there any use in learning this?" Harry grumbled, trying to push the stack back.

"Of course it works. You can help me draw the firepower of those teachers, and," Castor stared earnestly into Harry's emerald green eyes, "whatever you want to be in the future, some things are going to be useful." ”

"Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you won't be afraid to go all over the world." Castor said in a singing voice.

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Harry came to his senses, and saw Castor looking at him worriedly.

"It's all right, Harry," he said, "well, I have a question for you. ”

Harry saw his cautious expression, and his heart tensed.

"Dudley. Something unpleasant seems to happen when Dursley says, 'I really know you,'" Castor pondered his words, "why would he say that?" ”

Harry felt happy as he slowly fell off the edge of the cliff. He hung his head, feeling a sudden sense of loss and frustration. He could feel Casto's hand gently on his shoulder, but he decided to confess before Casto could comfort him - or else the memory would be stolen and he would have deceived his new friend - and maybe they wouldn't be friends anymore.

"Strange things happen all around me," Harry said, "and my hair always grows back to its original shape at once—like after a haircut; I somehow shrunk the old sweater; I once suddenly jumped on the chimney. By the way, once the glass of the zoo suddenly disappeared, and a snake thanked me and crawled out to go to Brazil......"

Harry felt silence all around. He looked up in fear, then looked blankly at Castor, who had his head down.

"It's fantastic," Casto said slowly, "it's fantastic." ”

When Casto looked up, Harry was almost blinded by the glowing eyes. A few minutes ago, they were dark gray eyes, and now the irrepressible excitement seems to be condensed into substance.

"Is this manageable? Is there a consumption? Is there cooling? Casto asked eagerly, shaking Harry with his hands on his shoulders, "I mean, you must be an extraordinary person. Will you encounter these magical things after you? What else have you encountered? ”

Harry closed his eyes as he vibrated back and forth in waves. His eyes were red from the flash of light at close range, and he held back his tears.

The scene was chaotic for several minutes, until Casto realized what he was doing when he felt strangely hit by a drop of water that had been thrown from nowhere.

"I'm sorry, Harry," he said formally, apologetically, "and I think your classmates, the Dursleys, are in a blessing and don't know what to do. ”

Harry woke up from his happiness, he had waited too long for this day. He turned his back to tidy up his appearance, and when he looked up, he realized that the sun was almost going down and the sky was dark.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. The school and the Dursleys didn't seem to be so eerie, as long as there was a friend who could accept him at school and be with him every day.

"Where do you live? I shouldn't have dragged you along the same path with me. He asked, turning around.

"Huh?" Casto looked at him strangely, "Didn't you say you wanted to follow me?" ”

Both of them were stunned at the same time.

Harry: "Little Huijin? ”

Casto: "7 Privet Road." ”