Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

　　 "Ling! Ring! Ring!"

　　 An electronic alarm like a bell strikes suddenly in a quiet early morning. It is crisp, with incredible penetrating power, as if it can easily penetrate any substance, such as the human brain.

　　 On a double bed next to the alarm bell, there was a wave of squirming under the quilt, and then an arm stretched out from below, grabbed the alarm bell, and pulled it to the ground.

"Snapped!"

I don’t know what material the alarm is made of. It fell from a distance of more than one meter, and it was broken into several segments as if it could not be suffered. Well, maybe it’s more appropriate to describe it as broken bones because of its parts. Scattered on the ground, the dial battery pointer and so on are everywhere.

　　 Of course, the alarm stopped.

　　 Quiet seems to have filled this morning again, but unfortunately it only lasted a few seconds, because the next moment, when it fell on the alarm dial on the ground, a looming mouth shape suddenly appeared, and it began to break into pieces.

　　 "I really missed me when I was a clock, at that time, I was ignorant, even if it was torn to pieces, I would not feel pain."

　　 "Now I understand."

　　 "I also understand pain."

　　 "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

　　 "What is the meaning of life, and where do I come from? Is this painful mission my destiny..."

　　 The quilt was suddenly opened, revealing a slightly messy head.

　　 "In fact, you don't feel pain now."

　　 "Of course, if you don't close your mouth, I believe that this time tomorrow morning, your wish will come true."

　　 Charles sat up from the bed, and the parts of the alarm clock on the ground were bound by some invisible force, like a magnetic field, which reunited them in the blink of an eye to form a perfect alarm clock.

　　 The hands continued to flow ticking, and the alarm clock jumped up, jumping from the ground back to its original table position.

　　 "Thank you, my master."

　　 was praised by the repaired alarm clock.

　　 "It would be better if you don't need to go through this process every morning!"

　　 Charles ignored the alarm clock, which was still chattering. He couldn't sleep anymore after such a farce, but he felt a little puzzled when he touched the chilly bed next to him.

　　 Where is the person? Isn't it the weekend today? The Ministry of Magic doesn't go to work.

　　 While Shire was thinking about it, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and the neatly dressed Miss Granger threw a lot of things over in a very quick tone.

　　 "Today is Aisha's birthday, you must have forgotten it, right."

　　 Charles sighed, then glanced at the alarm bell again.

　　 "So you adjusted the alarm one hour earlier."

　　 "Time is money, my master, you need to know..."

　　 Charles stretched out his hand and turned the alarm away. The dial with the mouth was against the wall, immediately making the alarm not open, and the noisy sound instantly quieted down.

"you are welcome."

　　 Miss Granger opened her hands.

　　 "Toto has made breakfast... You better move faster."

　　 "I know, I know." Charles replied.

　　 But such a quick reply made Hermione Granger squinted suspiciously.

　　 She pulled her right hand in her pocket out of the back pocket of her tight jeans, and nodded Charles' head.

　　 "You better not sneak away like last time."

　　 Then Hermione paused, as if he had heard something, and then continued.

　　 "Le Pei and Arlo have arrived, we better hurry up."

After 　　 said, she nodded Shire again, then she flung her hair and went out.

"Ok."

　　 Charles shrugged, showing a helpless smile.

　　 He got up from the bed, the whole room seemed to be alive at this moment.

The socks jumped up from the ground by themselves, and while Shire raised his feet, he tried to put himself on his feet. The pants followed closely, but the movements of the pants were too big, and they almost tripped Shire. wrestle.

　　 Charles walked, while the clothes moved by themselves.

　　 The shirt opened the door of the cabinet, poked its head out, and then rushed towards the Shire as if he had spotted the target at a glance. The coat hung on the hanger also followed erraticly behind, but it knew that it was the finale.

The tie tied a knot to himself, and he slammed it with a force that seemed to strangle someone to death, "Crack!" As if hearing the crunch of his neck bone, Charles quickly grabbed the loose tie. After loosening, I can breathe the air smoothly.

　　 Charles, who went to the drawer to select watches and cufflinks, passed by the large full-length mirror, and Mr. Full-length greeted him warmly.

　　 "You look so handsome today, Mr. Charles."

　　 "Thank you, but I do it every day."

　　 Charles stopped slightly, grabbed his hair against the full-length mirror, and then moved forward again.

　　 watches, cufflinks, wedding rings, magic wands. . A complete set of costumes was quickly completed seven or eighty-eight.

　　 "Asia's birthday... Yes, I almost forgot, Aisha, wait!"

　　 Charles suddenly stopped.

　　 "Aisha, Anna... Madison!"

　　 "Damn it, Madison shouldn't..."

　　 "There is a call from you, sir."

　　 "Om!" The phone that was thrown on the table suddenly heard Siri's prompt, "Connect," Charles said.

　　 "I hope you haven't gone out yet, my friend."

　　 On the other end of the phone was a lazy voice, a tone that seemed casual, but did not make people feel too undervalued, with typical aristocratic arrogance.

　　 is Draco Malfoy.

　　 Although he tried his best to imitate his father's aristocratic temperament, it is a pity that his background is still almost, lack of aristocratic temperament, more than arrogant attitude, which makes him sound like a complete bastard.

　　 If it hadn't been after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco had listened to the flick of the Charles and went to the Americas with them to develop, only to be fascinated by the beauty of the Muggle world.

　　 After realizing the hospitality of those Muggle girls, the current Malfoy family patriarch waved the banknotes and completely transformed into a playboy, who happened to be in line with the Shire attributes, and the two stinks. . Cough, ah no, it's because the hero sees the same thing, and the relationship is pretty good. Based on his **** attitude, it is estimated that he has been killed long ago.

"of course not."

　　 Charles took a deep breath.

　　 "Listen, brother, I need your help."

　　 "It seems you already know that your Miss Madison will also attend today's birthday party."

　　 Draco, who was on the top floor of the Hilton Tower in New York, crawled out of a monster called Girl Pile, and stood in front of the huge French windows overlooking the entire Manhattan Peninsula, facing Ling. . The morning sun, relaxing on the phone.

　　 "I can't help you this time, my friend."

"Although you don’t know why you solved so many girl’s problems well, but you’ve got some trouble on this Miss Madison, but I’ve said long ago that you should take care of yourself, otherwise you will one day It will roll over."

　　 "So, I can help you choose a good place, how about Hamilton Cemetery."

　　 "Thank you, but this is not necessary."

　　 Charles refused angrily.

　　 "And I prefer the scenery near the Danube."

　　 "Relax, friend."

　　 Draco on the other end of the phone smiled gleefully.

　　 "I can reserve a place for you tonight, after you are kicked out of the house."

　　 "Whether it's like the last time, the two of us drank in the Louvre until the morning, or like the last time we had a carnival in Versailles, there is no problem."

　　 "But I personally suggest that Versailles is better. At least I can call some caring girls to comfort you who have been injured, instead of just our two big men drinking in the Louvre."

　　 "Aren't you afraid that Astoria will kill you?"

　　 Charles snorted.

"afraid."

　　 Draco admitted without hesitation.

　　 "But at that time it is estimated that you had been thrown into the wilderness by Miss Montgomery and your wife. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Well, my friend, I look forward to seeing you in the evening, of course... it's better not to see."

　　 The phone hangs up.

　　 put the phone in the inner pocket of his clothes, and Shire returned to the full-length mirror to organize his image again.

　　 There is not much time left for him. He must find a way to solve the situation where Madison and Hermione will meet today before breakfast and Hermione arrives at the birthday party. . At least they should not be allowed to fight on the spot, or jointly beat themselves.

　　 That would definitely be a disaster.

　　 Looking at the full-length mirror, Charles sighed again. Then he spoke suddenly.

　　 "In fact, I believe that after hearing the familiar names of Miss Hermione Granger, Draco Malford, and Astoria, you must already know what the world is here."

　　 Charles said slowly into the mirror.

　　 "Yes, this is the world of Harry Potter."

　　 He turned his head and faced the outside of the book.

　　 "But why are there still Aisha, Le Pei, Arlo, Miss Madison Montgomery here, oh, of course they are not just ordinary passers-by with similar names, why do you think so."

　　 "They are them, yes, from other stories, beauty, fear, peace, etc."

　　 "Because this is not just the world of Harry Potter."

　　 Charles put on the last cufflink, and the wand of purple wood was ignited by him in his hand.

　　 "I know you must be curious, but this is a long story."

　　 "I hope that your morning tea time is enough, so you can listen to me carefully and finish the story."

　　 "But please wait a moment, because I have to solve a small problem that may cause a marital crisis."