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Casto in April, with dark circles under his eyes, followed the teacher, dragging his heavy steps in the hallway.

He was supposed to be a sunny schoolboy. The black hair swept to his forehead, covering his eyes with a bit of casual elegance. Grabbing the two shoulder straps of the schoolbag with both hands, he briskly followed behind the head teacher.

"But why did you come to England as a primary school student?" Casto roared inwardly.

This is not without reason.

His residence is in Hong Kong.

He has undergone various trainings since birth.

He had a teacher who teased but forced him to give him quality education.

He thought that his journey was a sea of stars.

Then someone said to him, "Go to England and be a schoolboy." ”

Castor made his way to London with a devastated expression.

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"This is it." Miss Sullivan grabbed the doorknob and turned her head to look at the transfer student strangely.

Casto immediately returned to his normal appearance and nodded.

He walked to the podium. When he straightened up, he suddenly felt nervous.

Under the podium were neatly arranged baby faces, almost all of whom stared at him with expressions of amazement.

"Nasty normal life." Casto grumbled as he smiled at the sun-drenched classroom.

"My name is Casto. Blake," he said, turning and writing his name, "was influenced by the Sino-British agreement and returned to his homeland to continue his studies. I hope to live with you in the last two months and make progress together. ”

Castor ended his introduction with a standard bow and began to look for his seat amid applause.

Without waiting for Miss Sullivan to object, he went straight to the window, slammed his bag lightly on the table in the penultimate row, and pulled out his chair and sat down.

"Mr. Black," said Miss Sullivan, as she stood by the podium, her voice strangely clear - the applause seemed to disappear at once, "don't you think of a better seat?" ”

Casto was stunned. He stared at the teacher, but looked at the class in amazement.

"No problem here." Castor gently rejected their kindness.

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"What's your name?"

Casto asked, turning after the end of the bell. He couldn't help but notice the boy, for before he stepped off the podium, the boy sat alone in the corner, three empty seats surrounding him like an invisible wall.

Before that, he had stared at Castor like the other children, but with longing on his face.

The boy seemed startled. He had jet-black hair and emerald green eyes, but he had an emaciated face. He also wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses glued together with a lot of scotch tape and a fat old school uniform.

"Harry. Harry. Porter. He replied eagerly.

Castor was about to throw out his question, but was interrupted by a haughty voice beside him.

"Aha, our lovely Harry. Potter is trying to make friends," the voice said, "but who wants to be friends with someone like you when they actually know you?" ”

Casto lifted his chin and turned his face sideways, then his eyes visibly widened in disbelief.

His vision was almost filled with a huge mass. The boy had a big pink silver face, a short neck, watery eyes, and thick blonde hair that lay neatly against his thick chubby head. The afternoon sun splashed on his face, and there were fine beads of sweat after only a moment. There were still a few people standing behind him.

Dudley. Dursley looked pleased.

"Do you know me?" Dudley thought that this handsome freshman, though still with dark circles under his eyes, knew him, or, "You think I look like a cherub too?" ”

Casto's exaggerated expression froze.

"Yes," Castor hesitated for a moment, thinking of the little pigs he had seen on the farm, "you look cute. ”

"Haha, thank you," Dudley grinned, "do you need me to familiarize you with the school?" ”

"No, thank you," Casto smiled, "but I've got a pick." ”

He stood up suddenly, causing Dudley to take a few steps back, knocking over his henchman behind him. Casto took Harry's hand and pulled him up as if he were invited to dance, and walked with graceful steps past the wrestling men.

Dudley scrambled to his feet and tried to grab Harry as he walked behind. He has a lot of strength and no one can beat him among his peers, but Potter always escapes his pursuit with his thin but nimble body. However, now that Potter was clearly still in a state of stunned state, it would be easier to catch him, and Casto, who didn't know the truth, would naturally stop.

Potter did stop, but Dudley was surprised to find that he hadn't grabbed anything. The thick wrist was imprisoned by a hand. He twisted his shoulders and turned his body desperately, only to make the pain from his wrist deepen.

"I said it, thank you." The owner of the hand said gently, "I really need to be with Harry now. ”

The next session is physical education. Castor opened the back door and slammed it against the wall, stepping out with Harry.

The door creaked back from the wall to the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. Under the watchful eyes of the students in the classroom, their figures were completely covered up and disappeared behind the door.