Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"I don't have... talent?"

After discussing for so long, Dudley seemed to have just understood what Shire meant, and the little chubby repeated it softly in a tone that seemed to be whispering.

Harry next to him was already stunned, he didn't expect things to develop like this at all.

"Yes, you didn't."

"But Harry is the savior of the wizarding world, and he's my cousin."

Dudley asked in disbelief, his fat face flushed with excitement.

"But you're not."

"But you said, I'm a hero!"

He started to get excited and his voice got a little louder.

Charles noticed that a couple who seemed to be senior Hogwarts students had started to look at him nearby, but the location he chose was remote enough that it didn't attract too many eyes for a while.

It doesn't matter, this is Diagon Alley, or in peacetime.

"You are indeed a hero."

Charles said calmly.

"Even if you can't learn magic, even if you don't step into this world."

"It won't change you either."

Dudley stopped talking suddenly, but his face was getting redder and redder, as if he was on fire. . It suddenly occurred to Charles that he seemed to have snatched Harry's flame pepper ice cream, which had a backlash.

"I hate you!"

Suddenly, Dudley yelled at the three of them with a distorted expression, the voice made the entire Florin Fusco ice cream shop seem to be quiet for a while.

The air was burning, filled with a burning smell.

"My mother was right! I should stay away from you!"

He turned his head suddenly and said to Harry.

"Freak!"

He cursed and rushed out without looking back. . By the way, I took away the unfinished flame pepper ice cream.

Charles didn't have much reaction to Dudley's outburst. After all, he was not from the same group, and such things would happen sooner or later.

And there are many truths that children of this age cannot understand, and they cannot understand, even if they may not know the true meaning of some things, such as what the magic world means, and heroes will not change because of where they are some type of.

They will only feel lost, deceived, excluded, and rejected.

"gone!"

Charles pushed down Harry's hood, covering his forehead that was about to be exposed again.

The word freak has attracted a lot of attention. After all, half-breed wizards and witches in the magic world account for the majority, and they have more or less heard of this word.

Harry and Hermione hurried to follow Charles, fearing that Dudley might get lost.

But Shire knew, because he was staring at the floor tiles in Diagon Alley. He imagined the natural patterns on the floor tiles as planned routes, and the gaps around the stone tiles as maps, just like children often Just like when you're entertaining yourself.

Then he saw Dudley's trajectory.

Metaphor magic, find people and find the way.

Use your imagination like a child, like treating every brick as a grid that can jump, and you can successfully release magic. I don’t know which genius strategy team discovered it. What a clever little ghost, Charles said. Very impressed.

They saw Dudley at the entrance to Diagon Alley, and he couldn't get out without his wand.

Walking forward, Charles tapped the wall, the arch reappeared, and Dudley immediately ran outside in a gust of wind.

Harry who rushed over didn't have time to say anything, so he had to catch up again in a hurry.

A few little guys thumped through the Leaky Cauldron, attracting the dissatisfaction of the boss Tom.

"Don't run around here, don't think I can't do anything about you because I can't deduct points from you!"

He waved the dirty rag with which he wiped the glasses.

But Dudley had already run out of the bar.

Dudley, who came outside, wanted to turn around and say a few harsh words, just like he used to do when he bullied those lower grade students as Brother D, but when he turned around, there was no bar, only a wall.

There was a flash of horror and incomprehension in Dudley's eyes, and then anger and loss.

He left along the commercial street in front of Chanel without looking back.

. . .

On the way back, neither Harry nor Hermione were in high spirits.

"Maybe you can bring back some magic candy and ice cream when you are on vacation."

"He'll love it."

Harry smiled wryly.

There was nothing Charles could do about it, and he didn't care too much, he didn't have any ill feelings for Dudley, but he didn't have much, either, just one. . It's just ordinary passers-by. Dudley still has a few episodes in the later stage, but they are not in the main storyline, and Charles doesn't really care.

He was going after Hermione from the start.

Not to mention Dudley, Harry was just incidental.

If there is no panel, maybe he will get closer to Harry or stay away from Harry, but with the panel protection, instead of having time to consider the relationship with Harry, it is better to be more vigilant to Dumbledore.

He was Dumbledore after all.

. . .

Dudley returned home, opened the door with a bang, ran into the house without saying a word, ignored Fernon who had already come home from work, and even ignored Petunia's prepared dinner, and ran upstairs , "Boom!" Shut himself in the room.

Petunia and Feinon looked at each other, what happened to their little baby.

"Go and see!"

Fenon stared, nervously.

Petunia also ran upstairs in a hurry. She turned the doorknob slightly, but found that it couldn't be opened, and the door was locked, so she could only call softly through the door.

"My little Dada, what's wrong with you?"

Dudley was silent in the room.

"My little baby.."

"do not bother me!"

Dudley growled.

Petunia went downstairs helplessly, shaking her head at Feinon.

But it so happened that Harry also came home at this time. After seeing Harry, Petunia seemed to have thought of something, and her face became extremely ugly.

"is that you!"

She growled like crazy.

"is that you!"

And grabbed Harry's ear.

Harry couldn't dodge, a child certainly couldn't struggle better than an adult, he was carried all the way across the living room by Petunia's ear, and then pushed into the cupboard.

"Boom!"

Petunia slammed the door and locked the cupboard outside.

"Don't ever think about going out again in your life! You bad bastard!"

She screamed, like a ghost with Lockhart stuck in her neck.

Petunia, who had imprisoned Harry, went back upstairs.

"Dada, I've already locked up that freak, you don't have to be afraid."

Petunia leaned against the door and whispered.

"Click."

The door opened.

Petunia hugged Dudley subconsciously. Before she could ask a question, she heard Dudley ask in a crying voice.

"Mom, why can't I use magic?"

Penny's face froze.

. . .

"Happy birthday!"

As soon as Charles got home, he saw Andrea preparing a big surprise for him, a big piece of birthday cake.

"Happy birthday to you too."

Dazed for a moment, Charles said subconsciously.

Andrea frowned, with a strange expression, she wanted to laugh but didn't.

"What did you say?"

Finally she asked with a smile.

Charles reacted.

"Oh, I mean.. thanks!"

He takes the gift.

"Open it and have a look."

Andrea urged eagerly.

Charles unwrapped the bow on the package and opened the present.

"Wow."

He exclaimed.

Birthday presents were always a matter of randomness, and Charles could never guess what he was going to get.

"..What's this?"

He repeatedly looked at the record in his hand.

"It's a gold record!"

Andrea said with a smile.

"I can see that."

The latter looked helpless.

"This is the souvenir gold record commemorating the 20th anniversary of Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 flying into the universe! Don't you like studying these weird things the most?"

"Oh, yes! They were launched in 1977."

Charles suddenly realized.

Andrea then showed a satisfied smile.

He seems to have a vague impression of Voyager 1 and 2, which has touched his knowledge blind spot, but it is easy to reverse the time. Andrea said it was the 20th anniversary, and 20 years ago was 1977.

Yes, it’s not 1991. In the original Harry Potter’s entry time, in order to better integrate the world view, the time has been slightly delayed.

"I love this gift."

Charles rewrapped the gold record.

"Now, let's cut the cake!"

Andrea immediately pushed Charles to the cake and cheered.

. . .

Granger's house, night.

Since the little girl was not in high spirits when she came home at night, and she didn't ask any questions, Mrs. Granger was a little worried. After Hermione fell asleep, she opened the door and came in to have a look.

Hermione still looked unhappy in her sleep.

Mrs. Granger was a little helpless.

She sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, smoothed her matted hair, and tucked her in, and then she saw the book next to the bed.

"Hogwarts: A Piece of School History?"

What kind of school is Hogwarts, Mrs. Granger recalled, she didn't seem to have heard of it.

However, this little guy! I bought books again.

Mrs. Granger was even more helpless.

. . .

At night, at Dursley's house.

Harry, who lived in the storage room under the stairs, didn't fall asleep. He stared blankly at the electric meter with numbers jumping on the wall, wondering what he was thinking.

Upstairs, Dudley, who occupied two bedrooms by himself, was already sound asleep, but in his deep sleep, his brows were deeply furrowed and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare.

But whether it was a nightmare or a dream, it was a dream in deep sleep, so Dudley, who was asleep, didn't see it through the beautiful little skylight of his house. . Under the distant moon, there is a huge sailing ship floating.

"I smell it, the smell of despair."

At the front of the sailboat, an extremely handsome, thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood with his waist in his arms. His gaze looked down, as if he could penetrate the clouds and go straight to the center of the earth.

"Drop anchor, we're going to have a new partner."

The boy showed a smile, extremely handsome.

The galleon seemed to start to slow down, but at this moment, a younger child ran up from the cabin.

"Captain! They're coming!"

Annoyance and annoyance appeared on the boy's face.

He glanced back and saw a pale yellow sand, which filled the sky and chased after him.

"Full speed ahead!"

he roared.

"If the speed slows down... I'll kick you all off the boat!! I want to see your brains split apart!!!"

The galleon began to accelerate.

"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance."

The boy glanced gloomyly at the villa complex below.

He turned and walked back to the rudder, and then he pulled out a tattered sack from nowhere.

"Clatter!"

As he dumped the contents of the bag to the ground, a large pile of exquisite necklaces studded with hourglasses tumbled out. . It's a time-turner, all of them!

"Boom! Boom!"

He kicked up and smashed a few, then started turning the huge rudder.

"Woo!"

The big sailboat automatically inflated its sails without any wind, and seemed to let out a low-pitched roar, and then it rushed faster and faster into the sky above the clouds.

. . .

Time is always very strange, it seems that the sand in the hourglass is faster than the flowing water, and it is fleeting.

The days passed day by day, going back and forth in the long-lost calm, but not long after, on a certain morning, there were suddenly more owls over England, and they flew wantonly, as if announcing the advent of a new era.