Everyday Players at Hogwarts

It is 4:10 pm, outside the greenhouse of Hogwarts.

After Hermione's brief sermon, Ron regained his composure and told Harry about the Malfoy family's dirty laundry and their "great achievements".

"Hedwig? Are you hungry again?" Harry said, taking out toast crumbs from his pocket.

So far, Hedwig has not brought anything to Harry.

Its daily life is to fly to Harry from time to time, peck Harry's ears, ask for a small bite of toast, and then fly back to the owl house to sleep with other owls on campus.

This makes Hedwig's whole owl plump.

However, today is different. Hedwig did not refuse Harry's food. After holding it in the tip of her mouth, she stayed on Harry's left shoulder, stretched out her right leg, and motioned Harry to check.

It was a note, written in a very messy handwriting:

Dear Harry:

I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoon. I didn't expect you to go to Ravenclaw. Could you come over to have tea with me around 3pm?

I'd like to know how your first week went. Please ask Hedwig to give me a reply.

Hagrid

Harry took out a quill and wrote hastily on the back of the note: Yes, I'd love to, see you soon.

Then he let Hedwig fly away.

Luckily, Harry still had the hope of having tea with Hagrid. For the next hour, Harry felt like a year had passed.

Not far away, Malfoy, after getting Harry's clear rejection, kept whispering strange things to Harry from time to time. Just after class, Harry was about to go to stop him with Ron, who couldn't suppress his anger, but he quietly disappeared into the crowd.

"Malfoy is such a bad guy. How come he disappeared after class?"

"Harry, I think he must have been frightened by the skills you showed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Ron frowned and said, not paying any attention to his words. This made the kind-hearted Harry feel guilty for accidentally hurting Quirrell.

Ryan watched this scene with interest, quietly observing the love spell on Harry that fluctuated with Harry's mood. But the only bad thing is that there are no wizards among Lily Evans' relatives.

This magic, as Harry left his mother's blood relatives, has been dormant again, which makes Ryan very tired and loses a lot of fun in eating every day.

No! Isn't Dudley Dursley Harry's cousin?

Although a wizard cannot make a mortal a wizard, it doesn't mean that Ryan has no way. Isn't there a lot of raw materials in Knockturn Alley?

Ryan thought of this good idea, and he couldn't sit still. The Phoenix incarnation flashed by, turned into a human form, and appeared in Diagon Alley, but no one noticed.

Ryan's body, under the connection of Ryan through the Lord God, still maintained his usual thinking habits. It happened that the get out of class was over, so he returned to the dormitory alone.

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Jason Custer is a dark wizard. He is under the influence of the great Mr. Borgin. After Mr. Borgin made a fortune because of "Doraemon", he also broke away from his previous vulgar life and began to go to the store in Diagon Alley from time to time to look after the scene.

This does not mean that he is good enough under Mr. Borgin. You know, there was a Slytherin student union president who had worked under him. It is said that this excellent predecessor is particularly good at persuading others to hand over treasures to the store for sale.

However, after the death of Puziba Smith, who was very famous at the time, this senior resigned, and the Hufflepuff gold cup also disappeared mysteriously. The legendary treasure that was originally assigned to the senior as a task to persuade Puziba Smith to sell.

However, surprisingly, Mr. Borgin did not report the incident, but suppressed it. In the end, a house elf named Hermione (Hao Qi, Jason Custer remembered it wrong) took the blame, saying that he was too old and accidentally put poison in the hostess's evening cocoa tea.

I'm off topic. Jason Custer is not outstanding. He just has a clean background and no criminal record.

He is very smart. He always uses induction to occasionally murder a good-looking male Muggle and vent his anger. And he can also use them as raw materials to make some cursed items (after getting tired of playing). Jason is not afraid of being discovered. His targets are all guys who like hiking and traveling to remote places.

They are stronger and more suitable for more complex games, and are not easily broken.

Jason usually puts the scraps in places where wild dragons often appear. Muggle limbs are common in these places.

However, recently, because of watching the scene, Jason is too busy to have fun, and recently, several new companions have disappeared inexplicably.

In Jason's opinion, this is very common. They are all well-known figures. They have the blood of more than one wizard under their hands. It is normal to attract revenge from their enemies. It is different for him.

Jason thought while stroking the wand in his sleeve. In Knockturn Alley, it is very important to keep contact with the wand.

Suddenly, Jason felt like he had passed through some invisible film. Jason raised his eyes. No, this is not right!

This is definitely not Knockturn Alley!

“Roar, roar, roar!!!” Jason heard familiar dragon roars from afar. This is the Welsh Green Dragon, the most common wild dragon in Britain.

“What is this forest? So familiar.”

“No matter what, I have to leave here first. An adult Welsh Green Dragon is 18 feet long, and I don’t have any dragon-proof perfume!” Jason thought with sweat all over his forehead.

Then, he began to look around, and through the position of the sun, he barely determined his position, and slowly backed away.

“Crack!” Jason suddenly turned his head, and it turned out to be a piece of bone. He wiped the cold sweat.

“No! This is? The Muggle’s! My favorite one! If it hadn’t been broken, I would have…” Jason found out through the traces of his own bad taste on the bone.

“How could it be! It hurts! Spare me! I’m Mr. Borgin’s man! Help!” Just when Jason’s eyes touched the bone.

He suddenly fell down, his eyes facing the bone, his whole body twitching, begging for mercy.

Ten minutes later, in invisible fear, he lost his life.

"Really, until you died, you didn't realize that the pain you suffered was what the victim had experienced before."

"Why don't you repent for this innocent life? This will make you feel better."

"You are the 51st. If you didn't suddenly get inspiration, I'm afraid it would be your turn next month or when you commit another crime." A figure appeared. It was Ryan, shaking his head and sighing.

He had been standing in front of Jason, fading into the void, like a ghost.