Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

"The moon is like a hook, tenderness is hard to fade... Fuck"

Suddenly, Douglas saw a car flying in the moonlight, and it seemed that it was not very far away from him.

He suddenly remembered what it was.

Then he tapped his fingers beside his eyes and said silently:

"Visual zoom!"

Suddenly, he was like using a high-powered telescope, and the distant scenery was quickly brought closer until he could clearly see the people in the car.

really……

There were four people in the car, three of them had red hair.

One of the twins, without confirmation, could be guessed to be George and Fred, whom I had met at the Burrow a few years ago.

There was also their youngest brother, Ron, but when he met him, he was still a child of seven or eight years old.

Most importantly, he saw a child with black hair and glasses.

"Looks familiar, is this Harry Potter?"

Before he could get a closer look, the car flew into a cloud of mist.

Douglas frowned slightly and rubbed his eyes.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the scene where Weasley breaks into the Dursleys at night and drives his car to save Harry from suffering.

Based on the direction they were flying and the location of the Burrow,

Does this mean that Harry Potter actually lives not too far from my home?"

Douglas tried hard to recall whether he had ever met the protagonist by chance in his daily life.

"However, Mr. Weasley is quite talented.

Should I find a car myself and ask Mr. Weasley to modify it for me..."

Douglas's mouth curled up slightly.

About five years ago, Douglas had a very good relationship with Bill Weasley, an excellent student in the same class.

That year, Bill invited me to spend Christmas with him at the Burrow.

There he met the future twins, as well as little Ron and little Ginny.

And of course there was Charlie, but they already knew each other from school.

After staying at the Burrow for a week, Mr. Arthur Weasley asked him a lot about the Muggle world.

When he found out that Arthur hadn't started modifying the Muggle car yet, he offered some suggestions.

It was also at that time that Douglas realized that completely converting a Muggle item into a magical item was not simply about casting the corresponding spell on the item.

It also requires deep knowledge of alchemy.

Unfortunately, the alchemy class at Hogwarts has been short of a teacher due to the turmoil in those years.

But because it was just an elective course, this course has been discontinued for a long time, and there are only some alchemy books in the library.

However, Douglas saw from Arthur's reaction that although the Weasley family was not rich, that was only in terms of money.

As one of the twenty-eight sacred tribes, it obviously has its own heritage.

Douglas said he wasn't envious at all.

but……

Douglas finally remembered that he had always felt like he was missing something.

After seeing the Weasley children, he finally remembered - Ginny, the diary, the Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk.

Too much time has passed...

In fact, he had once searched for a secret room when he was in first grade.

He successfully found the bathroom where Myrtle was, and also found the faucet with a snake logo that was not producing water.

At that time, he also imitated the Parseltongue he learned from the movie in his previous life and tried to open the secret room.

Haha, Muggle movies really are not believable.

Douglas touched his chin, recalling his previous middle school moments.

"If I remember correctly, I seem to have found a book called 'Hogwarts, A History' in the library.

Next to the content about the secret room,

The location of the secret room and what is inside was written in Chinese pinyin.

There's also a sign next to the faucet saying [Welcome home Mr. Voldemort]..."

Thinking of this, Douglas couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself for having used his mature soul to do childish things.

I don’t know if the prophet’s words will scare Voldemort.

But these are not what he should consider now.

If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up.

Now, Douglas needs to think about how to deal with the meeting with the editor at the end of the month.

Being urged to submit manuscripts is a very painful thing.

Time quickly came to the end of August.

Douglas came to London with the manuscript he had finished in the past month, which was probably enough to publish a book.

Between a bookstore and a record store, I saw the Leaky Cauldron.

Douglas couldn't help but curl his lips as he walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

The bar was still dim and simple. Apart from the bar, there were only a few tables in the shadowy corners.

The only thing promoting the menu was a grimy poster behind the bar advertising a pig's head dish.

That’s right, this was designed by Douglas himself and hung here.

As for the cooking method of the pig's head, he would not be willing to give it up as an exchange unless someone caught him doing so.

As soon as Douglas entered the bar, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed manager Tom.

"Oh, look who this is, Mr. Holmes, a great customer.

It's been a long time since we last met. Would you like a butterbeer? It's my treat.

To celebrate your becoming..."

Douglas couldn't help but cough lightly and hummed:

"Old Tom's still as well-informed as ever.

But thank you, I have something else to do in Diagon Alley, I'll come back to talk to you later."

Old Tom shrugged casually and continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand.

He guessed who the other party was looking for. After all, the pig head dish was his hush money.

As the gatekeeper of the entrance to Diagon Alley, he still knew what to say and what not to say.

Douglas went to the small patio behind the bar on his own.

Pull out your wand, then use the trash can as a coordinate, count three bricks up, and then count two bricks sideways.

(Why count? Because he rarely comes.)

Use the magic wand to lightly tap it.

Accompanied by a friction sound, the sound of a bustling street market suddenly came to my ears.

A long street paved with cobblestones and all kinds of strange shops appeared before our eyes.

"Magic world, long time no see!"

Chapter 7: A Trip to Gringotts

Obscurus Books is located at number 18 on the south side of Diagon Alley.

The most famous of its books is Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, written by Newt Scamander.

Well, everyone is Hufflepuff.

Although this is Douglas' destination today, he needs to go to Gringotts more now.

Gringotts is a wizarding bank run by goblins.

Although in Douglas's memory, it was not as safe as the goblin described, there was no other choice.

You can't keep a lot of gold galleons in your own place.

His royalties were usually transferred directly from Gringotts to his personal vault by Slaine.

Unfortunately, although the road to Gringotts is not far, it is destined not to be smooth sailing.

It happened to be the start of the school year, making the already narrow street even more crowded.

This made Douglas recall the first time he was brought into the wizarding world by Professor McGonagall.

At this moment, a shout awakened him from his memories.

It turned out that he had followed the crowd to the door of Mo Mo Ran Book Company.

And that senior Slaine was calling him as he moved closer to him.

“Oh my God, Douglas, I thought I would never see you again in my life.

Where are you going to go in Diagon Alley without coming to see me first?"

Slaine's face showed a mixture of real and fake anger, and he grabbed Douglas.

Although he highly regarded this fellow Hufflepuff student, the two had been working together for ten years.

But apart from being able to write manuscripts on time when he was in school, he has been traveling around the world since graduation.

Slaine sent out owls several times to collect folk songs.

He either flew exhausted to Egypt or to the far East, and once he was almost caught in North America.

It's very hard to find.

He saw Slaine come up and hug his neck.

Douglas smiled awkwardly and cleared his throat quickly.

“Oh my!

Senior, I haven’t seen you for a long time. You look so radiant lately, there must be some good news!

I'll go to Gringotts and get some Galleons so I can treat you to a nice meal!

Let’s celebrate your happy event together!”

Slaine looked him up and down and snorted disdainfully:

"Eating a feast? What feast can be better than the one you cook, a guy who has his own private kitchen in the Hogwarts kitchen?

The last time I ate food you cooked was when you just graduated, right?

Besides, what good news do I have?

I was just threatened by your fans with shout-outs!"

Douglas took the opportunity to loosen the other person's restraints and quickly took out a thick manuscript and a small snack from his bag.

“I told you a long time ago that when fan letters arrive, just find a room to put them.

Take a closer look when you have time. If you find any special ingredients, you can add another dish.

Speaking of Hogwarts, I have good news for you, I succeeded..."

Before he could finish, Slaine took the object from his hand without caring what it was.

Then he said with a sad face:

"I'll tell you the good news later. I have some bad news now, and it's about you."