Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

The last traces of steam dissipated in the autumn air and the train turned, Harry's hand still in the air as he waved goodbye.

"He'll be fine," Ginny whispered.

Harry looked at her, lowered his hand, and inadvertently touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"I know."

The scar hasn't hurt for 19 years, and everything is peaceful.

.........

Late at night, in the dim room, only one desk lamp was stubbornly on. The light was not strong, but it just covered an old furniture-style desk.

The boy wearing cheap rimless glasses gently put down the book in his hand, picked up the slightly cold coffee on the table and took another sip.

On the boy's left hand side, six non-genuine books from the Harry Potter series were neatly placed.

The progress of his graduation thesis has been stalled for a long time, and the young man has not slept well for several days because of this matter.

In order to have an environment where I could write my thesis quietly, I moved out of the dormitory and spent all the living expenses I had saved to rent a house near off campus for two months.

Two bedrooms and one living room, shared rent, the other tenant happened to be on a business trip, so he was the only one left.

It did play a very good role at first. It was free from the noise of several roommates day and night, and the boy's paper advanced by several pages.

But the good times did not last long, and soon the young man encountered a bottleneck. There was an argument that he was not satisfied with after several revisions, and his hair turned a few gray.

In order to relax, that night, the boy took out this set of childhood memories from the bookshelf that he had found on a second-hand trading website and reviewed them.

Instead of starting from the beginning, the boy chose to read the last book first.

Not long after the hour hand of the round-head alarm clock on the corner of the table passed the number twelve, the boy also finished turning the last page.

The boy who put down the book took a deep breath and was silent for a while. He took out his mobile phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint skillfully. The screen lit up and displayed the time 12:05.

Well, I studied for a while and started working on my paper at 12:30.

He completely forgot that before reading, he told himself that he would just read for a while and write the paper immediately at 11:30.

After opening Bihu, the boy did not browse the search hot list, but directly swiped his finger on the content recommended by the software.

One question after another flashed before his eyes, and the boy didn't even think of clicking into it, until...

The fingers stopped, and a question came into view. If you were allowed to travel to the world of Harry Potter, what would you most want to do?

The boy looked at the number of comments. There were hundreds of them. He clicked on them and browsed through them. He had different ideas. Some liked magic, some liked adventure, and some liked magical animals. Of course, the most popular ones were those who liked characters. There were many. Someone who wants to develop a romantic encounter with a certain character...

Tsk, tsk, tsk, whenever I see such comments, the young man can't help but sigh: Do you like it? You are greedy for other people's bodies, you...ahem.

After reading more than a dozen, the boy gradually lost interest in continuing to read.

I looked at the time again, 12:20, 10 minutes left, what should I do?

The young man thought about the question on his phone just now, and his heart moved.

Who hasn’t had a magic dream? The young man smiled to himself, took out a pen and paper, and prepared to think about what magical projects he should experience if he traveled to that world, or do something that breaks the rules. thing......

As soon as I opened the notebook, an old piece of yellowed paper suddenly fell out.

It looks like a piece of stationery for writing letters, but there is nothing on it.

This was when he was walking on the road today and suddenly it fell from the sky to the top of his head.

At that time, he thought it was some unethical person who was throwing it away from the sky. He wanted to throw it into a nearby trash can, but he noticed that there were some strange and strange patterns on the paper.

At the same time, there was a pattern of animals on the back of the letter, which made the boy feel very familiar.

As a teenager who is a fake Harry Potter fan, I quickly remembered that this is the school emblem of Hogwarts in the world-famous children's literature Harry Potter.

Snake, lion, eagle and badger are the symbols of the four colleges.

Could it be Harry Potter peripheral products?

The young man who was touched folded it and put it in the small notebook he carried with him.

He left this piece of paper out of curiosity, and was also touched by it. In the dead of night, the boy remembered to take out Harry Potter and review it.

The young man hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it, just treat it as waste. My boring fantasies are really not suitable to be recorded in a book full of academic knowledge. The best destination is to write it down here and then throw it in the trash can."

The boy spread out the old paper and started writing one after another with a black gel pen that had not been used for a long time. One after another, it was innocent and ridiculous, but it also contained expectations and longings that the boy himself refused to admit.

A total of ten.

The yellowed page was stained with black ink. The boy put down the pen with satisfaction, admiring his masterpiece, well, or his unrealistic...dream.

"It's really scary. I actually wrote so much. How boring am I?" The young man sighed silently, covering his head. "If I can get so much inspiration when writing a paper, I still have to worry about it."

Dididi

The cell phone beep suddenly came to mind. The boy picked it up and saw a message from a WeChat group called "Six Rich Customers Who Eat Soft Rice and Eat Hard".

Auntie, I don’t want to work hard anymore: “Sons, dad is spending the night outside, let’s go online and play black together”

What slips through the cracks of quality education: “You’re teaching me how to do things”

Handsome guy with wig who went bald at a young age: "You are teaching me how to do things"

Unidentified single-celled reptile: "You are teaching me how to do things"

.........

The young man smiled and shook his head. He formed a formation and then logged out of WeChat. He looked at the time again, 12:31.

Uh-huh...it's so late.

Forget it, I'm too tired today, let's catch up tomorrow.

The boy gave up his study plan and prepared to accept the call from bed.

After looking at the old paper full of writing, the boy picked it up, looked at it for a while, and prepared to crumple it into a ball and throw it away.

However, just as he was about to do so, he stopped.

"Okay, okay, I'll just let you stay a little longer. I hope you can have everything in your dream tonight."

The young man put down the old paper, tucked it into the book he had read, washed himself and then lay on the bed.

Not long after, slight snoring sounded from the room.

A breeze suddenly blew by, and the yellowish old paper was pulled out from the book. The zigzag and gorgeous lines on the header suddenly lit up, and the black ink stains that were originally covered were gradually erased.

The old paper floated up from the desk and turned into bits of starlight and entered the boy's body.

The boy's body gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared.

The notebook on the desk happened to open to the first page, and there was a name Ma Xiaolong written in elegant handwriting.