It's August.

Douglas stayed in the house for a month.

During this time, I sent some letters to some friends.

Of course, he didn't keep an owl because of his early plan to hide in the Muggle world as much as possible.

That's thanks to his editor in the wizarding world, Mr. Slane of Silent Books, who is the urging owl.

Without it, Douglas felt that he might have really disconnected from the wizarding world.

I learned about the OWL and neWtS exams in recent years from some graduating seniors, and summarized the exam syllabus for nearly five years.

Thankfully, due to the population base of the wizarding world, and the long lifespan of the examiners.

Most of the questions remain largely unchanged.

In addition, he distinguishes the content of the textbook into practical and theoretical articles.

It should be mentioned here that every professor is entitled to choose his own textbook.

Of course, Douglas didn't make much of a difference on this.

Although the classics are not necessarily the best.

But due to the wizarding world, people are slow to develop in all aspects.

So many years

In the lower grades, I was still using Quentin Trimb's Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense, which provided an in-depth introduction to a variety of dark creatures and some defense charms.

He wasn't as narcissistic as Lockhart, making his students study his own books.

I used to wear a vest to distribute books in the wizarding world.

The main reason was his fear of Dumbledore's receptivity when he was a student.

That's why he thought of using his whimsical novel thinking as a cover.

Unfortunately, not all students are named Harry Potter.

At first, Dumbledore didn't pay much attention to him.

It wasn't until later that Dumbledore noticed after he had done those things at school.

But when he thinks of Lockhart, Douglas always thinks that he is ignoring something?

Glancing at the clock, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Douglas stretched and looked through the window at the crescent moon in the air.

I couldn't help but sigh:

"The moon is like a hook, and tenderness is hard to eliminate...... "

Suddenly, Douglas suddenly saw a car flying in the moonlight, and it seemed that it was not very far away from him.

He suddenly remembered what it was.

Then he tapped his finger to the side of his eyes, and then said silently:

"Visually closer!"

Suddenly, as if he was setting up a high-powered telescope, the distant scene quickly zoomed in until he could clearly see the people in the car.

Really......

There were four people sitting in the car, three redheads.

One of the twins, without having to be confirmed, could be guessed to be George and Fred, whom they had seen at the Burrow a few years earlier.

The other was their youngest brother, Ron, who was seven or eight years old when he met him.

The main thing is that he saw a child with black hair and glasses.

"Looks familiar, this is Harry Potter?"

Before he could take a closer look, the car flew into a cloud of mist.

Douglas frowned slightly and rubbed his eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, this must be the 'Weasley Breaks into Dursley at night and drives Harry out of the sea of misery'.

Depending on the direction in which they fly, and the location of the Burrow,

Explain that Harry Potter actually lives not too far from his own home? ”

Douglas struggled to remember if he had accidentally met the protagonist in his usual life.

"Mr. Weasley, though, is quite talented.

Do you want to find a car yourself and ask Mr. Weasley to help you modify it......"

The corners of Douglas's mouth curled slightly.

About five years ago, Douglas had a very good relationship with Bill Weasley, an honor student in his class.

That year, he was invited by Bill to the Burrow to spend Christmas together.

There he met the future twins, as well as little Ron and little Ginny.

Charlie, of course, but they already knew each other at school.

After spending a week at the Burrow, Mr. Arthur Weasley asked him a lot about the Muggle world.

When he knew that Arthur hadn't started modifying Muggle cars yet, he made a few comments on the sidelines.

It was then that Douglas learned that converting a Muggle item into a magical item in its entirety was not simply a matter of casting the corresponding spell on the item.

It also requires deep knowledge of alchemy.

It's a pity that Hogwarts' alchemy class has been short of teachers because of the turmoil of those years.

But because it's only an elective course, this class has been suspended for a long time, and only the library has some alchemy books.

However, Douglas judged from Arthur's reaction that although the Weasleys were not wealthy, it was only a monetary performance.

As one of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans, it is clear that it has its own heritage.

Douglas said he was not envious at all.

But......

Douglas finally remembered that he had always felt that he had missed something.

When he first saw the Weasley kids, he finally remembered - Ginny, the diary, the secret room, the basilisk.

Too much time has passed......

In fact, when he was in the first grade, he even looked for a secret room.

And successfully found the bathroom where Myrtle was, and also found the faucet with the snake sign that does not come out of water.

At that time, he also imitated the Parseltongue he learned in the movies in his previous life and tried to open the secret room.

Hehe, Muggle movies really can't be trusted.

Douglas touched his chin and thought back to his previous Secondary 2 moments.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think I'm in one of the library's Hogwarts, A History

Next to the content about the secret room,

In Hanyu Pinyin, I wrote where the secret room was and what was inside.

Also engraved next to that faucet is the words "Welcome Home, Mr. Voldemort]......"

Thinking of this, Douglas couldn't help but feel a little ashamed that he had used his mature soul to do childish things.

I don't know if the words of the Jump Prophet will scare Voldemort.

But none of that was what he should be thinking about right now.

The sky fell, and there were tall men on top of it.

Now, Douglas needs to think about how to cope with the meeting with the editor at the end of the month.

It's a painful thing to be reminded.

It was fast to the end of August.

Douglas came to London with the manuscript that he had rushed out in the month, and probably a book could be published.

Between a bookstore and a record store, see the leaky cauldron bar.

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Douglas couldn't help but pout.

The bar was still so dimly furnished, with only a few tables in the shadowy corners, except for the bar.

The only promotional menu is a dirty poster at the back of the bar about pork head with snacks.

That's right, this was designed by Douglas himself and hung here.

The pig's head meat method is not if it is not caught by some people, he is reluctant to exchange it.

As soon as he entered the bar, Douglas was spotted by Tom, the sharp-eyed manager.

"Oh, I'll see who this is, Mr. Holmes, great patron.

It's been a long time, if you want a glass of butterbeer, I'm in for a treat.

To celebrate your ......"

Douglas couldn't help coughing lightly and couldn't help but snort:

"Old Tom is still so well-informed.

But thank you, I'm going to Diagon Alley and have something to do, I'll be back to talk to you later. ”

Old Tom shrugged his shoulders in a casual gesture, and went on wiping the wine glass from his hand.

He guessed who the other party was looking for, after all, this pig's head meat was a snack for the sake of alcohol, but it was his own hush money.

As the gatekeeper at the entrance to Diagon Alley, he still knows what to say and what not to say.

Douglas took his own hands to the small patio behind the bar.

Draw your wand, then count three bricks up and two more horizontally, using the trash can as a coordinate.

(Why, because he doesn't come much.) ）

Tap it lightly with your wand.

With a grinding sound, the sound of a lively street market suddenly sounded in my ears.

A long cobblestone street with all sorts of quirky shops in front of you.

"Wizarding world, long time no see!"