[HP] Daily life of a robber

The next day, James was woken up by a woman with a bad face. James' waking up ended when the woman slapped her. His body did not support him to resist the woman.

The woman looked at him with sarcasm and disgust, as if looking at a different kind. James understood the meaning of "I am not a monster" written on this body. Muggles are always afraid of wizards.

James packed his luggage under the woman's order, and then dragged the luggage and followed the woman to have breakfast.

Seeing dozens of boys and girls of different ages filling the small restaurant, James learned of the place he was in, an orphanage, where he and Sirius were once taken by Lily to pick up a little wizard from the orphanage, so He knows the environment.

After breakfast, the woman took him into a car and threw him a box, saying bitterly, "Your weird things are all in there, I wish your school didn't have holidays, so you can bring Watching them completely disappear in front of me."

James ignored her words, and his eyes were all on the box. No wonder he only had the magic wand, and the others were taken away.

In front of the woman, James honestly didn't try to open the box. Judging from the hurt on him and the woman's attitude, James believed that women had violent tendencies, and he didn't want to ask for trouble.

The woman took James to the station and left straight away, in his words, "Platform nine and three-quarters, ha, just like the guy that day, crazy, boy, I'm just responsible for taking you to the station, the rest Find it yourself."

Passing through the stone pillar leading to platform nine and three-quarters, a scene full of familiar atmosphere appeared, James pursed his lips, and finally brought truth into his smile.

The train whistle sounded, and James hurriedly dragged the suitcase and ran onto the Hogwarts Express, and then habitually walked towards the compartment that had been occupied by the hijackers for seven years.

"Harry! Where are you and Ron? I'm worried..." Someone tapped on the shoulder, and a worried female voice came over. James turned his head, met the brown-haired girl's surprised eyes, and saw James clearly. Looking at Mu's face, the girl was taken aback, and apologized embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

"It's okay," James said, waving his hand.

Seeing that he was about to walk forward, the girl kindly suggested, "The box in front is full. If you don't mind, you can come to my box. My friends have gone somewhere, and there are vacant seats. Of course, it doesn't matter if they come back. "

"Then I'll trouble you." James thought for a while, and it was a pity that he couldn't sit in the original box, but it would save him the time of looking around.

"Hermione, have you found Harry and the others?" Just arrived at the girls' box, a chubby boy poked his head out and asked.

The girl named Hermione shrugged her shoulders and seemed to be angry, "No! We don't care about those two troublemakers, they can't miss the train." After Hermione complained, she pointed to James and introduced to the boy, " By the way, this is the freshman I just met...what's your name?"

"Kate Cotton." James saw his name on the box.

"My name is Hermione Granger," the girl said, extending her hand generously to James, and said, "He's Neville Longbottom."

Longbottom?James scrutinized Neville's face carefully, and easily found the resemblance to his friend Frank Longbottom from that round face.

Although this boy should be related to Frank, but is there anyone named Neville in the Longbottom family?But Frank had said that if his wife had a son she would name him Neville.

While James was looking at Neville, Neville was also looking at James, he wasn't very good at hiding what he was saying, "You and Harry really look alike, but Harry's eyes are green and yours are black. "

"It's really that similar?" Hermione admitted it wrong just now, and now Neville said such things again, James became interested. This body looks like himself, and it also looks like that person named Harry. He and Doesn't Harry look alike too.

Hermione nodded, "They look alike from some angles, and you and Harry are both thin and about the same size."

"What's his name, maybe we are relatives, there are not many people who look alike." James said jokingly as he put down his luggage.

Hermione was silent for a moment before saying the person's name, "Harry Potter, his name is Harry Potter."

James' smile froze on his face, his brain was shocked, he looked at Hermione in disbelief, and said in panic, "Who? Who are you talking about?"

Hermione was used to people being surprised when they heard Harry's name. She took James' panic as a surprise. Hermione felt helpless, but she repeated, "Harry Potter."

"Potter..." James said the familiar surname, he heard it right, a Potter who looked like him, James knew the meaning, his face was pale, his foreboding yesterday Come true, this is not the world he knew.

James asked with last hope, "You...do you know the name James Potter?"

"James Potter? He's Harry's father. Why do you ask that?"

When hearing Harry Potter, James thought there were two possibilities. First, there was no such person as James Potter, and second, James Potter was dead.

Hermione's answer turned his panic in a weird direction, "My... son?" James murmured softly, when did I have a son?

Suddenly, James' eyes widened, his complexion changed several times, he grabbed Hermione's shoulder, and asked in a questioning tone, "How many years is it now!?"

Hermione hurt from being scratched, "1992!"

1992...not 1981...

James staggered and fell on the sofa, his whole body seemed to be in a trance, Hermione ignored the scratched shoulder, and Neville looked at each other, they didn't understand why James suddenly went crazy.

"Student, are you alright?" Hermione touched James cautiously.

"It's okay~" James laughed loudly, but his smile was full of hysteria, and his hope-filled eyes were filled with despair, and the atmosphere of contradiction lingered around him.

In 1992, 11 years after his death, he actually died, and then lived 11 years later.

Is this Merlin's game?Or is it all just a dream? Merlin felt that he had eliminated too many bad guys during his lifetime, so he asked him to have a good dream before taking him to hell.

James grinned, a much more normal smile this time.

Be it reality or dreams, he... is still in this world.

The next step is to thoroughly figure out what the wizarding world will look like 11 years later, whether the Dark Lord has failed, and whether the people he knows are still alive... A series of questions are waiting for him to understand.

James thought about taking the box. Since this body is a Muggle, he must buy some books introducing the wizarding world.

Halfway through opening the box, he raised his head, glanced at the worried expressions of the two children, thought of his previous performance, and after despising himself in his heart, he showed an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, I was too late just now. Excited, it hurts you."

"It's okay, it's inevitable that you will be a little nervous on the Hogwarts Express for the first time." Hermione shook her head at his friend's face.

After apologizing, James opened the box. Unfortunately, James didn't find the books he wanted in the box. The kid was probably very frugal and only bought some necessities required by the school. Hermione and Neville had information in their mouths.

Even if this familiar guy asks questions, he won't feel troublesome, let alone he is facing two Gryffindors.

Sure enough, his luck hadn't run out yet, so he whistled in his heart, and James said with a smile in his eyes, "You are students of Gryffindor College! I'm so envious. I don't even know which house I will be assigned to. I heard that Slytherin House seems to be good, I want to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin."

In his memory, Gryffindor and Slytherin students had always been at odds because of the Dark Lord's relationship. How to find out whether the Dark Lord was still there without a trace was the quickest question.

"Oh, Slytherin!" Hermione snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "You are definitely not suitable there. You would rather choose Hufflepuff than Slytherin."

Ah... the hostile attitude as always, but James silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, well said~

"Why do you say that?" James continued.

It was Neville who answered him. The mild-looking boy blushed at the mention of Slytherin, "They're a bunch of evil guys! Their parents are Death Eaters, and they're little Death Eaters!"

"Neville!" Hermione glared at Neville sternly. It's not good to say this in front of countless freshmen and Muggles.

After hearing the familiar title, James felt depressed for an instant. He is still using the title of Death Eater. Could it be that the Dark Lord...is still not destroyed.

After being reborn, he didn't feel the atmosphere of the war, so he thought the war was already over. As a Muggle wizard, he could go to Hogwarts to go to school, which could show that the winning side of the war is definitely not the Dark Lord. If the crazy man wins , he might kill all Muggle wizards.

However, the Death Eaters, supporters and believers of the Dark Lord are still there, is the war really over?

James heard his dry voice, "Death Eaters? What's that?"

Hermione could hear his uneasiness sensitively. It's no wonder that Death Eaters didn't sound like a good person's name. Hermione softened her voice and said in a way that Muggles could understand, "Don't worry, they're like The villains in some stories, they were originally subordinates of the devil, but now the devil has been eliminated, so they have nothing to be afraid of."

……

The Dark Lord is destroyed! ?

James felt his heart go through a torment, going from low to high and then jerking back.

Tears of excitement fell from James' eyes. From graduation to death, he had seen too much cruelty of the Dark Lord in just three years. Friends and lovers left one by one. Now someone told him clearly——Dark Lord is dead, how can he Maybe not excited yet.

A bright future without the Dark Lord, Professor Dumbledore you made it!

Thanks to Merlin for letting him know such a future.