Reborn at Hogwarts

The night in London was cold and wet. It had just rained during the day, and the streets were slippery. The street lamps on both sides of the road were flickering under the blowing of the cold wind, and the light bulbs were shaking and making a weird crackling sound.

From a record store on the corner, a piercing tenor voice came from far away in the silence of the night.

With a bang, the door of the bookstore next door opened, and a middle-aged man with thinning hair ran out angrily, holding a baseball bat in his hand, and rushed to the door of the record store, beating the door vigorously while growled.

"I'm done with your fucking records! Pop shit!"

With a bang, the door of the record store was knocked open by a man, and he staggered in. Not long after, there were sounds of scuffling and cursing in the store.

"...What a mess."

Ivan looked at the record store that had become a mess in the scuffle, shook his head, and looked away.

In front of him, between the record store and the bookstore, there was a small and dirty bar. The strange thing was that other passers-by seemed to be unable to see it, and walked past it without turning their eyes.

Ivan glanced over the crooked "Leaky Cauldron" signboard, then pulled up the suitcase, fastened the buttons on his collar, pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, a gust of hot air rushed towards his face. Ivan sniffed and smelled a strong aroma of wine.

Similar to the style of the signboard hanging outside is the decoration of the tavern, which is also dilapidated, dirty and old. Ivan saw an old woman sitting in a corner smoking a long pipe, and the surrounding area was filled with smoke. There were three glasses of sherry in front of her, and two of them had only a shallow layer of wine left. It seemed that the friends who drank with her before had left.

A wizard with a heavy purple scarf wrapped around his head was sitting away from the bar, a glass of beer was placed on the table in front of him, but he didn't move, but kept covering his mouth with his hand, as if mumbling Saying something, his face flushed red.

Ivan's eyes paused for a moment on him, and then he looked at the bar owner who was wiping glasses behind the counter, who was also looking at him.

"Hey! Young man, would you like a drink?" The bar owner, whose hair was almost stripped and looked like a flat walnut, grinned, and stuffed the cleaned glass under the bar.

"If you pay the bill, it doesn't hurt to have a drink."

Ivan dragged the suitcase and sat on the seat at the counter, and also made a joke with a smile.

"Oh, that's not okay, kid. You're not yet of age." The bar owner raised a stubby finger and shook it, pushing a glass of suspiciously colored stuff in front of the boy. "Try this, the new one in the store." drinks."

"Thank you." Ivan picked up the cup, raised a little finger and tapped the bottom of the cup calmly, and then drank it down.

A strange smell as if Flobber caterpillars and apples were mixed together and squeezed into juice filled Ivan's mouth instantly. The boy couldn't help retching twice. He was tempted to maintain a facial expression to show politeness, but this behavior made him look like he just swallowed half a catty of vinegar.

The barkeeper laughed.

"Good boy, didn't I tell you? This is our new drink. No one has tasted it before you?" He patted Ivan on the back hard to make him relax, "Taste How about it?"

"...Not bad." Ivan said against his will, "It's better to add a little lemon juice in it. It's not sour enough, I guess a little sour taste would be better."

"It's a good suggestion." The bar owner glanced at the remaining half glass of drink, "Jon told me, you're going to live here until school starts?"

"Yes, I want to live here until the start of school." Ivan nodded, "Can you give me a room in the corner? It would be better if the sound insulation is better."

The barkeeper shrugged.

"You and your father seem to be carved out of the same mold." He said, fumbling for the key, "He and your mother used to like to live in a room with better sound insulation when they were in school-ah, take it, The innermost room on the second floor, go up the stairs and turn left."

I always feel as if I heard something incredible...

Ivan took the key from the bar owner, said goodnight to him politely, and dragged the suitcase upstairs.

During the time he communicated with the boss, the wizard sitting in the corner with a purple scarf on his head never touched the glass of wine in front of him.

...

Ivan went up to the second floor of the bar, looked around, and then walked to the left according to the bar owner's instructions.

Although it was already night, the wizards living in the bar obviously did not have the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and there were dim lights in the cracks in the doors of almost every room.

Ivan dragged his suitcase and walked in the dark corridor, the wooden floor creaked and creaked under the weight. As he passed a certain room, he heard a husky male voice inside say, "Be quiet!" More people ignored the noise made by the boxes because they were louder.

Standing in front of the door of his room, Ivan took out the key and poked it at the lock a few times, but it still wouldn't go in. He had to fumble for his wand, letting the tip glow slightly before opening the door.

This corner room should have been unoccupied for a long time, and when Ivan opened the door, he smelled a musty smell. Frowning, the boy pushed open the window to let the wind into the room, and then turned on the light.

Although the smell is disgusting, but luckily the room was kept relatively clean. Ivan threw the suitcase casually by the bed, and then fell directly on the bed with his clothes on.

He was really exhausted.

After returning home from Nurmengard, he didn't even eat a meal. He only had time to send a letter to his father, hoping that he could help him book a room at the Leaky Cauldron. Then he hurriedly packed his luggage with a sandwich in his mouth. out the door.

It was only after he got to the bar that he realized that he would actually have time to come over tomorrow, so there was no need to be in such a hurry.

‘Forget it, it’s not much different. I’m still being questioned by my mother at home. I haven’t figured out how to explain what happened for more than a month. '

Ivan let out a long breath.

During this period of learning magic from Grindelwald, Ivan has benefited a lot.

As the original Dark Lord, Grindelwald has indeed mastered many things that have not been recorded in books.

Even the meditation method he taught himself on the first day he officially started learning has the benefits of significantly improving perception and speeding up the growth of magic power.

During this month, Ivan, who insisted on meditating every day, could already clearly feel that his magical power had grown by leaps and bounds.

It's just that maybe because Dumbledore had promised in advance, everything Grindelwald taught Ivan during this period was related to the improvement of incarnation.

Oh no, maybe it shouldn't be called "Avatar Technique".

Now Ivan prefers to call it "Elemental Incarnation".

Although it sounds a bit secondary, this is actually the most appropriate name in Ivan's mind.

Lying on the bed for a while, when the quilt gradually became warm, Ivan struggled to control himself to get up, took off his coat and got into the bed.

Before leaving Nurmengard, Grindelwald gave him a task. Tomorrow he had to get up early to catch the earliest Knight bus.

He's going to take a trip to Knockturn Alley.

I decided to skip the learning process in Nurmengard. To be honest, I am not very good at this kind of content. I am afraid that the writing will be too stupid o.o The first grade seems to be too ordinary, why don’t we start making troubles in the second grade?