Chapter 7 Harry Potter (Revised, Typos Corrected)

The vacation seemed to be fleeting, and the rest of the time Allen was immersed in the study of magic books, and time slipped away quickly.

Comparing the performance of the first-year little wizards in the original plot, Allen estimates that his theoretical knowledge of spells should far exceed almost all of them, with the exception of Miss Know-it-All.

However, he has not yet been able to buy his own magic wand. It is legally stipulated that little wizards cannot cast spells at will, and they will be found by traces. Although this rule is basically empty for pure-blood families with adult wizards around, Allen believes that this rule actually allows children of wizarding families to have more time to practice spells than Muggle-born children.

Silent spellcasting and wandless spellcasting are too difficult for first-year students, and they are far from being mastered by a little wizard like him who has never even held a wand. Obviously, he currently does not have the skills like Voldemort and Bellatrix. Like Delphie Riddle, the unborn illegitimate daughter of Alex, she was born with the ability to cast spells accurately without using a wand. Born in Malfoy Manor in March 1998 before the war, she did not go to Hogwarts because of illness, but her bloodline inherited from Voldemort made her powerful in spells. In one-on-one situations, she was older Harry Potter, who had been an Auror in his teens, was no match for her. In addition, she is a Parseltongue, and like Voldemort, can fly through the sky without the aid of tools.

"Alan, hurry up, come down for breakfast, don't be late."

Interrupted by his mother's call, Allen quickly packed his textbooks, adjusted his clothes from underwear to the school uniforms of the public schools in Little Whinging District, and cleaned them up again. Allen quickly tidied himself up and ran off stairs.

After finishing a glass of milk, in the dense mist, Allen put a slice of bread in his mouth and prepared to go out with his schoolbag on his back, expecting to collide with an albino female transfer student with blue hair.

"Wait Alan, I'll set off with you today." Albert appeared and stopped Alan.

Allen held the slice of bread back in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Hey, why didn't my father give it to me today?"

"Father has something to do temporarily, and I'll deliver it today." Albert grabbed Alan's arm with a mysterious smile. For a moment, Alan felt that his arm was about to be thrown away from his brother's hand. But then the other party grasped it even more firmly, and he found that the surroundings became colorful, and he felt strong squeezes from all directions, and he couldn't breathe at all, as if his chest was tightly strangled by several iron hoops.

Allen felt his eyeballs being squeezed back into his head, and his eardrums being pressed deep into his skull, and then he sucked in the cold fresh morning air and opened his tearful eyes—he felt as if he had just come from a squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube.

"Sorry Alan, at least it's more convenient, isn't it?" Albert shrugged and let go of his brother.

"Albert, you bastard! I'm not used to the appearance of followers!" Panting heavily to resist the dizziness, Alan found himself being led by his brother to a remote place in his school directly using apparition.

"If you want to play Quidditch in the future, trying to adapt to it will also be very helpful for you to fly with a broom...Then I have to leave a little bit beforehand, don't worry it's too early for your class time, you can recover for a while." Albert perfunctorily comforted his younger brother, then turned around and fled.

Relieved, he found that the slice of bread he had just held in his hand had been dismembered and scattered everywhere. Alan realized with some frustration that he was going to be hungry in the morning.

At this moment, "Potter must have hid in the toilet, go to the two of you and find him! Let him try our new gloves."

Four or five sturdy boys ran past Alan, exuding the smell of sweat and the peculiar body odor of adolescent boys.

Suddenly he ran back in a hurry,

"Yo, what are you doing standing around here?" It was the brown-haired Peel, a close friend of Harry Potter's cousin Dudley Dursley.

"Oh, I'm watching a few fat pigs running in a race." Allen shrugged, put his hands in the trouser pockets of his school uniform, and responded easily.

"Where are the pigs?" Peel and Dudley looked around, and suddenly realized, "Boy, are you kidding me!"

“哈里斯，你是不是找揍？”达力伸出了他带着新拳击手套的双手，向艾伦不怀好意地比划着。

"Big D, try your new gloves on, they'll make him squawk like a pig," Morken said, and the others laughed wildly.

"I think you don't want to be in the office on the first day of school." A serious female voice sounded behind Dudley.

"Oh, Mrs. Kelly, let's go in now." Students at this age still love and fear teachers, especially such serious teachers.

Mrs. Kelly was wearing a long woolen skirt and a black wool trench coat. The crisp wool showed the master's sophistication and meticulousness. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose made Mrs. Kelly look more dignified.

"Alan, why are you still standing there? Why aren't you following?" Mrs. Kelly stared at Alan with serious eyes.

Allen quickly followed Dudley and his party.

It is undeniable that in the face of the teacher's stern gaze, even though he was a teacher before, he still felt uncomfortable with the memory of the original Allen in his mind. Mice are as afraid of cats.

Thinking wildly, Allen entered the classroom.

This classroom is completely different from the school in Alan's previous life. The green walls are pasted with colorful drawing paper, which are the works of the students. The purple bulletin board contains various information such as rosters and class schedules.

All kinds of books are scattered around the classroom, some are neatly arranged, and some are randomly placed with the pages opened. These books are obviously for the students to read.

"Here, Alan!" Some thin boys waved to Alan. This was Fleg Brown, a friend Alan met in the Muggle school here, and he was also his deskmate.

"Alan, Dursley bought new gloves, and they plan to bully that poor Potter again. Although Potter is a weirdo, but the Dursleys are really too much... By the way, I received a new one for Christmas. Basketball as a gift, how about we play a few between classes..."

Even though Allen is a good listener, because of the divergent thinking of the other party, he questioned his ability to make friends in his heart: "Why do all my friends have such a style? Am I attractive? What about your physique?"

Amidst Fleger's chatter, a scrawny boy in a decidedly ill-fitting jumper entered the classroom.

A thin face, looks malnourished, black hair and a pair of emerald green eyes, wearing a pair of round glasses glued together with scotch tape, messy black hair even blocked the lightning on the forehead With these typical appearance features, Allen can easily recognize his identity.

In fact, the hair that never seems to be smooth is also one of the characteristics of the Potter family. The grandfather of the boy who survived the catastrophe, Fremont Potter, even invented the speed smoothing hair lotion. The fortune of the wealthy Potter family has quadrupled. After retiring, he sold the company at a huge profit - perhaps Harry's father James' rival in love, Severus Snape's greasy hair was more or less reluctant to use the Potter family products are also relevant.

"It's really embarrassing!" Although he was forcibly sent by his father Owen to make friends with the boy who survived the catastrophe, seeing his appearance at this time, Alan couldn't help but feel sorry for his happy family life these days. There was a trace of pity in his heart.

Perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement, Potter's seat was right in front of Allen.

"Potter, how did you get rid of the Dursleys?" asked the inquisitive Fleger.

"Oh, I'm just used to it, I know how to get rid of them." Harry Potter has learned how to get out of trouble better after being bullied by Dali for a long time.

"Potter, come with us when get out of class is over, lest Dursley trouble you." Allen could see Harry's troubles at a glance, and Allen planned to take the initiative to use this matter to contact Harry, which was also considered as fulfilling his father's wish Wish, anyway, the purpose of father Owen is similar to the idea of ​​Lucius Malfoy in the original book, just let his son make friends with the legendary savior in advance.

As for Hogwarts, it depends on your own wishes and specific circumstances.

"Thank you." Harry agreed immediately without hesitation - there was no one in the school who wanted to be a good friend of Harry the Weird, so Harry would naturally hold on to such an opportunity.

Suddenly the classroom became quiet. The sentence "I'm afraid the air will suddenly be quiet" is very reasonable. It was Mrs. Kelly who came in.

She stood on the podium, scanned the classroom with sharp eyes, and all the students fell silent. This is the charm—or deterrent power—of an experienced head teacher.

"The new semester has begun. First of all, I want to talk about your school uniforms. What do you look like? Mr. Dudley Dursley, put your coat on and put your boxing gloves on the desk."

With a speed quite different from his build, the big Dudley put his gloves on, got dressed, and sat down.

"Miss Namu Yang, take off that exaggerated big red flower on your head."

"Roger, tuck your underwear into your trousers."

Allen saw Harry in front of him desperately smoothing his stubborn hair-this was destined to be futile.

Among a group of students who were as worried as quails, Mrs. Kelly saw Alan at a glance, and a hint of appreciation and relief flashed from her staid expression—just now Alan secretly used the function of the new wizard robe to give herself an extra A "clean and fresh" was added, which is especially useful for this occasion.

"Mr. Harris, please stand up." Mrs. Kelly called.

Allen stood up.

"Young gentlemen, please take a look at Mr. Harris, this is a model for students to wear. Look at him, and then look at you! Haven't you checked it out?" In Mrs. Kelly's stern voice, Allen himself I think I heard the other party's praise for me.

Potter looked at Allen with some envy, his soft light blond hair was attached to his scalp obediently, and his light blue school uniform was as neat as new clothes, without even a single wrinkle, and he looked refreshed Cool, making Alan look like one of those rich guys' top students at private colleges.

This also made Harry, who didn't know how many Galleons were hidden in the Potter's vault, even less confident and ashamed.

After Mrs. Kelly said a lot of precautions in school, the students were obviously even more listless.

"Next, I'm going to introduce the new science teacher to you." Mrs. Kelly saw the state of the students, so she directly said the key point of today.

Now the curiosity of the students was aroused as she wished.