Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"what are you?"

Brian threw away some thoughts of surprise and fear, as well as more curiosity.

"Such a question is not polite." The text on the diary said, "This is the diary of a wizard when he was a student."

"Then what are you of use for?" Brian wrote.

"Maybe I can help you solve your confusion to a certain extent. In fact, I hope you can treat me as a friend."

"But you don't seem that trustworthy."

"It's true, everyone will tell you: never trust anything that can think for itself, unless you can find where its brain is. But in fact, I am like a photo, just a distant memory. .I wish someone could talk to me after so many years.”

"Oh, then I can chat with you."

"That's great. So, can you tell me your name first? This is the most basic courtesy."

"Please allow me to refuse." Brian raised the corners of his mouth, thinking about his name in his mind, and wrote in a beautiful font, "I'm afraid you will cast a curse on me."

"Well, actually I don't have any power. However, I can still give you some advice on some things, such as studying."

"Oh? Do you still know knowledge?"

"I said, I am a long-lasting memory. Because I have poured my feelings into it, I naturally know a lot of knowledge. Of course, this was only made by a sixteen-year-old boy, so you don't have to expect me to be so advanced. s level."

"That's great, I'm about to start my second year at Hogwarts."

"I think I have a pretty good grasp of my studies in the lower grades. I also went to Hogwarts before, and I miss it very much."

"To be honest, I also like it there very much. Of course, if the school can refuse to recruit mudbloods, it will be the most perfect place." Brian thought for a moment and wrote.

"Hogwarts is still recruiting Mudbloods? Who is the current headmaster?"

"Yes, it's really uncomfortable. I have to study with those guys." Brian said with a playful smile, "The current principal is Albus Dumbledore, and people say he is the best in the world today. A great wizard. Actually I don’t like him that much.”

"Then...the great wizard, is there no one else?"

"Anyway, in this era, Dumbledore is indeed the most dazzling one. No one can compare with him, even though he is old."

"When I was studying at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was still the Transfiguration Professor. When I was created, the Dark Lord Grindelwald's reputation was at its peak."

"Yes, but that is all in the past tense. Grindelwald was the first Dark Lord, and he was defeated by Dumbledore in 1945 and has been imprisoned in the tallest tower in Nurmengard."

"The first one? Is there a second Dark Lord?" Tom's handwriting looked slightly sloppy.

"That's right, the second Dark Lord, oh, we don't even dare to mention his name. He safeguarded the interests of our pure bloods and led the Death Eaters to drive those mudbloods out of the wizarding world and let wizards become Muggles. Master!" Brian wrote playfully.

"It is a pity that eleven years ago, he fell and was defeated by a newborn baby!" Brian paused slightly and wrote.

"Newborn baby?" Tom's handwriting was deformed, and he obviously doubted whether he had been tricked.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. The Dark Lord killed his parents, but for some reason, he was defeated by a baby and has never been seen again."

"This... is really a dramatic scene." Tom was obviously doubting his life. He would never have believed it if the thoughts in the boy's mind hadn't proved that what he said was true.

"Yeah, it's a pity. Dad used to be his follower, but he was almost sent to Azkaban. Harry Potter is still my classmate now, and people say he is the nemesis of the Dark Lord. But said To be honest, I really don’t find anything special about him.”

Brian turned around and continued writing: "However, last semester, Harry Potter once again foiled the Dark Lord's plan, preventing his servant from successfully obtaining the Philosopher's Stone."

"...Can you please take me to Hogwarts? I can't wait to go back and see it."

"Of course, I'm happy to oblige."

Brian closed the diary gently and showed a faint smile.

…

The vacation time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, it’s the first day of school.

"Brian, take these clothes with you. Last year's ones were a little smaller, so you don't need to wear them anymore." Mrs. Foley customized a dozen black robes for Brian and stuffed them into the infinitely expandable bag.

"Oh, by the way, there are some candies here that you can take with you." She stuffed in a few more large boxes of candies.

"Check, parchment, quills, textbooks, broomsticks... yes, there is nothing wrong with them." Mrs. Foley checked over and over again, "Oh, I always feel like I missed something, I have to check again. "

"If you miss it, you can ask the owl to send it over." Brian sighed softly.

"Here, pocket money." Mr. Foley handed Brian a bag of coins. Brian took it apart and glanced at it. To be conservative, it was worth thousands of galleons.

"We won't need so much. We're not allowed to go to Hogsmeade yet." Brian shook his head, "And I still have a lot of Galleons."

"This is the first time I've ever heard of someone being dissatisfied with having too much pocket money." Mr. Foley blinked, "Take it with you, you can always use it sometimes. It's best to find a girlfriend..."

He leaned his head closer to Brian and said in a small voice that could not be heard by Mrs. Foley: "Girlfriends are very expensive."

"Don't think I can't hear what you are saying, Albert." Mrs. Foley said calmly.

"Oh, of course, only this kind of girlfriend is more cherished and a real treasure." Mr. Foley coughed lightly.

"By the way, is it too early for me to find a girlfriend?" Brian asked doubtfully.

"It's not early at all, Brian," said Mr. Foley. "When you're my age..."

"When you were your age?" Mrs. Foley raised her tone slightly, staring straight at him with her blue eyes.

"Ahem... When I was as old as I was, I was deeply fascinated by your mother." Mr. Foley looked at Mrs. Foley with his black eyes and said, "I have never seen your mother so charming. Girl, I really regret that I didn’t have the courage to confess to her.”

Mrs. Foley's face turned slightly red, and she turned stiffly to check things again. Brian saw her accidentally knocking over a teacup.

"Huh -" Mr. Foley breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, and blinked at Brian.

Brian shook his head in amusement.

They arrived at King's Cross Station together, and time was a little tight. They passed through the dividing wall between platforms nine and ten and arrived at platform nine and three-quarters.

The crimson Hogwarts Express was parked next to the platform, and the smoke from the steam locomotive filled the air. The platform was crowded with chattering people, cats of various colors shuttled underfoot, and owls hooted shrilly.

"Ahem... Oh, I really hate Muggle things." Mr. Foley looked at the train with dissatisfaction, "It's a big, bulky iron lump that pollutes the air."

"It's true that the air is polluted." Brian smiled.

"Brian, are you going home for Christmas this year?" Mrs. Foley said softly.

"That depends on the situation, Mom." Brian said seriously, "I'm not sure if anything will happen then."

"Well, the older you get, the less cute you become." Mrs. Foley frowned slightly, "You were so clingy to me when you were little..."

"Ahem, okay, it's time for me to get on the train. Mom, bye, and dad." Brian waved his hand and walked quickly onto the train.

"Goodbye." The couple waved their hands and watched Brian disappear into the train.

Brian searched the aisles for empty cars, but most of them were occupied. He saw Draco, Crabbe and Goyle sitting in a carriage. Next to them was Blaise Chabini, who was sitting on his seat with a cold expression on his face and talking incessantly. talk. Draco raised an eyebrow at Brian.

Brian had no choice but to look for other carriages, and finally saw a mostly empty carriage with only a little girl sitting in it. She was sitting on a chair by the window, looking out the car window, her palms flat on the glass.

Thanks to Rebel Cupid for your monthly ticket, thank you for your support. This is the period of double monthly pass, which is strongly implied. [Manual dog head]