The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Although Harley has a wand given to her by someone unknown, she has never used it.

This is not only because of the Ministry of Magic's ban, but also because of my uncle and aunt's fear of magic.

Yes, although they didn't prevent Harry from enrolling at Hogwarts, that was more just because they were powerless to stop it, and it didn't eliminate their prejudice against magic. Instead, what Hagrid did to Dudley made them even more disgusted and afraid of magic.

When Harley returned home, on the one hand, they still cared about Harley, but on the other hand, they were sincerely afraid of Harley's magic. And Harley also carefully took care of the mood of her aunt and uncle's family, keeping everything as usual.

Fortunately, her aunt and uncle did not stop her from using the owl to send letters to her friends, but asked her not to let the owl appear in their sight during the day, which allowed Harry to stay close to Hermione and Cassandra during the summer vacation. connection.

On this day, Harry received a reply from Hermione, who invited her to stay at his home for a while.

Harry ran downstairs happily, showed Aunt Petunia the letter from Hermione, and asked:

"Aunt Petunia, can I stay at a friend's house for a few days? Her home is in London, and her parents are both Muggles."

"Muggle?"

Aunt Petunia took the letter and gave a serious warning:

"Harry, of course you can stay at a friend's house for a few days, but you have to wait until after your birthday!"

Harley didn't understand why there was such a request, but she was still excited.

She only thought that her aunt and uncle wanted to celebrate her birthday in person, although this was indeed the case. Her aunt bought a huge strawberry cake just for the occasion, and although Dudley and his uncle ate most of it, it was still one of Harry's best birthdays.

The next morning, Hermione's parents drove to their house, and Hermione personally gave her a belated birthday present.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger also spent a pleasant morning with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, and the two families had lunch together. That afternoon, the Grangers bid farewell to the Dursleys and drove Harry and Hermione back to their house in the suburbs of London.

Hermione led Harry to the second floor, opened the door to her room, and whispered:

"Harry, if you don't mind, you can live with me."

"I'm happy to." Harley put the suitcase aside with a smile and looked at the decoration in the room curiously.

The wallpaper is pink, as are the sheets and pillowcases. There is a pink bear doll next to the pink pillow.

Hermione blushed and asked softly:

"Isn't that childish?"

Harley stuck out her tongue: "No, it's very cute. But, um... it's a little unexpected. I thought it would be filled with books..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Hermione pushing open another door next to her. It was originally a guest room, but now it has been converted into a study room, and the bookshelves on the surrounding walls are neatly lined with books.

Harry's mouth opened wide, but she didn't find it strange. This was in line with her impression of Hermione.

But suddenly, Harley seemed to realize something. She saw Hermione staring at her with burning eyes. The girl hurriedly said:

"Hermione, I want..."

Hermione's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she smiled and said:

"You want to learn, right? I know it!"

"No!!"

——

In the back garden of Malfoy Manor, Cassandra was excitedly directing two young dragons for today's training.

"Ravshini! Breathing fire!"

The pale golden baby dragon hovered in the air, opened its mouth and spat out a storm of fiery flames, burning the training wooden dummy to ashes.

"Abrana, bite it!"

Another baby dragon, as gorgeous as liquid gold, swooped from the sky towards another training dummy. Its sharp dragon teeth instantly pierced the dummy's neck and uprooted the dummy's head!

Just when Cassandra was about to proceed with the next step of training, she suddenly heard her mother's anxious cry:

"Cassandra, get them down quickly!"

Cassandra was a little confused, but still waved the two little dragons to fly back to the ground.

Narcissa also walked up to Cassandra at this time, looked at the two fire dragons that had grown to the size of adult buffalo, and whispered:

"Cassandra, put them in bags and you have to come with us."

Cassandra asked puzzledly:

"What happened? Mom."

Narcissa is depressed:

"We have to go to the funeral."

"Whose?" Cassandra had a bad feeling.

Narcissa's tone was a little harsh:

"My father, your grandfather."

"Grandfather Signus..."

Cassandra's breathing stopped for a moment, and a trace of sadness surged in her heart, "Why is it so sudden?"

Narcissa also had unconcealable sadness in her eyes:

"He has always been in poor health, and I had expected this day to come."

"Ash said he died in his sleep, at least there was no pain when he left."

"Hurry up, Cassandra, your father and I are waiting for you."

Cassandra lowered her head with a heavy heart, put the Fire Dragon Sisters into her bag, and went to the living room with her mother. Her father was already waiting for them in front of the fireplace, holding a black box in his hand.

——

In a church next to Highgate Cemetery in north London.

Ash respects Signus's last wish and hangs the portraits of Black's ancestors on the walls of the church so that they can participate in and witness Signus's funeral.

puff!

The fireplace in the church was clean without a trace of dust. The green fire roared and the figures of the Malfoy family appeared one after another.

Ash stood in front of the fireplace to greet them and said softly:

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, and Cassandra."

"Good morning, Ash."

Narcissa replied with a haggard expression, and walked straight to the coffin placed at the innermost side of the church, where Signus's body lay quietly.

Narcissa's face showed uncontrollable sadness, and she asked in a low voice:

"Father, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Signus smiled and replied:

"Don't worry, Narcissa. All the ancestors of the family are with me, and you are also here. I am not alone."

The portrait of Signus winked at Narcissa, teasingly as if he was not the one who died.

"Grandpa," Cassandra called softly.

"Oh, Cassandra."

Signus asked with a smile, "How about we discuss it?"

"Eh?"

The old man in the portrait asked extremely cunningly:

"You come to my funeral today, and then I will also attend your wedding. Do you agree?"

Cassandra whispered:

"That's too early."

She just turned 12 a month ago.

Signus smiled and said:

"It's okay, I can wait."

If he were still alive, he would never wait for Cassandra to get married.

But now that he is dead, he will always live in the portrait, and there is enough time and patience to wait.

The portrait of Signus noticed Lucius sitting in the back, and his expression became serious:

"Oh, and you, Lucius, I have something to tell you."

"Everyone with Black blood is invited, so I hope you can control your emotions! At least at my funeral, Lucius, don't do anything to embarrass me."

"all?"

Lucius changed his color slightly, because this meant that some people he didn't want to see would also appear here.

Just when he had this idea, he saw the green flames of the fireplace lighting up again, and another figure emerged from the flames.

"Arthur Weasley!" Lucius's eyes turned cold.

"I guessed it was you, Lucius." The man with red hair said in an equally cold tone.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley pushed him and whispered:

"Be careful, this is at a funeral!"

"Lucius." Narcissa also looked at her husband with pleading eyes.

The two men snorted coldly and stood far apart.

Although the Black family is still famous among pure-blood families, the decline of their bloodline is an undeniable fact.

The only direct male member alive is Ash, and there are not many direct female members left. There are only two daughters of Signus, Narcissa and Andromeda, and the latter has been removed from the family, even if she receives the notice. You may not come to the funeral.

But if anyone with the blood of the Black family came to attend the funeral, then the number of people attending would be absolutely massive. Even the Weasley family, known as the Pure Blood Shame, are distant relatives of the Black family!

Arthur Weasley's mother is Cedrella Black, who is of the same generation as Signus Black III's father, Palex Black, so theoretically Arthur Weasley is actually Sig in terms of blood relationship Cousin of Nas III, cousin of Narcissa.

And this means that Lucius, who married Narcissa, should also call him cousin.

Of course, Lucius would definitely not recognize this seniority.

So his logic starts from the side of Arthur's wife Molly Weasley - whose uncle is Ignatius Prewett and whose wife Lucretia Black is Sig Distant cousin of Nas III.

So in theory, Narcissa and Molly Weasley are peers, so of course Lucius and Arthur Weasley are peers too!

Of course, even according to this logic, Lucius still had to call Arthur cousin, but Lucius refused to admit it.

One is a pure-blood orthodox, and the other is a pure-blood traitor. The two sides naturally hate each other, and they did not fight because it was a funeral.

In addition, those who are related to the Black family within three generations include the Prewett family, the Crouch family, the Longbottom family, the Lestrange family, the MacMillan family, the Rozier family, The Flint family, the Burst family, the Burke family, and the Potter family and the Gamp family, which are not among the twenty-eight holy families but are also ancient pure-blood families——

The former is the family of Harley's father, and although the latter is not very famous, its ancestors pioneered Gamp's basic deformation law.

With the existence of these in-laws, even though the Black family has declined, its connections are still spread throughout the wizarding world.

But precisely because of this complicated blood relationship, it is easy for this funeral to become no longer a pure funeral. To borrow a famous quote from British Prime Minister Jim Harker:

His contribution to the world in this death was greater than in his lifetime.

——

When the funeral was over, the Weasleys and the Malfoys left one after another.

But surprisingly, Cassandra didn't leave. She was left in the care of Ash by the Malfoys, and returned to 12 Grimmauld Place with Ash.

Ash smiled and asked, "What was the reason your father gave you?"

Cassandra imitated her father's tone and said solemnly:

"Cassandra, didn't you always say you were going to Ash's house to play? Then go, I allow you to spend the rest of the holiday there."

Cassandra snorted, "I'm sure that's a lie!"

"Then what do you think the truth is?" Ash asked deliberately.

"Because of Ravshini and the others, and this box."

Cassandra held a bag in one hand and a black box in the other. She explained in a low voice, "Mom told me that dad got some internal information from the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic planned to raid the manor and search for information related to dark magic. Items. And once the contents of the box are discovered by people from the Ministry of Magic, they will definitely cause trouble for the Malfoy family."

The reason why the Malfoy family was raided by the Ministry of Magic was ultimately because they were deeply involved with Voldemort.

Although the Black family once had a close relationship with Voldemort, the relevant personnel have either died or been imprisoned in Azkaban. Of course, the Ministry of Magic will not be bored to investigate the Black family. So for Lucius, there is no more suitable place to hide some contraband than the ancestral home of the Black family.

Ash rubbed the girl's head and said softly:

"Release Ravshini and Abrana."

Cassandra opened the bag and saw two baby dragons that were over 10 feet long, making the originally spacious living room immediately crowded.

Cassandra asked softly:

"Ash, are they growing a little too fast?"

"Is it quick? I think it's quite normal." Ash touched his chin with a matter-of-fact expression.

Cassandra complained:

"I checked the information and found that baby dragons usually don't learn to breathe fire for the first time until they are six months old, and can fly freely in about a year, but they are only three months old now! Even the Welsh Green Dragon is only 18 feet They are over 10 feet long now, and at least 60 feet when they reach adulthood, which is even bigger than the Hungarian Horntail!"

"It's normal. It's like this atavism."

Facing Ash's vague answer, Cassandra's expression was still a little doubtful:

"real?"

Ash immediately asked back:

"Have you seen any other atavistic magical creatures?"

"No."

Seeing Cassandra shaking her head hesitantly, Ash immediately insisted, "Then there is no need to doubt, this must be caused by atavism!"

What else could it be but an atavism? He can't say it was the Philosopher's Stone that did it, right?

In order to prevent Cassandra from continuing to ask questions, Ash specifically changed the subject and asked:

"Cassandra, have you ever tried flying on one of them?"

Cassandra's tone was full of regret:

"My parents were worried that it would be dangerous and didn't want me to make such a dangerous attempt."

Ash reached out and gently touched Ravshini's horns, and said warmly:

"It's indeed a bit dangerous, but I can give them some special training."

Ravshini rubbed Ash's cheek intimately. It felt good, but a little hard.

The old house elf appeared on the porch and bowed his head respectfully:

"Master, you have a letter from Hogwarts."

"Bring it here, Kreacher."

"Yes Master."

Kreacher respectfully handed the letter to Ash. The content of the letter was much the same as it was in the first grade. The only difference was that the book list was different: "Standard Spells, Level 2" by Miranda Gorshak, " "Breaking with the Goblin" by Gilderoy Lockhart, "Walking with Ghouls" by Gilderoy Lockhart, "Holiday with the Dominatrix" by Gilderoy Lockhart, "With the Giant" "Traveling with the Vampire" by Gilderoy Lockhart, "Traveling with the Vampire" by Gilderoy Lockhart, "Wandering with the Werewolf" by Gilderoy Lockhart, "A Journey with the XZ Snowman" Years" Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Tsk."

As soon as he saw the author's name, Ash's expression became quite subtle.

Let’s not mention the other courses at Hogwarts, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is really difficult to evaluate. Having one teacher per year leads to extremely poor continuity in this course. Each teacher has his or her own teaching method, and may even reteach knowledge from the previous school year in the second school year.

The teaching level of these teachers is also uneven. For example, Quirrell and Lockhart are both at the bottom. Quirrell had no intention of teaching well, while Lockhart had the ambition to teach good students, but he did not have the ability himself.

For the students at Hogwarts, it makes no difference whether they attend Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the past two years or not, because they cannot get anything useful from the classes.

It has to be said that Hogwarts knows how to pick people.

The first-year Professor Quirrell can still explain it by 'seduce Voldemort', but what is the reason for choosing Lockhart in the second-year class?

Ordinary wizards may be deceived by Lockhart. After all, the stories written in Lockhart's books are true, but they are not his own stories, but plagiarized from other wizards.

But Dumbledore happened to know two unlucky people whose memories were erased by Lockhart, so it was impossible for him to not know that Lockhart was a liar. Even though he knew that Lockhart was a liar, Dumbledore still chose to make him the Dark Arts Defense teacher. Perhaps the only explanation is that Dumbledore was looking for someone to back him up——

Given the curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts, the loss rate of changing teachers every year is surprisingly high. Therefore, interspersing some incompetent people among the few professors with real talents can also effectively reduce the loss rate of anti-dark magic teachers.

After all, Voldemort's curse is indeed very powerful. For example, none of the seven Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in the original book died well.

Four people died unexpectedly, one lived in the Azkaban Hotel, and the other was transformed into an ugly sea creature by a spell. Gilderoy was the one who ended up with the best fate. At least he only lost his memory and had a chance to be cured.

Cassandra stepped forward to read the contents of the letter and whispered:

"These books are not cheap. Each one costs at least 5 Galleons. My mother bought his entire collection, which cost a full 50 Galleons!"

"Have you seen it?" Ash asked.

"Seen."

Cassandra frowned slightly and said without mercy:

"I have to admit that the story in the book is very exciting. Even my father couldn't find the loopholes in his story. But I feel like he made it up. A truly powerful wizard will not always emphasize how powerful he is in the book!"

——

In the evening, in a house in the suburbs of London.

In Hermione's room on the second floor, two girls sitting side by side on the bed were holding a copy of "A Year with XZ Snowman" and studying it carefully.

Hermione read it with fascination and was fascinated by the stories inside.

Harley was the complete opposite. She looked drowsy and yawned repeatedly.

Hermione asked doubtfully:

"Harry, are you sleepy?"

Harley said helplessly:

"This book is too boring! Hermione, do you know how many times you have read it?"

Hermione retorted:

"But don't you think the story in the book is very attractive? Ordinary wizards don't have such rich experience in fighting dark creatures. This book is also a bestseller in the wizarding world, and its sales have been far ahead in major bookstores."

"do not think so."

Harley had a matter-of-fact expression on her face and said confidently: "I don't feel as good as Ash."

After a brief thought, Hermione quickly came to the conclusion that it was indeed not as good as it was.

Hermione suddenly lifted the quilt, sat down at the table, and took out a quill and letter paper.

"Hermione, what are you writing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Write to Ash and Cassandra."

While dipping the quill in ink, Hermione explained, "We all need to go to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks. In order to avoid missing Ash and the others, it's best to coordinate the time."

"actually……"

Harry hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Hermione, who had just finished writing the beginning, turned back and looked at her doubtfully.

"is it possible,"

Harley's tone was a little erratic, "Well, I mean it's possible, I'm just providing a simple idea... that is to say..."

"You can say it directly." Hermione said dissatisfiedly with a small face.

"All right."

Harley blinked, "I mean, don't you have a phone at home?"

Hermione still stubbornly retorted:

"Do you think Ash and Cassandra will have phones at home? And even if they do, do you have their phone numbers?"

"Yes." Harley nodded.

Hermione was a little unbelievable:

"Why would you have that?"

Harley looked proud:

"I asked Ash for it in the letter, didn't you ask?"

For the first time, Hermione felt that her IQ was being challenged, and her face turned red.

The two little ones quickly ran downstairs and explained the situation to their parents, hoping to use the home landline phone.

"Ash?"

Mr. Granger recalled it and asked in surprise: "Is he the kid who led us in Diagon Alley last year?"

Hermione nodded and asked softly:

"Yes, Dad, can I call him?"

Mrs. Granger smiled and said:

"Oh, of course, you can invite him to have dinner with us tomorrow, and the girl named Cassandra."

Hermione whispered:

"Then I must write to her."

She didn't think Cassandra would have a landline at home. She knew how conservative the wizarding world was, and not everyone could be as enlightened as Ash.

They quickly dialed the phone number of Ash's house. The sound beeped several times, and a clear female voice rang:

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Cassandra?"

Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed when she heard the familiar voice, "How could it be you?"

"Hermione?"

Cassandra's voice was also a little surprised.

Hermione covered the phone, looked at Harry aside and asked:

"Are you sure you remembered the number correctly?"

Harley whispered:

"How could I remember it wrong? I don't know Cassandra's phone number."

Hermione asked hesitantly:

"Cassandra, are you at Ash's house?"

"Well, I just attended my grandfather's funeral and I'm currently staying here with Ash."

——

Ash came out of the cabinet in the room on the third floor and came to the living room on the second floor. He happened to see Cassandra leaving from the phone and asked in surprise:

"Did someone call just now?"

Cassandra explained softly:

"It's Hermione and Harry. They will go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy textbooks and want to ask if we want to go together. In addition, Hermione's parents invited us to have dinner tomorrow night."

Cassandra was kicking off her slippers at this time, raised her feet and stepped onto the sofa, gently wrapped her white hands around her knees, and asked with some anticipation:

"Ash, can we go tomorrow?"

"Why not?" Ash rubbed the girl's smooth blond hair with a smile on his face.

Under his change, Cassandra at least no longer discriminated against Muggle wizards, and was no longer even hostile to Muggles. In this way, she is actually incompatible with the traditions adhered to by the Malfoy family, but the girl has always hidden it well and will not conflict with her parents head-on.

"Ash!"

Cassandra suddenly raised her voice, raised her head and stared at Ash closely, "Have you noticed that you have two habits?"

"What?" Ash asked confused.

Kassandra stretched out her green hands and pointed at the big hand that was stroking her hair, and her tone was quite serious:

"First, you like to rub other people's hair. This is not a good habit. Strangers will not like the way you greet them."

"Feel sorry……"

Ash's big hand that was stroking the girl's hair stopped and took it back apologetically.

Cassandra grabbed his hand and put it back on top of her head, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she whispered:

"It doesn't matter, I'm not a stranger."

"Then what's the second one?" Ash laughed dumbly and continued to ask very cooperatively.

Cassandra's pretty face became more and more rosy, and her voice was like a gnat:

"foot……"

"You like looking at other people's feet."

Ash lowered his head subconsciously. The girl's feet were as clear as white jade, her toes were slender and graceful, and the slight gap between her toes was clearly visible. Her delicate skin exuded a faint fragrance, just like an elf in a fairy tale.

Cassandra felt Ash's naked gaze, and she became increasingly shy, but at the same time there was a hint of joy. Can Hermione and Harry do it?

Ash made no secret of his desires and said frankly:

"Because it looks good!"

Cassandra whispered:

"If you look good, you can't keep staring at others. This is very disrespectful behavior and can easily be disliked by others."

"Sorry, then I..." Ash pretended to stand up, but Cassandra held his arm again and said in a thin voice:

"Didn't I say it? I'm not a stranger."

Ash was a little surprised, wasn't that right? When did Cassandra's rank become so high?

Being stared at so directly by Ash, the girl's cheeks were almost buried in the middle of her thighs, and her rosy and delicate face could almost bleed. She quietly stuffed the book hidden under the sofa more tightly. The name of the book was:

"The Wizard's Guide to Love: Heart-pounding".

Ash suddenly asked:

"Then can I touch it?"

"Only, only, you can touch your feet~" Cassandra shrank her head.

——

The next morning, when Ash got up, he saw Cassandra already sitting in front of the living room, waiting.

By the time he finished washing, Cassandra was already walking towards the fireplace, ready to get the floo powder in the box.

Ash grabbed the girl's arm and shook his head at her:

"We don't use Floo."

Cassandra asked doubtfully:

"So how do we get to Diagon Alley?"

Ash shrugged:

"Take a taxi, take the bus, take the subway, whatever."

Cassandra looked confused, she couldn't understand the terms Ash said at all.

What is texi? What is bus? What is metro?

But soon, when she went out, she saw what 'Muggle technology is shocking'.

The bustling London took on a look she had never seen before. People were coming and going on the streets. The number of people on any street exceeded the total population of the wizarding world. The cars speeding on the road and the car accident that happened on the road were even more... Almost suffocating Cassandra!

She looked at the man lying in a pool of blood with disbelief on her face. Are Muggles even so dangerous in transportation?

On the escalator heading to the subway station, Cassandra couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"The... driver of that car must be responsible, right? Will he be imprisoned in Muggle Azkaban?"

Ash shook his head slightly and explained:

"No, even if the man was beaten to death just now, he deserved it, because the driver was driving normally and he ran a red light. The driver will not go to jail, but compensation is inevitable, but the insurance company will also pay for this part of the money."

"Insurance company?" Cassandra became more and more confused. She felt that the more she knew, the more she didn't know, and the more she didn't know, the less she knew. So the more you know, the less you know.

Well! My head hurts so much, it seems like something is growing!

By the time they entered the subway station, it was already crowded with commuters heading to work in the morning and they were queuing up to pass through the ticket gates.

Ash pointed to the machine on the side and introduced:

"That's a ticket vending machine. Everyone has to buy a ticket to enter the station."

"Is it broken?" Cassandra looked at the notice board next to her and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter, we have IC cards."

Ash showed the small card in his hand. IC cards had been invented as early as 1974 and had become rapidly popular in just a dozen years.

On the subway, Cassandra gently grabbed Ash's clothes and whispered:

"Isn't this just an underground train?"

Ash said softly:

"Yes, the principle is the same."

"So complicated."

Perhaps because she was afraid of being heard by other Muggles, Cassandra leaned into Ash's ear and whispered, "You can reach your destination in an instant using Floo powder, don't Muggles have a faster way of transportation?"

Ash's expression was a little subtle, but in the end he just sighed and said helplessly:

"No."

After all, compared with the wizarding world where the Floo Network is everywhere, the transportation methods in the Muggle world are indeed a waste of time.

If Floo Network can be popularized in the Muggle world, it will definitely be a disaster for workers and capitalists will be ecstatic.

Ding dong~!

The carriage door opened automatically, and the men and women carrying briefcases pushed and squeezed out of the subway in an instant.

Cassandra frowned slightly. She hated such crowded places, especially such crowded environments.

But when Ash took her hand and walked out of the subway, she suddenly found that the Muggles around them automatically avoided them, and no one tried to get close.

"Muggle-repelling curse?"

Cassandra reacted instantly and exclaimed: "How did you do that?"

Ash smiled and explained:

"Do you still remember the clothes I modified for you? The armor protection spell was added to it. Now it's actually the same. You just need to add the Muggle expulsion spell to the clothes or other things."

"It's not that simple!" Cassandra complained in a low voice. Muggle-repelling spells were almost always cast on fixed buildings. She had never seen anyone carrying a Muggle-repelling spell with them.

The wizarding world used the Muggle Expelling Curse to avoid being discovered by Muggles, but what did Ash use the Muggle Expelling Curse in the Muggle world?

Who is the outsider?

Cassandra resisted the desire to complain and followed Ash to take the escalator out of the subway. Once again, she returned to a street lined with shops and busy with traffic, and entered a dirty, small bar.

In the wizarding world, this dirty and small bar is very famous, but in the Muggle world it is completely opposite, because no Muggle can discover this place unless led by other wizards.

They walked across the bar to the small walled patio and tapped on the wall three times.

Boom!

Their reluctant bricks shook in violation of the rules of physics and began to shrink rapidly to both sides. The hole in the middle also grew larger and larger, and inside was a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight.

The red-haired Weasley was standing next to the wall. He originally came up to him with a smile on his face, but when he saw Ash clearly, he was inevitably a little disappointed:

"Oh, Ash, why is it you?"

Ash asked a little strangely:

"What are you doing here?"

"We're making money!"

He mysteriously leaned into Ash's ear and said in a somewhat excited tone, "We found that Muggles are very rich. As long as you guide them, you can get at least a galleons tip! And there is only one chance a year, so we must seize it." Take this opportunity to make more money!”

Ash asked:

"So George has taken the order now?"

"right."

Fred replied, and then asked in surprise, "How do you know I'm Fred?"

"Guess."

Ash shrugged, "If I guess wrong, I'll just say, 'Actually, I was joking, of course I know you are George'."

"As expected of you."

Fred sincerely admired, and then said with some regret, "It's a pity that Ron and Percy refused to help. They seemed to think, well... you know, this is really not very decent. But there is no way, Lockhart... ...Tsk, his books are too expensive! In order to raise money for us to buy books, dad is still trying to find ways to raise money for us even now."

Fred made no secret of his displeasure, despite the fact that both his mother and sister liked Lockhart, except the male ones.

Ash's expression moved slightly and he asked proactively:

"Is there anything I can do to help? I still have a lot of money."

"Of course you are rich. After all, unlike us, the Black family is one of the richest pure-blood families!"

Fred's eyes were inevitably a bit envious, but he sighed and shook his head, "But forget it, Dad will definitely not be able to lose face and borrow money from you. He would rather go to his uncle..."

As he was talking, Fred suddenly caught a glimpse of someone coming behind Ash from the corner of his eye, and a smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Hey! Hello, my name is Fred, Fred Weasley, what's your name?"

"Colin Creevey? What a name! I assume this must be your first time in Diagon Alley? Do you need a guide?"

"Oh! Of course, sir! Please follow me! I will take you to Gringotts first. Muggles need to exchange Galleons from there first. Galleons are the currency used by wizards. 5 pounds can be exchanged for 1 galleons. In the past, every Each new Muggle student is limited to redeeming 50 Galleons, but this year is an exception, you can redeem 100 Galleons, because Lockhart's books are too expensive!"

Fred's voice gradually faded away, but Ash could hear his sky-breaking resentment no matter how far away he was.

Cassandra had remained quiet while Ash and Fred were talking, and she didn't ask aloud until now:

"Are we going to Gringotts?"

Ash shook his head and said softly:

"Wait a minute, it seems like Harley and the others haven't arrived yet."

In fact, they didn't have to wait long, as Harry and Hermione soon appeared in front of them through the wall.

"Ash! Cassandra!"

When the two little ones saw them, they immediately showed expressions of surprise on their faces and ran towards them excitedly.

Mr. Granger stepped forward and greeted gently:

"We meet again, Mr. Black. I think you must be Miss Cassandra. Hermione has always said that you and Harley are her best friends."

"Hello, Mr. Granger." Cassandra replied in a low voice, not very comfortable with it.

The Grangers were obviously very relieved about Ash. They handed Harry and Hermione directly to Ash. They also handed Ash a stack of 500 pound banknotes and asked them to buy the required textbooks, claiming that the extra galleons would be enough. Buy them snacks and toys.

As for the Grangers themselves, since they really couldn't fit into the atmosphere of the wizarding world, they preferred to go shopping in the commercial streets outside.

Harley asked curiously:

"Ash, where should we go first?"

"Gringotts, exchange Galleons for Hermione. Harry, have you brought your key?"

"Bring it." Harley nodded lightly.

They went straight to Gringotts, that snow-white marble building, and made their request to the short goblin at the counter in the tall marble hall.

The goblin pushed up his glasses and looked at them condescendingly:

"Which vault are you going to?"

Harley handed over her key, and the goblin picked it up and looked at it, "Vault No. 687."

He handed the key back to Harley and was about to leave, but Ash stopped him:

"Wait a minute, I still have the key."

As Ash said this, he took out three keys from his pocket and handed them to the goblin. The goblin said:

"Vault 542, vault 123, and..."

"Vault No. 12." The goblin suddenly stared and took a deep breath.

"12?"

The three little ones all looked surprised. They had never seen a vault with such a high number.

Originally, I tried to compile a second-grade curriculum based on the original work, but then I discovered that it was all a bug.

For example, the first day of school in 1992 was Wednesday. The first class was Herbal Medicine in the morning, the second class was Transfiguration, and Defense Against Darkness was in the afternoon. Theoretically, the courses on this day were complete. I was quite happy. It was a good one. Start.

As a result, the more he watched, the more he collapsed. Harry was detained by Snape on Wednesday morning. He hurriedly had lunch and went to the library to find Ron. Then he went to the History of Magic class in the afternoon and went to lunch after the History of Magic class! ! Eat lunch twice a day! And the course completely overlaps with the previous one!

In the second half of the semester, Valentine's Day, February 14th, there was a Charms class in the afternoon, however! However! Why, February 14, 1993 is a Sunday! ! !

That’s ridiculous!

But when I scrolled back and saw Azkaban’s ‘Divination Lesson’, I suddenly understood what the problem was:

Azkaban was in its third year, 1993-1994. Trelawney said, 'The thing I was afraid of would happen on Friday, October 16th.' However, October 16th, 1993 was a Saturday, October 1992. It’s Friday the 16th!

Similarly, February 14, 1993 is a Sunday, but February 14, 1992 is a Fridayi

If 1993 uses the 1992 calendar, then 1992 will use the 1991 calendar! JK Rowling, as expected of you!