Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

　　 "I don't have any... Talent?"

　　 After discussing for so long, Dudley seemed to have just understood what Shire meant, and Xiao Pangdun repeated gently, as if whispering.

　　 Harry was stunned next to him, he hadn't expected that things would turn out to be like this at all.

　　 "Yes, you didn't."

　　 "But Harry is the savior of the magic world, he is my cousin."

　　 Dudley asked incredulously, his fat face flushed with excitement.

　　 "But you are not."

　　 "But you said, I am a hero!"

　　 He started to get excited, and his voice was a little louder.

　　Charle noticed that a couple nearby who seemed to be senior Hogwarts students began to look at this place, but the location he chose was remote enough that he hadn't attracted much attention for a while.

　　 does not matter, this is Diagon Alley, or in peacetime.

　　 "You are indeed a hero."

　　 Charles said calmly.

　　 "Even if you can't learn magic, even if you don't step into this world."

　　 "It won't change you either."

　　 Dudley stopped talking suddenly, but his face became redder and red, as if on fire. . Charles suddenly remembered that he seemed to have snatched Harry's flame pepper ice cream to eat, which was a stamina.

"I hate you!"

　　 Suddenly, Dudley yelled at the three with a distorted expression. This voice made the entire Florin Fusco ice cream shop seem to be quiet.

　　 The air is burning, full of a fiery smell.

　　 "My mother is right! I should stay away from you!"

　　 He turned his head suddenly and said to Harry.

　　 "Freak!"

　　 He cursed, then rushed out without looking back. . By the way, I took away the unfinished flame pepper ice cream.

　　 Charles didn't react too much to Dudley's explosion. After all, he wasn't the same person. Such things would happen sooner or later.

Moreover, many things and children of this age cannot be explained, and they cannot understand, even if they may not know the true meaning of some things, such as what the magical world means, heroes will not change because of where they are. some type of.

　　 They only feel that they are lost, deceived, excluded, and rejected.

"gone!"

　　 Charles pressed Harry's hood down and blocked his forehead that was about to be exposed again.

The word 　　 freak has attracted a lot of attention, after all, the magical world of mixed blood and hemp wizards occupy the majority, and they have heard the word more or less.

　　 Harry and Hermione hurried to keep up with Shire, fearing that Dudley would be lost.

But Charles knew not, because he was staring at the floor tiles of Diagon Alley. He imagined the natural patterns on the floor tiles as a planned route, and the gaps around the stone tiles as maps, just like children often self-determined when they were young. It's like that when entertaining yourself.

　　 Then he saw Dudley's trajectory.

　　 is a metaphor for magic, finding people and finding their way.

Using your imagination like a child is like treating every brick as a beating grid, and you can successfully release magic. I don’t know which genius strategy team discovered it. It’s really a little clever ghost. Impressed.

　　 They saw Dudley at the entrance of Diagon Alley. Without a magic wand, he could not get out.

　　 stepped forward, Shire tapped the wall lightly, the arch reappeared, and Dudley immediately ran outside with a breeze.

　　 Harry who rushed over didn't have time to say anything, so he had to keep up with him again.

　　 A few little guys thumped through the broken cauldron bar, which attracted the dissatisfaction of the boss Tom.

　　 "Don't run around here, don't think I can't deduct your points and you can't do anything!"

　　 He waved the dirty rag of the wine glass.

　　 But Dudley ran out of the bar long ago.

　　 Dudley, who came outside, wanted to turn his head back and put out a few ruthless words, just as he used to bully the lower grades as Brother D, but when he turned around, there were any bars, and some were just a wall.

　　 A trace of panic and incomprehension flashed through Dudley's eyes, and then anger and disappointment appeared again.

　　 He left along the pavement of the commercial street in front of Chanel without looking back.

　　. . .

　　On the way back, Harry and Hermione were not very interested.

　　 "Perhaps you can wait for the holidays to bring some magic candies and ice cream."

　　 "He will like it."

　　 Harry gave a wry smile.

　　 Charles has nothing to do with this, he doesn't care much, he doesn't have any dislikes for Dudley, but he doesn't have much good feelings, just one. . For ordinary passers-by, there are still a few plots in the late Dudley stage, but they are not in the main line, and Charles doesn't really care.

　　 He went to Hermione from the beginning.

　　 Not to mention Dudley, Harry is incidental.

　　If there is no panel, maybe he will get close to Harry or far away from Harry, but the panel protects, instead of having time to consider the relationship with Harry, it is better to be more vigilant towards Dumbledore.

　　 After all, he is Dumbledore.

　　. . .

Dudley returned home, banged open the door, ran into the house, without saying anything, ignoring Feinong, who had gone home from get off work, and even ignored the dinner that Penny had cooked, and ran upstairs. , "Boom!" Shut himself into the room.

　　 Penny and Fenon glanced at each other, what happened to their little baby.

　　 "Go and see!"

　　 Fenon stared, his expression nervous.

　　 Penny ran upstairs quickly, she twisted the doorknob slightly, and found that it could not be opened, the door was locked, so she could only call out softly through the door.

　　 "My little Dada, what's wrong with you?"

　　 Dudley in the room was silent.

"My little baby.."

"do not bother me!"

　　 Dali shouted.

　　 Penny went downstairs helplessly, and shook her head at Fenon.

　　 But it happened that Harry also went home at this time. After seeing Harry, Petunia seemed to have thought of something, and her face became extremely difficult to look at.

"is that you!"

　　 she roared like crazy.

"is that you!"

　　 and grabbed Harry's ear.

　　 Harry couldn't dodge. A child must be struggling but an adult. He was carried all the way through the living room by Penny's ears, and then pushed into the cupboard.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Petunia closed the door fiercely and locked the cupboard outside.

　　 "Don't think about going out in your life! You bad kind!"

　　 she screamed, like a female ghost with Lockhart's neck stuck.

　　 Penny, who had been locked in by Harry, went back upstairs.

　　 "Dada, I have locked up that freak, don't be afraid."

　　 Petunia leaned against the door and whispered.

　　 "Click."

　　 The door opened.

　　 Penny hugged Dudley subconsciously. Before the class waited for her to ask, she heard Dudley ask in tears.

　　 "Mom, why can't I use magic?"

　　 Petunia's face froze.

　　. . .

"happy Birthday!"

　　 When Charles got home, he saw Andrea prepare a big surprise for him, a big birthday cake.

　　 "Happy birthday to you too."

　　 dumbfounded, Charles said subconsciously.

　　 Andrea frowned, with a strange expression, wanted to laugh but didn't smile.

"what did you say?"

　　 Finally she asked with a smile.

　　 Charles reacted.

　　 "Oh, I mean... Thank you!"

　　He took the gift.

　　 "Open it and take a look."

　　 Andrea urged eagerly.

　　 Charles unwrapped the bow on the parcel, and then opened the present.

"Wow."

　　 He exclaimed.

　　Birthday gifts have always been very random, and Charles never guessed what he would get.

"..what is this?"

　　 He repeatedly looked at the record in his hand.

　　 "This is a golden record!"

　　 Andrea said with a smile.

　　 "I can see it."

　　 The latter looked helpless.

　　 "This is the souvenir golden record of Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 flying into the universe for 20 years! Don't you like to study these weird things the most."

　　 "Oh, yes! They were launched in 1977."

　　 Charles suddenly realized.

　　 Then Andrea showed a satisfied smile.

　　 Voyager 1 and 2, he seemed to have a vague impression. This touched his knowledge blind zone, but it was easy to reverse the time. Andrea said it was a twenty-year anniversary. Twenty years ago, it was 1977.

　　 Yes, it is not 1991. In the original book, Harry Potter's enrollment time has been slightly delayed in order to better integrate the world view.

　　 "I like this gift very much."

　　 Charles repackaged the golden disc.

　　 "Now, let's cut the cake!"

　　 Andrea immediately pushed Charles to the cake and cheered.

　　. . .

　　 Granger's house, night.

　　 Since the little girl was not in high spirits after returning home at night and did not ask anything, Mrs. Granger was a little worried. After Hermione was asleep, she pushed the door open and came in and took a look.

　　 Hermione still looks unhappy in her sleep.

　　 Mrs. Granger was a little helpless.

　　 She sat on Hermione’s bed, tucked her tousled hair, and helped her tuck the quilt, and then she saw the book beside the bed.

　　 "Hogwarts: A school history?"

　　What kind of school is Hogwarts? Mrs. Granger recalled it, but she didn't seem to have heard of it.

　　 But, this little guy! I bought a book again.

　　 Mrs. Granger was even more helpless.

　　. . .

　　 At night, at Dursley’s house.

　　 Harry, who lives in the storage room under the stairs, didn't fall asleep. He stared blankly at the digital electric meter on the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　 Upstairs, Dudley, who occupies two bedrooms by himself, is already asleep, but while asleep, his brows are deep and his small fists are also tightly clenched, as if he is in a nightmare.

　　 But whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream, it was a dream in a deep sleep, so Dudley, who was falling asleep, did not see it through the beautiful little skylight of his house. . Under the distant moon, a huge large sailing boat is floating.

　　 "I smell it, desperate."

　　 At the forefront of the sailing boat, a handsome and excessively handsome, thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood with his waist in his waist, his gaze downward, as if he could penetrate the clouds and go straight to the center of the earth.

　　 "Anchor at anchor~www.readwn.com~We are going to have a new partner."

　　 The boy smiled, extremely handsome.

　　 The galleon seemed to start to slow down, but at this moment, a younger child ran up from the cabin.

　　 "Captain! They are catching up!"

　　 The boy's face showed impatience and irritation.

　　 He glanced back and saw a very light yellow sand, which came over from the horizon and chased him.

"Full speed ahead!"

　　 he shouted loudly.

　　 "If the speed slows down... I will kick all of you off the boat!! I want to watch your brains crack one by one!!!"

　　 The galleon began to accelerate.

　　 "Let’s talk about it later if I have a chance."

　　 The boy cast a gloomy look at the villa complex below.

　　 He turned and walked back to the rudder position, and then he did not know where to pull out a torn burlap bag.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 As he poured the contents of the bag on the ground, a large pile of delicate necklaces with hourglasses rolled out. . It's a time converter, it's all!

　　 "Boom! Boom!"

　　 He lifted his foot abruptly and smashed a few of them, and then began to turn the huge rudder.

　　 "Woo!"

　　 The big sailing ship filled its sails without wind, seemed to make a low roar, and then it rushed into the cloud sky faster and faster.

　　. . .

　　Time is always strange, it seems that the sand in the hourglass is faster than the running water, and it is fleeting in a blink of an eye.

　　 Days passed, and repeated this in the long-lost peace, but not long after, in the early morning of a certain day, owls suddenly appeared in the sky over England, and they flew freely, as if proclaiming the coming of a new era.