I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

"I'm just a little worried about him..." Carl was depressed, his fingers kept tapping on the table, which showed his irritability.

"Come on, dear, if you keep tapping, there will be another hole on the table." Alice rubbed her head and looked at Carl's actions, feeling a little overwhelmed. "We should worry more about tomorrow than this, because..."

Alice was interrupted before she finished speaking. A pure black bird flew to the center of the hall and hovered over the long table of Gryffindor. Carl took a look and saw that Sirius was in big trouble.

After the birds stopped, a red envelope fluttered into Sirius's hand. The red envelope opened and turned into a mouth shape. The letter made a loud noise, "Sirius Black! I didn't expect you to really go to Gryffindor!..."

Carl didn't hear the insults that followed because he covered his ears, but it should be some very unpleasant words. Carl saw that Sirius's face turned a little pale. Carl didn't agree with the Black family's way of raising children. But now it seems that Sirius will definitely not dare to go home for Christmas. I wonder where he will go?

But James will not let his good brother sleep on the street. The shelter of stray dogs is not the responsibility of cats. Cats of course only shelter cats.

"Because of what tomorrow?" Carl asked Alice. Alice was suddenly interrupted and forgot for a moment, "Oh, yes, because there is a flying class tomorrow. Although Carl is good at spells, he may not be talented in everything, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe I am an all-round genius?"

There was still some time after dinner. Carl planned to send the envelope out, along with the snacks. He packed a small package and sandwiched the letter in the middle of the snacks. Penny should like it.

But there were too many little wizards sending letters. Carl couldn't find a suitable owl for a while. "What should I do?" Carl was a little at a loss with the package. Maybe he would send the letter tomorrow when there were fewer people?

Carl left with the small package, sighed, and felt helpless. If he didn't send the letter to Penny, Penny would think that he didn't treat her as a friend. This was absolutely not allowed!

"Bang--" Just when Carl was daydreaming, an owl flapped its wings and glided in. Carl always felt that this white mass looked familiar, but he forgot where he had seen it.

It was not until the owl hit Carl's waist that Carl finally remembered this reckless guy.

The first time is unfamiliar, and Carl did not fall to the ground because of the shock wave this time, but flexibly caught the white snowy owl.

"..."

Carl looked at the owl that hurt his waist twice, and didn't know how to face it. He couldn't just let it go. Well... Although this snowy owl looked small, it should be able to deliver the package back to his home, right?

About ten minutes later, Carl rubbed his hands and looked at the little snowy owl carrying a package that was almost the same size as it, and smiled with satisfaction.

"You must deliver the letter well, okay?!" Carl happily said goodbye to the little snowy owl, humming a song and happily returned to the dormitory, resting his energy, because he still had classes tomorrow.

The night passed quickly, and Carl did not log into the game at night.

Because even if he seemed to be asleep, his brain was still active because of his excitement. It was impossible for his body to recover properly when he was working in the mine. He was only eleven years old. If he did not sleep well, he would probably not grow tall. Therefore, he could only work a few times a week or take time out to do it.

Alice told him last night that he would have a flying class tomorrow. This kind of class is more physically demanding, and Carl did not want to fall off his broom tomorrow.

Carl went to the long table of Slytherin like yesterday, but today was different from yesterday. In addition to Sever, there was another scattered student at the long table of Slytherin.

However, there was a lot of space around Sever. Carl approached him as if nothing had happened despite the gazes of others. Well... as long as he was not embarrassed, it would be others who were embarrassed.

Sever did not read the potion encyclopedia or herbal book today, but instead studied something with a bunch of bottles and jars.

"Sif?" Carl appeared behind Sif silently, startling him. After seeing who was coming, Sif went back to tinkering with his things. Carl got closer and saw that Sif was folding a sandwich.

"What are you doing?" Carl slumped on the table like a boneless mollusk. "It's rare to see Sif not reading a book today?"

"Yeah." Sif continued his work and took out the white sauce.After squeezing out the excess mayonnaise from the bottle, he folded the sandwich and handed it to Carl.

"For me?" Carl looked at the sandwich in disbelief. He pointed at the sandwich and then at himself. Siver looked at Carl's action with some dissatisfaction.

"If you don't want to eat it, forget it." Carl immediately snatched the sandwich. "Of course I want to eat it!" No kidding, Siver made the sandwich himself, and those who don't want to eat it will be in trouble.

Carl picked up the sandwich and took a bite lightly, and then his eyes lit up. He took another bite in disbelief and tasted the taste carefully.

"Hmm... illusion? It feels like my mother made it..."

"Especially this excessive mayonnaise with beef patties, it's so similar, it's really amazing! Siver, how did you do it?" Carl finished the sandwich in a few seconds and felt a little unsatisfied. He had only been eating a little bit these days and hadn't felt the joy of eating for a long time.

"I just asked Aunt Leah for a recipe. If you like it..." Carl immediately answered before Sever finished speaking, "You can make it for me every day!"

"No... If you like it, then I will give you the recipe." Sever crossed his arms and looked at Carl, "I am not your hired cook. Today is just an experiment. If you want, you can ask the house elves to help you. They will be happy to serve you."

"Okay... But we have a flying class today. This is my first time to fly with a broom?"

Ravenclaw also took flying classes with Gryffindor, so James was very excited. His voice was so loud that Carl, who was far away at the Slytherin table, could hear his chattering.

In general, they were all about the Quidditch team. Of course, he did not forget to mention his flying talent in a casual manner, wanting to show it to Lily again. Of course, although there were people who supported him, Lily was still not very interested.

Potter, Potter, pursuing a girl like this will only cause her disgust, right? If he keeps sprinting in the opposite direction, Carl really doubts whether he can catch up with Lily.

"I'm not interested in these, but I still wish you good luck."