Dumbledore unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

In the first half, Zhang Xiao talked about her plans for the summer vacation - to travel all over the UK in a Ferrari sports car.

Dumbledore didn't know what a Ferrari was, but he thought it might be a muggle broomstick.

In the letter, Zhang Xiao also said frankly that he used a little confusion spell.

At the time of purchasing a car and when documents are required.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, he didn't think that Zhang Xiao shouldn't use magic, in fact, he had never objected to the use of magic by young wizards.

It's just that he opposes Discord's use of magic, and Dumbledore has absolute confidence in Zhang's self-control.

Dumbledore was deeply pleased with Zhang Xiao's summer decision, and walked around the scenery and went for a ride to chat with the little witch, which is what a young wizard of this age should do.

The letter also included a conversation he had with Hermione, about the effects of his wand and advice on Hermione's practice of casting spells without a wand.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up slightly, the ban on the use of magic during the summer vacation had been in place for many years, but few young wizards could really use this ban as another opportunity to practice.

"It's a good idea to force yourself to leave your wand and practice wandless spellcasting."

Dumbledore suddenly thought of his own 'whimsy', but he continued to read the letter before he could finish it.

The following gradually became serious, and Dumbledore's gaze lingered on a passage in the letter for a long time.

The wise old man in the East asked Zhang to participate in the Goblet of Fire?

It will take at least a day for the letter to arrive here, and it seems that the old man in the East is more sure than himself that the Goblet of Fire will definitely be held?

Is it a fortune-telling in oriental legends? Dumbledore has studied Chinese for so long and knows a lot about some traditional culture.

As for whether the East can participate, this should not be a questionable sentence.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, pulled over a piece of parchment, and began to reply to Zhang Xiao.

"Zhang, I have received your letter, and I am very happy that you can have the summer vacation you want."

So on your trip, if you meet the right person, give it a try.

Albus Dumbledore. ”

Zhang Xiao sat in the hotel's dining room, pulling out the napkin tucked into her collar, all in all, the breakfast looked very stylish.

But the taste. It's quite not in line with the taste of the Chinese.

He picked up the parchment again, not to mention the old-fashioned and backward society of wizards and the atmosphere of this hotel.

The quality of parchment paper is very good, this is not the current industrial sulfuric acid paper, but real parchment paper.

Faintly glowing in the sun, the writing of the quill pen is full of color on the parchment.

Dumbledore also communicated with him about recent events, acknowledging that the Goblet of Fire was about to take place.

None of this is the point, because I already knew it, and the point is the next paragraph.

"Zhang, the scale of the Goblet of Fire this time is unprecedented, and you are right, with the development of Muggles, the risk of exposure to wizarding is getting stronger and stronger.

I think you can also write some short stories, and if you meet the right person, like I said, try it.

It never hurts to try more."

Zhang Xiao rubbed his head with a complicated expression, never expected that the final implementer of Dumbledore's plan was himself.

In a sense, the whole world itself may be the most suitable person to do this.

It's not just the storyline, it's even who you should talk to.

Dumbledore was really- what a look!

After drinking the coffee, Zhang Xiao stood up and asked for a map from the front desk.

If memory serves, Aunt Law would have been in Leeds or Edinburgh.

I looked at the map for a while, measured the distance, and converted it according to the scale, about more than 300 kilometers.

It's only about 4 hours, very fast, go!

(Note: The following content is composed of Aunt Rowling's own interviews and real experiences, with artistic adaptations, but no exaggeration)

Rowling sat at one of the innermost tables in the café, looking out the window wistfully.

The lead-gray sky was covered with thick dark clouds, and the rain was dripping, and it was summer, but there was a deep coolness on the body.

Rowling felt that the scene in front of him was like his own situation, gray and gloomy, with no hope in sight.

The clerk at the counter stood on tiptoe to look in his direction, and Rowling hurriedly lowered his head and wrote and drew on the paper, pretending to be busy.

The cheapest coffee next to her was already cold, but she didn't dare to let the clerk come over, for fear of hearing something embarrassing.

This is not uncommon, she has been to many coffee shops in Edinburgh.

The reason why I chose this innermost and darkest seat is also because it is the only seat that is not easy to be evicted.

If it's a seat near the window, if you don't order, the smiling professional clerks will come and politely chase away people.

Rowling sighed and took a small sip of her cold coffee, she didn't dare to drink more.

My mother died of multiple sclerosis two years ago.

finally got out of the pain and entered the marriage hall with her boyfriend, but I didn't expect that just a year later, the true nature of the 'soul mate' I thought was exposed.

Domestic violence, quarrels, one after another, and even when her daughter Jessica was just 4 months old, her husband and daughter's father actually did something to throw them on the street and leave by themselves.

Unemployed, destitute, and when Rowling returned to England alone with her daughter, she found herself suffering from depression.

Alas.

Jessica is only a year old, so it's good to do something. The benefits I just applied for were only $15 a day.

Rowling turned her pen and stared blankly at the sky, the child was too young and she had to stay and take care of it.

This almost cuts off the possibility of everything working properly, and all that can be done is some freelance work.

Like writing?

Rowling suddenly remembered a trip from Manchester to London, around the end of August.

At King's Cross Station, I saw a skinny boy with black hair, with glasses, pushing a cart alone with a snow-white owl on it.

The little boy's luggage was not packed, and his black robe was exposed, and Rowling helped.

Sorcerer?

She smiled and began to write and draw on the paper.

Zhang Xiao held a black umbrella and stood on the street, looking around at the surrounding scene.

Britain in the 90s was the last glory of the corner shop, which was full of small shops to meet people's daily needs.

The rain hit the black umbrella with a dull "ticking" sound, and this was the third block I had found.

Zhang Xiao had never felt that it was so difficult to find someone before.

The convenience of the Internet in later generations is vividly reflected at this moment.

He only remembered a few words about Aunt Rowling, such as in an English café, as if it had been written in Leeds or Edinburgh.

They are living in poverty and need relief money to make ends meet.

And then it was gone

Even the phone book commonly used in foreign blockbusters is useless to find people.

Aunt Rowling is so poor that she can't afford to eat, how can she afford to install a phone!

In the end, it came in handy with the most inconspicuous message - applying for a relief subsidy.

Still magically opened, Zhang Xiao successfully made the staff of the town hall think that he was the senior sheriff of Scotland Yard.

Responsible for investigating a "frenzied serial robbery of impoverished relief workers." ”

As for why the villains robbed relief workers who couldn't make up £10 in their bodies, it can only be said that the confusion charm does not exactly follow the user's intentions.

It relies more on the brain of the confused

Fortunately, Aunt Rowling's application was not long ago, and it only took a moment for the female staff of the city hall to find what Zhang Xiao wanted in the file.

"Joanna Rowling – single mom, raising a one-year-old child alone, unable to work, depressed.

Meet the criteria for relief. ”

Through the application file, Zhang Xiao found the address, which is located in a low-cost housing house in Edinburgh.

But when he came to the door, the house was empty, and the manager of the low-rent housing said that the child had been sent to the care center today.

Because today is the day Joanna undergoes behavioral therapy for depression.

Based on her handsome appearance and a £100 thank you fee, the female administrator told Joanna in extra detail.

It also provides an important message.

That is, Joanna will come back very late because her daughter Jessica is well taken care of in the care center and will have plenty of milk powder and food.

If Joanna had picked her up early, she would not have eaten as well as the food at the center.

To save money, Joanna would find a coffee shop and stay late at the end of the treatment.

As for which coffee shop, it's up to you.

In short, the future Aunt Kuoqi Luo is now at the lowest stage of her life.

Zhang Xiao looked around, locked on a café, and walked over.

"Jingle bell~" The pleasant wind chimes sounded.

Joanna instinctively looked up at the door, and saw a dark-haired teenager in a T-shirt and jeans putting away his umbrella as if by magic.

Obviously, just as soon as I put it away, the umbrella disappeared magically, and my eyes were spent?

Then she saw the boy casually cast his gaze at her, and Joanna hurriedly lowered her head, praying that the clerk would not pay attention.

"Sir, what do you need to come?"

Zhang Xiao withdrew her gaze from the corner, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards in a beautiful arc.

"Latte, two glasses, one for the lady."

Zhang Xiao gestured to Joanna in the corner.

The clerk stretched out his head to take a look and said in surprise:

"Are you a friend of the lady?"

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that she often comes by herself, sits all day, and looks melancholy."

The clerk smiled embarrassedly and handed over the receipt and change.

Zhang Xiao pushed the change back again: "Tips! (Gratuities)"

Looking at the tip, which is higher than the price of coffee, the clerk's smile can't help but be a little more enthusiastic.

Refusing the clerk's delivery, Zhang Xiao slowly walked to the booth where Joanna was with twice the coffee, pulled out the chair in her surprised gaze, and said with a smile:

"Hello, Ms. Joanna.

Can I treat you to a cup of coffee? ”

"Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, Joanna shrank back vigilantly, and there was a gesture of holding her arms, which in psychology is a gesture of resistance and alertness.

Who is he? Why do you know my name? The guy that the bastard's ex-husband found?

In a short split second, Joanna's brain was running at breakneck speed, and she felt more and more that it might be someone her reporter's ex-husband had found.

Maybe he's still hiding in the corner and quietly pointing the camera here, what does he want?

Get some evidence of your relationship with other men so that you can use it in a lawsuit?

People who can be found. Isn't it a little too small?

And I'm already penniless, what can I get?

Jessica!

Joanna's eyes widened, and she felt that she had found the truth, that domestic violence man wanted custody of Jessica!

No, the thought of handing over her lovely daughter to that Portuguese domestic violence man, Joanna's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't you think about it!"

She trembled, grabbed the paper and pen in front of her, hurriedly stuffed them into her worn-out satchel, and wanted to leave.

Zhang Xiao looked at Aunt Luo's face changing with a blank face, and suddenly said "Don't think about it", and then stood up and was about to leave.

No, what did I do?

Isn't it just to say hello?

Seeing that Joanna had already stood up, the movement here also aroused the curiosity of the clerk, and Zhang Xiao had to raise her hand and snap her fingers crisply.

This snapping finger seems to have magical powers.

Joanna was horrified to find that she couldn't move, and the air around her body seemed to become some kind of fixation, firmly clamping herself in the middle.

"Another use of the Slowdown Damping Spell is very convenient to use well, but the disadvantage is that there must be a casting object, otherwise it will form an invisible ladder when used against the air."

Zhang Xiao put down his hand for a moment and made an inviting gesture:

"I don't mean anything, can I ask you to have a good chat?"

Joanna suddenly felt that she could move again, and when she was about to scream, she found that the young man in front of her looked helpless, and raised her hand again, ready to snap her fingers.

She immediately covered her mouth and instinctively wanted to leave, but she didn't know what was going on, and Joanna felt a kind of grievance and stubbornness in her heart.

Life is already so bad, how bad can it be?

As if angry, Joanna sat back, picked up the coffee that Zhang Xiao had just brought over and drank it all, and then looked at him demonstratively with a circle of coffee foam.

Zhang Xiao felt a little ridiculous, indeed, he could come to Joanna's side unconsciously and pour what he knew into it.

But Zhang Xiao wants to talk to this lady who has always insisted, the mother of Harry Potter.

He looked at Joanna, compared to the graceful and confident JK · Rowling, Joanna in front of her, though younger.

But she looked older, and the tiredness that she couldn't hide hung on her face, and the dark circles under her eyes indicated that she had not had a good rest recently.

In addition to stubbornness, there is despair and helplessness in the blue eyes.

Yes, if she hadn't been lucky enough to apply for benefits, she and Jessica would have starved to death.

Zhang Xiao pondered for a while, thinking that it was better to start with small talk.

He made a writing gesture and asked curiously:

"I just saw you writing something, is it creation?"

"yes, what did that bastard tell you? Snatch my manuscript? After all, he's already grabbed it once. ”

Joanna rudely opened her shabby satchel and poured the contents onto the table.

Except for a lipstick with paint off, a few coins, and a few papers, there were the pieces of paper that were stuffed inside.

Other than that, there is nothing.

"But he may be disappointed, thanks to him, I've been treating depression and haven't written anything."

Zhang Xiao looked at a little boy with stick figures on the paper, messy hair, round glasses, and lightning-shaped scars on his forehead.

The painting is very rough, which is a little better than a stickman, but Zhang Xiao still recognizes who this person is at a glance.

His best friend, Harry Potter.

It turns out that even without herself, would Rowling end up on this path?

Zhang Xiao suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh, so he really laughed like that.

"Hahahahaha-"

Joanna looked at the boy in front of her in horror, and even felt that his mental illness might be worse than her own, and she hesitated again whether to run away quickly.

But she didn't pay attention, even with such a loud laughter, the clerk not far away still looked at the fashion impurities as if they hadn't heard anything.

"I'm sorry, but I suddenly felt a little happy."

Zhang Xiao stopped laughing, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth still reflected his pleasure.

After thinking about it, he raised his hand again, smiled and said:

"Lady Joanna, are you ready to enter a magnificent world like you've never seen before?"

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

It would be the greatest disrespect if I attributed rowling to writing Harry Potter to instilling memories in the main character.

So come on, Aunt Luo!

(End of chapter)