trainer at hogwarts

Morris raised his eyebrows, his intuition telling him that this was a good thing.

"I think you will like it, my dear little wizard." Field patted his belly, confident.

This is a contract with the title Corolla Castle Transfer Agreement...

Um? Castle? transfer?

What?

Morris quickly turned down the page.

……

"You gave me an old castle??" Morris was shocked.

Field chuckled: "Our family still has some wealth, and we didn't tell you if you weren't interested before. But Clarissa and I discussed it, and this castle is the most suitable for you."

"Why give it to me...?"

"You are not a wizard. How can a wizard not have his own castle?" Field said confidently, "And don't you also want a lot of elves? They also hope to have a bigger place to live."

That's right.

Although the world in the box is great, it is very inconvenient to get in and out.

If they have a home that belongs to them in the real world, they will definitely be very happy. Also, this will allow more elves to come over.

"Corolla is the name of your great-grandmother. Now the castle is yours. Do you want to give it a new name?" Field was very satisfied with his son's reaction.

Morris pondered for a moment: "Galer."

"Gallar?" Field asked curiously, "Does it have any special meaning?"

Morris denied it simply: "No."

I just miss a game I once played. But then again, maybe I really have a destiny with this place. The last version I played in the first world was the Galar region. In the second world, I went to explore the Galar region and ended up in the third world. The birthplace of the third world is the prototype of the Galar region of the first world.

He happily walked back to the room with the contract in hand. He was going to share the good news with Gardevoir.

Clarissa poked her head out of the kitchen: "My son is not satisfied?"

Field: "Probably he likes it...at least he didn't complain that it was a childish or boring gift, and he didn't say he wanted us to save some money."

Clarissa: "..."

Sometimes children who are too smart or have too many ideas are a burden to their parents. She thought of the child from the Granger family.

"Dr. Granger contacted me yesterday. Hermione seemed to be crying very miserably. I hope Maurice can relax a little bit about her." Clarissa looked confused, "Why do you think my son has so many children?"

Field didn't know much about this: "What did our son teach me? He shouldn't learn to cry."

Clary's expression became even weirder: "When I went to his room to deliver fruit two days ago, I saw him sorting out the calculus content."

"It turns out it's calculus. It's indeed a bit difficult, but..." Field suddenly reacted, "Dear, can you say it again?"

“Are you talking to me about a 12-year-old teaching calculus to a 10-year-old???”

"Isn't this making things difficult for others?"

"Also, why does Maurice do this? Why didn't I know??"

Clarissa rolled her eyes: "Why are you yelling so loudly? Ask your son if you want to know, but don't expect him to tell you when he learned it. It's really rare for someone to be so good at talking to each other at such a young age. However, He is indeed my son! He is such a genius!"

Field: "..."

……

"Duoduo, we can consider using the castle as our stronghold, no, base? How should I put it..." Morris began to dream about a better future, "Like those pure-blood families, we can also decorate something outside the castle. , how about this being the place where you live in the early world, your home, yes, our home?"

"My home is where the master is." Gardevoir said seriously, "Master doesn't want to leave them."

They both knew exactly who they were referring to.

Morris was a little embarrassed: "But besides you, Duoduo, who can be the housekeeper? Do you like to be a steward? But they still have to manage the house over there..."

Gardevoir lowered his eyes: "Master, I can do it."

Morris: "What can you do?"

"I can stay with the master, or if the master needs me to be a housekeeper, I can do it." Gardevoir said firmly.

"Ah, you don't have to be so serious...I don't want to either..." Morris scratched his head and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Gardevoir hugged him gently: "We will always be together, I don't want to leave you again..."

……

The affairs of the castle were finally handed over to Gardevoir, with the Crystal Lantern as the person in charge, and Laplace assisting from the side. The task of looking after the house was officially handed over to Absol.

Agouzi was very satisfied with this task. When he had nothing to do, he would sleep in the sun in the garden. Occasionally he would hang out in front of the couple and have some snacks.

As the person in charge, Crystal Lamp Fire Spirit was immediately sent to work in the castle that had been renamed Galar.

Since no one has lived there for a long time, the first step is to clean...

The crystal lantern spirit shed tears of sadness. Who would have thought that the unscrupulous owner would ask him to clean the castle on Christmas!

Too much!

Some families were happy and some were sad. Morris and his parents happily ate a barbecue dinner. Although he was strictly prohibited from eating too many sweets, he still couldn't resist the temptation of ice cream. Under Clarissa's gaze, Morris was helpless. Close the refrigerator door.

Although Harry didn't have the distress of ice cream, he was more distressed.

Christmas was a carnival for the Dursleys and had little to do with him. He was just an emotionless service machine.

Harry's poverty had left Hedwig without food for two days, and the poor bird had to fly out to find food on its own. The level of misery is comparable to that of the Crystal Lamp Fire Spirit, but the latter is at least full of energy cubes.

I could have tolerated the darkness if I had never seen the sun.

He overheard this sentence from Maurice, and now he thought he understood it deeply.

In the warm embrace of the old headmaster at Hogwarts, those exquisite and easily available delicacies.

No one in Diagon Alley thought he was a monster, and the store clerks warmly welcomed him.

Although school is boring at ordinary times, Morris will always pick him up after school to go to various beautiful places to learn magic.

These, these are the lives he yearns for.

But everything passed, and every day when I woke up, I was still in that narrow storage room.

When will days like this end...

He wanted to leave this home, but after leaving he had nowhere to go.

"Harry, find my wine!" Vernon shouted, "Really, why can't you be smarter? How can you not prepare wine on such an important day?"

Harry tightened his hands into fists and took a deep breath: "I'm going now."