Dynavale and Hogwarts

The happy time flies by very quickly, and the vacation is about to end. Tomorrow, the Weir family will leave Surrey County where the air is "fresh and pleasant".

While everyone was busy cleaning up and going out to say goodbye, Dana came to the inheritance house again.

A box was just opened, and it was full of books. Because of the Traceless Stretching Charm, if they were all taken out, a small library might be built.

Dana found many Hogwarts student books in it, such as History of Magic, Defense Guide, Thousands of Magical Herbs and Fungi, etc., and even monster books for monsters.

It's just that the monster books of the monsters are very quiet, and there is no sign of tearing or biting at all.

Dana understood what the old man in the painting meant when he said "it's not the original".

Indeed, if such a book appeared in the Muggle world and was seen by Muggles, it would undoubtedly violate the confidentiality law and cause big trouble to the book owner. It seems that the family is really careful in this regard.

What Dana values ​​most at the moment is a note on exchanges between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

In addition to recording the secrets that Dana knew about famous locations such as King's Cross Station and the Leaky Cauldron, as well as some connections between high-level officials in the two worlds, this note also revealed many secrets that Dana did not know about.

For example, the notes mentioned that some wizard families were entrusted by the Ministry of Magic to collect resources needed by the wizarding world from the Muggle world.

They acquire the wealth of the Muggle world through various forms of investment and convert the wealth into resources needed by the magical world through purchases and other methods to input into the magical world.

Of course, in order to avoid violating the Secrecy Act, these wizarding families must regularly report their activities in the Muggle world to the Ministry of Magic and accept supervision and irregular inspections by the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, although they are very active in the investment field, their own activities are quite low-key and not well known to most Muggles. Over time, it became a legendary secret family in the Muggle world.

You never know the full extent of things until you see them.

It turns out that you are such a Ministry of Magic. You are serious on the surface, but eh in private. It is not a violation of the secrecy law. Why did you let the secrecy law have so many loopholes?

The notes also disclosed many measures and methods generated by the confidentiality law, totaling hundreds of them. Many of them have not been seen in the Harry Potter series.

This made Dana wonder if he was wearing a book. These measures and methods are so detailed and appear so real that people can't help but think that this is a real world, and Harry Potter was created because its author obtained certain information about this world by chance. .

Shaking his head, Dana put aside these conjectures that were destined to be unverifiable.

Looking at these books, Dana wished he could pack up a space ring or something and take it away with him, but he only thought about it in his dreams.

Originally, Dana wanted to take a book of thousands of magical herbs and mushrooms back to London to memorize them. After all, it was considered an alien version of the Compendium of Materia Medica, and it was worth spending some time on.

But considering his age, Dana gave up the idea. You know, every move he makes now is under the loving gaze of his mother.

If you want to take the book back to London without telling her, haha, it doesn't happen.

As for the other box, don't think about it until Dana can use the levitation spell or has enough strength to move the first box away.

So Dana could only leave the inheritance house angrily, waving his sleeves, unable to take away a single cloud.

Leave the study, go down the stairs, and come to the hall. Amanda has returned and is telling Mary what to do.

Dana rushed over, hugged her mother's legs, raised her little head, blinked her watery blue eyes and asked.

"Mom, when will we come back here?"

"Do you like it here?" Mother did not answer directly.

"Like it."

"Since you like it, let's come back often."

"How long does it usually take?"

"Well, let me think about it, if dad agrees, we can come back for Christmas."

"Ah, it will take so long"

"Dad is going back to London to work, and mom is going back to take care of him. If dad doesn't work, both Dana and mom will have nothing to eat."

"Okay." Dana was a little frustrated when he thought about not being able to see the magic book for so long.

Amanda saw her son's sadness, thought for a moment and asked, "Can mom teach you how to play the piano?"

Dana nodded in agreement.

The two of them came to the piano room together. Amanda sat on the piano bench, opened the piano cover, and her slender fingers danced on the keys, and a beautiful melody immediately sounded.

Amanda smiled and raised her son's hand, asked him to make a fist, extended his index finger, then held Dana's little fist, and played the piano keys one by one, very slowly at first, and then slowly sped up after her son remembered it. Speed, and finally played in time with the singing.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are"

Dana felt that physical resonance again, a stronger resonance than when he listened to Mozart before. As I played one key after another, I felt like my body was jumping; after the sound of the piano became coherent, this feeling became more and more coherent and clearer from beat to beat.

Dana was sweating. Is there going to be another magic riot? What if I had known what piano to play?

Dana was so anxious that he didn't dare to sing at all. He was afraid that the magic would riot as soon as he sang. The chandelier fell down last time, and he didn't know what it would be like this time.

Don't dare to stop either. It is better to loosen up than to block. It is still circulating in the body. What if it stops, all gathers in one place, and then explodes?

And my mother is by my side. What should I do if I find that I am different from other children? Will I treat myself as a freak? Will I alienate myself out of fear?

It seemed that the more anxious he became, the more violent his magic power became. After realizing this, Dana's eyes lit up and he had a solution.

Try to soothe your mood, put away distracting thoughts, concentrate on the music, forget all worries and fears, just play it over and over again, and use your consciousness to control the magic.

Slowly, the magic power began to tame from the rampage, flowing quietly in the body, no longer noisy. After the magic calmed down, Dana joined her mother in singing.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are"

Nothing strange happened. Dana breathed a sigh of relief and finally got through it safely.

Because everyone was going back to London tomorrow and they were all busy packing, so everyone just ate vegetables and bread for dinner. Well, Dana had an extra steamed egg.

After dinner, Amanda played with Dana in the garden.

The flowers and plants in the garden began to stretch after resting for an afternoon. The branches and leaves that have not been taken care of are growing unscrupulously, which is unsightly but extremely full of vitality.

Dana ran after the butterfly for a while, and screamed for a while when he saw the scarabs on the leaves. After a while, he found the dragonfly.

Finally, when it got dark, I leaned against my mother's arms and watched the fireflies for a while, and then looked up at the stars.

Suddenly, I felt that the sky and the earth were empty, leaving only the low curtain of stars and myself. He doesn't even exist physically, but he can feel his breathing rising and falling with the pulse of the world. He is completely integrated into the whole world, existing nowhere and everywhere.

Amanda seemed to feel a breeze blowing past Dana. It was strange that there was no wind behind her. Where did the wind blow from in front of her?

The swinging blades of grass silently reminded her that this was not an illusion.

For a while, I felt like I was feeling comfortable with this gentle breeze blowing on a summer night. It was so comfortable that it always reminded me of the past.

It's just the past, is it really that beautiful?