"This is the HP world, it does look like a fairy tale!" This is a very clean room, the fireplace not far from the house is burning with a raging fire, the smell of wood fragrance permeates the room, at this time Ning Yuan is sitting on the soft and comfortable bed, carefully looking at the decoration in the room, very curious about this medieval style room.

[Time: 1 a.m. on August 1.] Location: Room on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, London. Alternate status, a Chinese wizard who has just immigrated to the UK. drop, virtual memories begin to transmit ......]

After sorting out the strange memories that suddenly appeared in his mind, Ning Yuan lay flat on the bed, pillowed his hands, and continued to talk to the Heart of Truth, "Now I have to get the blood of the wizard to analyze it for you, and then I can strengthen it on me, so does the source of the blood have an impact on the strength of the strength?" ”

This bloodline strengthening is also part of the Truth Heart's deduction function.

"Like the blood of a squib, the blood of a half-blood wizard, the blood of a pure-blood wizard?"

[There will be an impact, but the impact is not big, the bloodline of wizards comes from Merlin, as long as there is a blood template, you can reverse the backtrack, the different sources of blood are nothing more than affecting the bias of a certain type of magic, but this is not irreversible.] 】

Ning Yuan asked suspiciously, "Is there anything else you say?" ”

[Yes, according to the Heart of Truth's analysis of the HP world, the three Peverell brothers and most of the pure-blood nobles in the current history are descendants of Merlin from the mythological era, but they have diverged to the present, there are Slytherins who are biased towards dark magic, Potter and Gryffindor who are biased towards white magic, and there are also Ravenclaws who are biased towards diversity, and Hufflepuff who is biased towards healing defense......! 】

[However, this bias is generally not in-depth unless it is extended, which will only affect the early and middle stages of magical learning, and in the later stage, it can also specialize in one aspect or multi-faceted blossoming and diversifying.] 】

"Although I said that, it seems that I don't have any good choice, the blood of a famous pure-blood wizard, how can an ordinary person with the identity of a wizard get it lightly, and there is only one month, it seems that you sent me to this time, this place, in fact, you have calculated that the best chance for me to complete the achievement is only Harry Potter in Diagon Alley with Hagrid after dawn!" Ning Yuan touched his nose, although he complained about the Heart of Truth deciding what he should do without authorization, he couldn't help it, who let him not complete any of his achievements now, his identity was still just a host, and he couldn't control the Heart of Truth by himself!

The Heart of Truth fell silent and did not respond to Ning Yuan's words, and it seemed that he also thought that there was nothing to say.

After all, it is a road marker, and it needs to insist on completing the task of the maker, and guide the host to also embark on the path of escape, and in the case that the host itself does not have more authority, it will naturally choose the best path for the host, in fact, thinking about it now, even if Ning Yuan did not agree to follow the magic system at that time but insisted on cultivating the truth, I am afraid that the heart of truth will not compromise!

Thinking of this, Ning Yuan was no longer entangled, and began to think about how not to attract anyone's attention tomorrow and get Harry Potter's blood.

If it wasn't Hagrid who accompanied Harry Potter but someone else, such as McGonagall or Snape, Ning Yuan wouldn't dare to start even if he left immediately and chose a new target, such as the old squib on the privet road, but fortunately it was Hagrid, who was easier to fool, which undoubtedly increased his success rate and made it much less difficult.

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What an amazing day, Harry looked at the tall giant beside him, everything seemed like a dream. Not long ago, he was ready to go to Stonewall Middle School to face a not-so-bright future, but after the arrival of the crazy oars, everything became magical. He, Harry Potter, turned out to be a wizard and had to follow an overzealous giant to a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts to study magic.

Although the image of the wizard in the fairy tale did not seem good, the thought of leaving the Dursley family made Harry's young mind look forward to more. Perhaps most wizards don't have a very good image, but as an Englishman, the story of King Arthur and Merlin is just as well-known.

So while following Hagrid around London to a place where he could buy the necessary items for school, Harry was also worried about whether this was a bad joke played by the Dursleys, hoping that he would get hope first, and finally viciously suing him that everything was a hoax and that he still wanted to go to the school he didn't expect, even if Harry was sure that the Dursleys really had no sense of humor.

"Here, this is the Cauldron Bar, famous in the wizarding world!" Hagrid stopped in the middle of a bookstore and record store and smiled as he pointed to the tiny bar that looked like it was many years old.

Looking at Hagrid's two black beetle-like swollen eyes, with a bit of anticipation, Harry thought he still didn't want to show that this bar was not very good.

Sure enough, when he entered the bar, Harry realized that he was right, it was a narrow space arranged like a medieval one, dark and messy, and Harry thought to himself that if Aunt Petunia came here, he would probably faint immediately.

There was a mix of smells in the air, the smell of alcohol, the smell of food, the smell of garlic, the smell of smoke, and Harry was sure there was the stench of rotting animals.

Inside the smoky room, several old women were drinking sherry, and the smoke in the room came from one of the large smoking guns. A man in a top hat was talking to a bald, walnut-looking bar owner, and when he saw Hagrid's tall figure, he stopped the conversation and nodded at Hagrid with a smile, and the others seemed to know Hagrid as well, nodding or waving.

"Old rules, Hagrid?" The bar owner raised his glass.

"No, Tom, I'm working for Hogwarts?" As he spoke, Hagrid patted the barkeeper hard.

Afterwards, these very wicked wizard bargoers made Harry feel overheated for the first time, and if it weren't for their wizarding status, Harry would almost have thought that there was another movie star who looked like him, and these people were the same as the other party's avid fans.

Among them was Professor Quirrell, a pale young man who was said to be his future Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

More than ten minutes later, just when Harry felt that he was about to be melted by the enthusiasm of the crowd, Hagrid seemed to remember that they still had something to do today, so he finally saved Harry.

"It's time to go Harry, we still have a lot to buy!" As he spoke, Hagrid used his tall frame to escort Harry, leading him through the crowd towards a greasy, black door.

It was the door to the small patio of the bar, and there was the magical passage that led to Diagon Alley.

And Ning Yuan, who had already been prepared there, was half-squinting his eyes, waiting for his "prey" with great interest.

As the tall Hagrid led Harry into the small patio, Ning Yuan, who pretended to have just come out of Diagon Alley, walked quickly to the back door of the bar, looking like he was in a hurry, and when he walked past the two, Ning Yuan seemed to avoid the tall Hagrid, and turned around and collided with Harry.

"I'm sorry!" Ning Yuan grabbed a skinny boy who was stumbling.

"It's all right, sir!" Harry rubbed his aching arm.

Ning Yuan nodded to Hagrid amicably, and left the small patio like no one else, returning to the dark bar.

At this time, several overexcited wizards are talking about who else will be besides the savior Harry Potter.

"Ah, Mr. Ning, you're back, do you want a drink?" The bar owner seemed to be very familiar with Ning Yuan, and greeted Ning Yuan.

"No, Tom! I still have something to do, I'll go back to the room first, and you can send some milk and cookies for breakfast. Ning Yuan rejected Tom's suggestion, covered his right hand hidden under his robe, and walked through the corridor and walked up to the second floor back to his room.

Looking at a blood-colored thin needle in his hand, Ning Yuan smiled proudly, this is a blood collection tool specially customized by the Heart of Truth according to Ning Yuan's requirements, after piercing the human body, a hollow thin needle like a mosquito's mouthparts will automatically discharge an anesthetic liquid, and then suck blood. It is precisely because the person who is pierced is as if he has been bitten by a mosquito and does not attract much attention, so that the blood collection work can be completed without any trace.

"Truth Heart, is that really enough?" Looking at the blood that was less than a drop, Ning Yuan asked curiously.

[Enough, the blood required by the system is just an introduction for deduction and analysis, which is enough.] 】

Three minutes later, as countless blue light spilled from the top of Ning Yuan's head out of thin air, a comfortable feeling of feeling like throwing himself into a hot spring swept through his whole body, making him almost unable to help but come out, and when this feeling subsided, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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