The rich man Bai Lang could have walked six steps in Diagon Alley to see if anyone would come up and beat him up - he was richer than most of the people who walked the street! He hadn't been to Diagon Alley for a while, and this time he bought a new robe—yes, he grew quite quickly, even a little taller than the average English boy of his age. And at this age, his body shape already looks like it.

The wand now resembles a cane more and more - in terms of length and shortness, since Bai Lang has grown taller, the wand naturally looks shorter. Bai Lang also recustomized the suit, the original suit was too short, and it was also damaged after training and night walking. Of course, all the teaching materials and everything are complete, Bai Lang didn't stay in Diagon Alley for long, and his most important purchase goal - it will take some time for the magic shop to continue to expand the space inside his leather bag.

So he went back with the things he had bought, and before school started, he would come and take away the leather bag stored in the magic shop, and according to his requirements, the space in it would be expanded several times - trying to reach half the level of the magical beasts. I'm afraid that this needs to be replaced and repaired by materials, and at the same time, it needs to be quite strong with a spell attached - all this means money, but fortunately, Bai Lang doesn't have much else now, and money has to be.

After paying three times as much gold as the bag he had purchased, Bai Lang got his messenger bag back a week later. He climbed down from his open bag and was very pleased to find that it could already be called a "park", according to the brochure distributed by the store, it was about 250 acres, which is almost a square kilometer in other words, and even a third larger than the Shanghai Zoo.

In this area, the shopkeeper also planted a lot of plants for him, and these plants grew very well under the impetus of magic - Bai Lang's idea was to herd some animals, anyway, there was a stream formed by a magical spring, he could have herded some cattle, sheep and deer or something, and then put Dior in it.

On the day we went to Hogwarts, it rained heavily - but Bai Lang had hailed a taxi in advance. After getting off the train at King's Cross, with a wand in one hand and an umbrella he had ordered for SAB in the other, he was a gentleman thug. That's the good thing about a leather bag with the Traceless Expansion Charm, he only needs to carry his hands on his back, and he doesn't have any suitcases that have to be exposed to the rain.

He walked across the platform to the Hogwarts Express, and as always, Bai Lang was still one of the first people to arrive. He found a private compartment in the back of the car, put the bag on the shelf, and hung the wet umbrella on the umbrella stand behind the door. "Phew, I remember this year was the Triwizard Tournament, and it was also the time when the noseless Voldemort came back to life. Bai Lang thought carefully about his own way of making trouble-"Joining the Triwizard Tournament?" doesn't seem to be possible, I don't have anyone to help me cheat and frame me, and I don't even think about it by relying on my own magic skills. ”

It could only be improvised, and Cedric was a pity, this Hufflepuff prefect who was a year older than White Wave was a very good person. The platform began to be lively, and the little wizards and their families kept appearing on the platform. “...... You know, my father really thought about sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the principal of that school. Alas, you know what he thinks of Dumbledore—the man was so fond of mudbloods—that Durmstrang simply wouldn't allow those who were scumbags to go to school. But my mother didn't want me to go to school that far. Father said that Durmstrang took a much more reasonable approach to the dark arts than Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students are really learning the dark arts, unlike us, what kind of ragged defenses......"

Malfoy's voice came from the hallway, and Bai Lang slumped in his chair, watching Malfoy walk down the hallway as he spoke—with Graff and Goyle, of course. Malfoy saw Bai Lang's mocking eyes, his voice suddenly lowered, and then directly cut off - he hurriedly walked through the door of this box with two followers. Gryffindor has passionate warriors, but White Wave is more of a brutal and ferocious other big cat.

Malfoy understood this from the first day of school, and he knew that the person in front of him was probably a character who didn't take human life seriously at all - it was useless for his father to come forward, his family's status, power and wealth were useless to this kind of person, and if you provoked him, he would kill you or kill you, and the consequences would not be considered by this kind of person. Malfoy Jr. was far less socially experienced than his father, but he knew it.

When Neville came in, Bai Lang was startled, the original Humpty Dumpty was gone, replaced by a teenager who was about the same height as Bai Lang or even a little taller, and his face was not so round. Looking at his walking pace, "Neville, I'm glad you didn't give up on training during the holidays. That's good, can you add mana to your blocks and attacks now?" Neville nodded heavily when he saw Bai Lang with a look of delight.

"Have you heard? Looks like there's something special going on at Hogwarts this year. Zabini pushed open the box door and said this as he entered. "Well, I heard my grandmother mention it. It seems that there is some traditional event to be held. Neville added. Bai Lang shrugged his shoulders, "Anyway, most of it has nothing to do with us, let's think about which unlucky one will be in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class......"

Even Neville smiled under Bai Lang's words—this was not the smile of a good fat man, but more like the smile of those English bear children outside. In fact, there is no doubt that the beariest hooligans in all of Hogwarts are in Gryffindor. The train kept moving north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture, so lanterns were lit in broad daylight. Gala gala, the small cart serving rice was pushed down the aisle, and Bai Lang still bought a lot of snacks for everyone to share.

There was a commotion outside—Neville had gone to Harry's box a few minutes earlier, and now White Wave and Zabini were there. "Malfoy is getting into trouble with Potter again?" I said Zabini, what is the relationship between the two of them?" Bai Lang asked rather maliciously, and Zabini's smile was equally evil, "Who knows......" and both hooligans burst into laughter.

The train arrived, but it was still the most typical of damn shit Scottish weather - torrential rain, wet and cold. Bai Lang put on his robe, and at the same time covered it with a cloak raincoat on the outside, and he opened the umbrella from the staggered waterproof slit, which could ensure that he would not get wet under double protection, and his whole body would be warm and dry. As for the other little wizards, they had to be unlucky ghosts who were caught in the rain.

Fortunately, the magic robes of wizards are actually waterproof and easy to dry, even if they are wet, they just go into a dry place and use magic to hula and dry in one fell swoop. Single

The carriage was quite dry, but Bai Lang didn't want to untie his raincoat at all, so he sat on the chair like this. The hapless Neville and Zabini were both drenched, and they regretted why they didn't bring an umbrella. Having just arrived at the vestibule, Bai Lang watched Ron eat a water cannonball, "Ahh

Peeves swooped down, and Peeves threw bombs in a series of bombs - accompanied by Professor McGonagall roaring out of the hall, "Peeves, stop me!"

The water cannonball exploded on the ground and on the little wizard's head, but it just couldn't hit the clumsy white wave in the poncho. And the white wave jumped up like lightning at the moment when Peeves was about to sacrifice himself with a huge water cannonball and smash it into the wind. Peeves exploded along with the water cannonball he was carrying, drenching all the students around him. Peeves, on the other hand, turned into a mess of glowing mush, snapping and sliding down the wall.

"Don't be nervous, it can't die. Peeves will be able to play pranks again in twenty minutes at most. Bai Lang comforted everyone. Professor McGonagall pulled Bai Lang angrily, "Can you light it up a little next time, you see it scared the sophomore Mr. Ronne." Don't be so violent in the future. ”

"No problem, Professor, next time I'll punch it out where they can't see it. Bai Lang said nonchalantly. "Alright, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly to the crowd, "Enter the Great Hall, hurry!" Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets. The four long college tables were already filled with twittering students. At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students.

Professor McGonagall arrives in the auditorium with the first-year students shortly after, apparently having fallen into the water because he is wearing Hagrid's oversized leather coat. Then there was the boring sorting ceremony that made people want to yawn - this was what Bai Lang himself thought, and the other students looked at it differently from him, cheering for the students who were assigned to their own houses, and sometimes cheering for the students who were assigned to other houses, the kind of thing that the Weasley brothers did to the people of Slydlin.

After the sorting ceremony, Professor Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. "I have only two words to say to you," he said, and his deep voice echoed through the auditorium, "Eat!" and food magically appeared in the basin, and Bai Lang suddenly became energetic and began to eat wildly. Nick, the Gryffindor ghost on one side, was chatting with the trio, seemingly talking about elves or something, and Hermione's movements grew so amplitude that the spoon smashed into the soup bowl.

Bai Lang glanced at her and continued to eat and drink regardless of it. At last, when the dessert was swept away, the last remaining crumbs of the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The humming of the hall suddenly stopped, and only the beating of the wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Alright!" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention once again, and I'm going to make a few announcements." At this time, Bai Lang heard Hermione say, "Phew!" "Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year there are a few more items that are forbidden in the castle, which are screaming balls, toothed saucers, and combo darts. The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out. ”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times. He continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the field is not accessible to students, and Hogsmeade Village is not allowed to be visited by students below the third grade. I would also like to regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year. "In Harry, they were amazed—not just Harry, but the young wizards from other houses were making all sorts of noises—mostly protests.

Dumbledore continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy – but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it. It is with great pleasure that I announce that this year at Hogwarts—" Just then, there was a deafening thunderclap, and the door to the Great Hall slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork of lightning slashed across the ceiling, and Bai Lang could see the person's face clearly.

"It's pretty much the same as it says in the book. "It's like carved out of a piece of decaying wood, and the carver has only a vague idea of what a human face should look like, and he's not very good at using a carving knife. Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes, Bai Lang muttered in his heart while looking at it.

One of his eyes was small, black and shiny, and the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue. The blue eye moved unblinking, up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye—and then, when the blue eye rolled over and burrowed into the man's head, everyone could only see a large white eyeball.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody. ”

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