A day at Hogwarts

On the second day of Christmas, Charles was woken up by Hedwig's wings, thrown in by the old man.

He could only get up and take the owl to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, cut some beef and feed it.

Since Dumbledore's frequent visits, the freezer at 3 Privet Drive has run out of meat of unknown origin, much to Charles' dismay.

Harry sent a letter, excitedly saying that he had found the lightning bolt in his body yesterday afternoon, and imitated the magic in the Chamber of Secrets to strengthen it everywhere in his body.

The effect is there, that is, he is very energetic at night and can't sleep, so he puts on the invisibility cloak and wanders in the castle, and then finds a mirror in which he can see his family.

Charles wrote back, asking Harry to practice hard, and world peace will depend on you in the future.

For him, strengthening Harry would help him stay ahead when the sky was falling, himself...

At this moment, he suddenly thought of one thing. Now Voldemort seems to have plans to train himself. What if the two-hole socket returns and makes himself a Death Eater Hogwarts undercover agent?

Charles thought for a while and put the matter aside, let's talk about it later, there are still very important things today.

All day, he sat in front of the television, switching between news stations.

It was late at night, and Jack sat beside him at some point, patted his shoulder and said, "It seems that the history of this world is different from the world you came from."

Charles' face changed from silence to a smile. He leaned on the sofa and took a long breath. A bottle of happy water flew into his hand, and he opened the bottle cap and drank it down.

Let the history go, in this world, King Arthur once occupied northern France for a long time, Joan of Arc defeated the Ottoman army outside Constantinople and kept Rome alive for decades, what happens now It is not surprising that things are not the same as in "memory".

"I'm going for a walk." Charles said, standing up.

His mind is a bit messed up at this time, what happened today means that he can't easily refer to "memory" in the future, and needs to calm down.

Jack said indifferently: "Go, go, don't do bad things."

Charles went back to his room and put on his coat, hat, and scarf, and went to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley through Floo powder.

Charing Cross Road outside the Leaky Cauldron is a famous bookstore street in London. The Leaky Cauldron is between a bookstore and a record store. It is late at night and there are almost no pedestrians on the street.

Charles had no purpose, just walked casually, and was standing in front of the record store next to the Leaky Cauldron.

This is a five-storey building, and a round bronze plaque is hung on the wall column facing the street, which reads "84 Charing Cross Road, the former site of the world-famous Max and Cohen Bookstore for the book of Helen Hanff".

He has read the book "84 Charing Cross Road", which contains an American writer, Frank, the owner of the Max and Cohen bookstore located at 84 Charing Cross Road, his family and staff, starting from the purchase of a book. 20 years of correspondence. The two parties have never met each other and are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, but the words from the heart on the paper bridge the distance between hearts and develop a sincere friendship that is separated by oceans.

"84 Charing Cross Road..."

At some point, an aunt appeared next to Charles. She was wrapped tightly in a coat, scarf, and hat like him. Only big sapphire-like eyes could be seen, and her voice sounded in her early thirties.

The aunt continued: "I often think, if Helene Hanf and Frank could meet, what would be their first words."

There were only the two of them within a radius of twenty meters, and Charles realized that she was talking to him. It seemed that she was a loyal reader of "84 Charing Cross Road", and he regarded himself as a book friend who also came to visit the Holy Land.

Book friends are the same as fans, you don't need to know each other, you can chat just because of the same hobbies.

Charles said to the aunt: "If it was a fictional work of literature, I would say that Helene Hanff and Frank, two best friends who never saw each other, made the work sublime."

"But this is what happened in reality. Whenever I open this book, I think, if I could go back in time, I would definitely sponsor Helene Hanff's trip to England to find literature."

The aunt laughed after hearing this, and smiled happily.

She turned her head and glanced at Charles, jokingly said, "I think you are suitable to be an engineer in the future."

Now Charles is not short, but his voice is limited by objective conditions, and he can still be heard as a boy of middle school age.

Charles smiled and continued: "I also thought, if I sponsored her, would there be one less good book in the world that can stick to my hand and can't be put down?"

The aunt thought about it and said: "Well, this is indeed a problem. From the reader's point of view, I definitely don't want to lose a book I like. But it is too cruel to Helene Hanf and Frank. It’s a shame it’s a few years after Frank’s death that he’s here under the patronage of a publisher.”

At this moment, Charles frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The aunt didn't bother him, just waited curiously.

After about ten minutes, Charles said in a slow voice while thinking: "The essence of "84 Charing Cross Road" is that Max and Cohen Bookstore brings together those interesting souls, whether they meet or not, interesting The soul will still not change. Maybe because of different experiences, they will tell us a more exciting story."

After speaking, he seemed relieved, as if he had figured out something.

The aunt was keenly aware of this, and turned to him and said, "It seems that you have untied a very important knot in your heart."

Although her scarf covered the lower half of her face almost up to the bridge of her nose, it could be heard from her tone that she said this with a smile.

Charles also replied with a smile: "Yeah, I was a little confused before."

"Life is like walking in a city with countless forks. No one knows where the next fork will lead. At first I thought I was holding a city map in my hand, and I didn't have to think before the fork. Just follow the map. I have walked with this map for a long time, although there are some flaws, it is not a big obstacle, and I have avoided the trouble of going the wrong way many times."

"However, the facts tell me that the map may not be all correct. In another block I didn't go to, the map was seriously inconsistent with the actual situation. So I was confused. I don't know whether the back of the intersection in front of me is the same as the map. Then go to It's an intersection."

"Just now I figured it out. Although the map is wrong, the earth is still the same. The east, west, and north will not change, and the continents will not drift as fast as the plane. As long as the destination is clear and the direction is correct, even if you take some wrong paths, you will eventually can go to the destination.”

"Oh, I'm sorry to make you listen to me babbling so many strange things."

"It's okay." The aunt just smiled, "I also benefited a lot tonight."

Then she added: "It's getting late now, good boy, it's time to go home and go to bed."

Charles scratched his thick hat and was about to say something when there was a shout not far away.

It was a drunk man who looked to be in his early twenties, walking staggeringly, and would have been limp on the ground if someone hadn't supported him. The man was cursing at the same time, as if the whole city of London had a grudge against him.

The aunt said to Charles gently with a hint of sternness: "Don't become such an adult in the future. Oh, it's embarrassing for that young lady."

Charles just nodded.

The two of them walked a few steps, and came to a dark place where the street lights couldn't reach them. If they got into trouble with a drunkard, it would be a toad on their feet—the best choice is to walk far away.

Under the streetlight, Eleanor struggled to help the man to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and then walked in.