I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

"...

There are four wizards at Hogwarts

Each one established his own academy,

In terms of selecting students, they

The strengths to focus on are different.

Gryffindor believes that those with the bravest hearts

To become a true wizard;

Ravenclaw felt that a brilliant mind,

Only then can you become famous..."

Through the heavy door of the auditorium, weird and strange singing came intermittently from the cracks in the door.

The sharp-tongued singing, coupled with the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground outside the auditorium, and the thunder that was delayed for more than ten seconds after lightning bolted in the sky from time to time, did not seem inconsistent at all.

Zhang Chun could see through the crack in the door that the Hogwarts auditorium was filled with wizards of all sizes under the starry candle dome, a bunch of obviously frightened little wizards (first-year Hogwarts freshmen) They stood in the center of the auditorium tremblingly.

Now they were all holding their breath and looking at the triangular stool in front of the staff seat, staring closely at a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat.

"...Have you really traveled to Hogwarts in "Harry Potter"... You can't be wrong, that old singing hat should be the legendary Sorting Hat..."

Zhang Chun finally accepted the facts before him and knitted his brows together.

Five minutes ago, just like what happened to other time travellers, a huge amount of memories flooded into Zhang Chun's mind.

Zhang Chun learned from this memory information that the name of the body he now traveled through was also named Zhang Chun.

He is a student of the Eastern "Magic" Academy. This time he came to Hogwarts to prepare to become a transfer student of this most prestigious magic academy.Moreover, Zhang Chun's identity is quite special. He is the half-brother of Zhang Qiu, the beautiful lady of Ravenclaw Academy, and he is only one year younger than Zhang Qiu.

"My half-sister and my younger brother are only one year apart," Zhang Chun sighed. "This shows that the father of Zhang Qiu and I must be a pure-bred scumbag!"

Zhang Chun continued to rummage through the original owner's memories, only to find that these seemingly complex memories were just like massive amounts of disordered surveillance information, filled with many messy memories and life fragments that were both true and illusory.

Some are even so detailed that the sunset valley on a certain day is as quiet as a landscape painting with [-] million pixels. Zhang Chun can even zoom in and out to see the gentle curvature of the clear spring in the valley, but he cannot map this exquisite memory to Go to any time coordinate.

Some are simply spliced ​​together from fragments of memory. One minute the original owner was talking to someone he seemed to know very well, and the next minute the surroundings turned into raging fire. The original owner was scared to death but could only remain silent.

The memory is too confusing!

And the strange thing is that there is no information about his "father, mother" or his time at the Eastern "Magic" Academy in the original owner's memory, as if this memory has been deliberately deleted from the original owner's memory.So much so that even Zhang Chun, who inherited the memory of the original owner, has no way of knowing who he is?Where did it come from?What are your aspirations and missions for the future?

How to do this?

My memory is not clear. I haven’t watched “Harry Potter” and I don’t know the subsequent plot. What should I do in the future?

Zhang Chun was a little confused.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary Chinese man who lived until he was thirty years old. He had a certain mentality and wisdom. Of course, this was due to years of compulsory education in the motherland and his role in society after graduation. The stumbling life experiences are inseparable.

This time he traveled to the magical world and even stood in front of the auditorium gate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Zhang Chun, who had always only loved reading online novels and did not like reading "classic literature" such as "Harry Potter", felt a little regretful.

I knew I would watch more fantasy and two-dimensional channels. I would read urban, fantasy, and immortal novels every day. I didn’t expect that when people travel through time, they don’t allocate time-travel themes according to personal preferences.

It's a good thing now. I don't have any knowledge reserves at all. How can I fix this?

Zhang Chunxin said that it is too late to regret now. Although I am not familiar with "Harry Potter", I am familiar with online novels and time travel!

Logically speaking, shouldn't a golden finger appear now?

Just when Zhang Chung thought of [Golden Finger], there was a loud bang in his head, and [Golden Finger] really appeared...

A [Goldfinger] as classic (guoshi) as a classic online novel appeared in Zhang Chun's mind - the system!

Oh my God!It turns out to be this kind of system... Doesn't it fit my personality too well?

After Zhang Chungang studied it for a while, he was surprised and happy about the system that would accompany him in the future.

at the same time

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the sorting ceremony for new students has ended.

The first-year freshmen passed the Sorting Hat review, and they all got rid of their nervousness and coldness and embraced their new group.

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to take away the Sorting Hat and the small stool, Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"Please wait a moment, Professor McGonagall."

Dumbledore smiled kindly through his half-moon glasses.He had already seen Hagrid, who was wearing a moleskin coat, opening the door of the auditorium and peeking in secretly.

Hagrid was tall and bulky, with a thick black beard that was even longer than his shaggy black hair.At this time, he pushed open the door of the auditorium and looked in. When he met Dumbledore's eyes, Hagrid smiled shyly and nodded vigorously to his most beloved principal.

Dumbledore responded with a joking smile, turned to Professor McGonagall who was standing next to the Sorting Hat, and then looked at the students below the stage who were confused.

"Wait a moment and put away the sorting hat! Professor McGonagall, we still need it. Because today we have a special student who also needs to pass the sorting ceremony."

Professor McGonagall is a bit strange.She turned around and looked to make sure that all the new students had passed the ceremony, and then said to the principal with a puzzled look, "Professor Dumbledore, you didn't say before... where are the special students you mentioned? Are they not there?" Among these new students?"

"No, no. He is a very special student. He comes from far away Asia. As far as I know, he is the younger brother of an outstanding student in our school and has a name as poetic as hers. Is that right, Qiu· Miss Zhang?" Dumbledore said, looking past the Ravenclaw dining table to Zhang Qiu, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student.

The principal's words were like dropping an oversized dung bomb into the school auditorium, and all the students looked at the Ravenclaw table with a bang.Desperately looking for that unique figure in Hogwarts.

Zhang Qiu's face turned red and white, feeling a little embarrassed.

She stood up slowly, with an expression of surprise and embarrassment on her face, staring at Dumbledore, "Principal, the [special student from Asia] you mentioned, could it be Zhang Chun... …”

"Zhang Chun, it's him. Oh, I'm sorry, compared to Miss Zhang's name, Mr. Zhang's name is a bit harder to pronounce for me - please forgive the accent of an old European wizard. Maybe many students will also have it. This kind of mistake, but please believe that this is definitely not an offense to you, it is just a matter of pronunciation and pronunciation - I think you two siblings will not mind."

"it does not matter."

"Okay. Miss Zhang, would you mind introducing the meaning of your name to everyone?" Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Zhang Qiu nodded, looked around the auditorium, and said loudly, "I am Zhang Qiu from Ravenclaw. My surname is Zhang, and my first name is Qiu. In our country, Qiu means [Autumn] (autumn), and the origin of this name is I was born in the autumn when the maple leaves fall."

After Zhang Qiu finished speaking, there was a burst of low praise from the dining tables of each college - what a beautiful name!

"As for my brother, his, his name is..."

Zhang Qiu was a little embarrassed, as if he was talking about a difficult topic, "His name is Zhang Chun, and spring means spring. Because he was born in spring."

Oh! ! !

The discussion in the auditorium became louder, and the students whispered to each other, even a little rudely.

The students were talking about [Spring].

Spring - spring water - this looks like a girl's name.It seems that Zhang Qiu's younger brother Zhang Chun must be a character as delicate as a girl.

"Quiet, classmates." Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "Zhang Qiu's younger brother Zhang Chun comes from the lost mysterious magic school in Asia - if we can call it a magic school - the Asian North Star Academy of Practitioners. Let us welcome him."

With that said, Dumbledore smiled and waved to Hagrid.

The wizards of Hogwarts, big and small, turned around with a bang and looked towards the door of the auditorium...

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open with a bang.

A tall and stern figure stood at the gate, wearing an oriental-style robe.As the strong wind entered the hall, his long robe was swept into the door, and the corners of his clothes flew around and made a violent noise.

At this time, another purple lightning flashed across the exposed ceiling of the auditorium, illuminating the stranger's face clearly in black and white.

The students at Hogwarts exclaimed.

I saw that the person who came was tall and strong, with sharply angular muscles exposed, short white hair that was particularly dazzling, and a typical oriental face that was delicate and handsome. However, a long scar on the right side of his face made this picture slightly ugly. The young boy's face had a mysterious and tough look on it.

God!

The students at Hogwarts looked at each other in astonishment, and everyone had the same emotion in their surprised eyes - Zhang Qiu's brother looked so fierce, where was [Spring]?

The scar-faced student looked around, then took off, walking in the corridor of the auditorium, quickly but calmly walking towards Dumbledore.

Lightning flashed on the ceiling again and again, and the scar-faced Zhang Chun seemed to be walking through the freeze-frame of lightning.

Looking from the direction of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, Zhang Chun's face clearly has the tenderness of a teenager, while looking from the direction of Hufflepuff and Slytherin, the scar on Zhang Chun's face looks like a line across it. The mouth of the ferocious beast on his white face.

Zhang Chun walked straight to Professor Dumbledore, folded his hands and bowed deeply to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Zhang Chun, a former third-year student at Polaris Training Academy, pays high respect to Professor Dumbledore, the principal of the great magic school Hogwarts."