In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen's first school year came to an end, it can be said that this year belonged to Ravenclaw, the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup fell into their hands at the same time, and at the year-end banquet, Dumbledore announced that Ravenclaw's lost thousand-year-old crown was recovered, which brought this joyful atmosphere to a climax, of course, the biggest winner was naturally Mo Wen, handsome appearance, outstanding temperament, good family background and a series of outstanding expressions in the school, so that he was called ' His Royal Highness the Prince of Ravenclaw' is even more prestigious among the students than the president of the student council of this year.

Of course, this qiē is not in Mo Wen's heart, and now he is planning another thing.

"Modi, this is your castle, it's so big, and it's so beautiful." Qiu Zhang grew his mouth in surprise, looking at the beautiful castle not far away, classical and elegant, with the lake and forest in front of it, forming a beautiful picture.

After returning home for a while, Cho Chang finally couldn't resist the temptation of Quidditch and came to the castle of the Guris family at Mo Wen's invitation.

Mo Wen smiled and took Qiu Zhang's luggage, took the wand a little, the luggage quickly shrunk, and then put it in his pocket, "Thank you, if you like it, you can stay longer, such a big castle is only me and Toby live, sometimes it's too lonely." ”

"Toby?"

"Our house-elves."

"What about your parents? Don't they live with you? Qiu Zhang asked with some curiosity.

Mo Wen suddenly lowered his head in silence, and said in a low voice: "My parents died when I was very young, and I was raised by Toby."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know." Qiu Zhang covered her mouth suddenly, she really didn't expect that Mo Wen, who was personable and kind in school, would have such a miserable background, and the eyes that originally looked at Mo Wen were a little more distressed in addition to worship.

Mo Wen waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's been so long, I'm used to it, let's go to the castle first, and I'll teach you how to play later." Saying that, Mo Wen walked towards the castle with Qiu Zhang's little hand, and Qiu Zhang's face was slightly red and she didn't object, but behind Mo Wen, she didn't see the smile on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, for the little girl, in addition to worship, compassion is also a means of strategy.

In the following days, the relationship between Mo Wen and Qiu Zhang can be said to have heated up sharply, the two practice together every day, do homework together, Mo Wen still pulls Qiu Zhang around the neighborhood from time to time, and fights every day, now the little girl has no resistance to Mo Wen's hug, of course, further action Mo Wen has not done it, after all, Qiu Zhang is only twelve years old now, although his body has begun to develop, but he still has not grown, Mo Wen is not so hungry, And the feeling of training little Lori is also good for him.

It's a pity that the good days are fleeting, and more than half of the vacation time has passed in a blink of an eye, and after enjoying a hearty dinner on this day, Mo Wen smiled at Qiu Zhang and asked, "Qiu, tomorrow I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy books, do you want to go with me?" ”

Qiu Zhang put down the spoon in his hand, suddenly felt a little depressed, shook his head and said, "No, I've been here for a long time, and my parents have already sent me a letter urging me to go back." ”

"Is that so?" Mo Wen shook his head, thought for a while and said, "Then why don't you go to Diagon Alley with me tomorrow, it's more convenient to send you home there, and maybe there will be unexpected surprises tomorrow?" ”

Seeing Mo Wen's mysterious smile, Qiu Zhang was stunned, "What surprise?" ”

Mo Wen didn't answer this, "You'll know when you go." ”

"Stingy!"

In the end, Qiu Zhang agreed that Mo Wen would go to Diagon Alley with him tomorrow, and Mo Wen's eyes were fixed on the calendar on the wall: July 30.

Harry had never felt so happy and thrilled one day, and he hadn't imagined that he would be able to become a wizard, even though strange things often happened around him. He couldn't believe his eyes, thinking that this qiē was just a hallucination caused by his inability to endure the torture of his own uncle's family, but the tall figure in front of him told him that this qiē was real, Hagrid, Hogloz's key keeper, who had been rescued from the Dursleys on his birthday, and was now taking himself to buy his school supplies.

"Harry, we're here," Hagrid said, pausing to say, "the Leaky Cauldron." It is a very famous place. ”

A small, filthy pub that Harry probably wouldn't have noticed hadn't been pointed out by Hagrid. People who passed by in a hurry didn't even look at it. Their eyes fell only on a large bookstore on one side and a record store on the other. They can't seem to see the Leaky Cauldron at all. Harry had a strange feeling that only he and Hagrid could see the bar. Before he could speak, Hagrid had already pushed him into the store.

As a famous place, it's too dark and dirty. Several old women sat in the corner of the room with small glasses of sherry, and one of them was smoking a long cigarette pouch. A small man in a top hat was chatting with a barkeeper with almost stripped hair and a bearded walnut, while in a corner, a pair of young men were standing whispering, not knowing what they were talking about. As soon as they entered the door, the chattering suddenly stopped. Everyone here seemed to know Hagrid, and they smiled and waved to him. The barkeeper picked up a cup and said, "By the old rules, Hagrid?"

"No, Tom, I'm doing an errand for Hogwarts." Hagrid slapped the barkeeper on the shoulder with his giant palm, nearly knocking him down. "Oh my God," said the barkeeper, looking at Harry carefully, "this is—this must be—" There was silence in the Leaky Cauldron. "Oops!" The barkeeper whispered, "Harry Potter - it's an honor." He quickly came out from behind the bar and ran towards Harry, grabbing his hand with tears in his eyes. Welcome back, Mr. Potter, and welcome back. Harry didn't know what to say. Everybody was watching him. The old woman who smoked the long cigarette pouch smoked so hard that she didn't notice that the pouch was extinguished. Hagrid kept laughing. Then the chairs crackled, and Harry suddenly found himself shaking hands with the people at the Leaky Cauldron.

A pale young man approached, looking very nervous, one of his eyes twitching. "Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid said, "Harry, Professor Quirrell is one of the teachers who taught you at Hogwarts. "Bobo-one-Potter," Professor Quirrell stammered, grabbing Harry's hand, "and it's a pleasure to see you who can't say anything." "What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" An anti-one-defense technique against black-black-black-black magic. Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if he thought it would be better not to mention it. You've already used it, you don't need it, have you, Mr. Bo-Bo-Porter?" He laughed nervously. "You're going to buy what you need, aren't you? I'm also going to buy a new book about vampires. It seemed that the thought of it frightened him.

The pair of young men in the corner were standing there, the little girl with black hair looking a little excited, looking the legendary savior up and down, and the young man with gold and silver pupils staring at the stammering Professor Quirrell with a playful look in his eyes.

"Hey, you knew Harry was back today, didn't you, how did you know?" Qiu Zhang gently poked Mo Wen and asked curiously.

"Secret." Mo Wen smiled evilly, so angry that Qiu Zhang pinched him twice, Mo Wen hurriedly dodged, and then grabbed Qiu Zhang's hand and smiled, "Let's go and say hello to the savior, maybe we can ask for an autograph." After saying that, he took Qiu Zhang and walked over.