Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Bell! Bell! Ring!"

The electronic alarm bell, like a bell, suddenly sounded in the quiet morning. It was crisp, with incredible penetrating power, as if it could easily penetrate any substance, for example, the human brain.

On a double bed next to the alarm clock, there was a burst of squirming under the shoving quilt, and then an arm stretched out from below, grabbed the alarm clock, and pulled it to the ground.

"Snapped!"

I don't know what kind of material the alarm clock is made of, but it fell from a height of more than one meter, and it was broken into several pieces as if it couldn't bear it. Uh, maybe it's more appropriate to describe it as a broken body, because its parts Scattered all over the place, the dial battery pointer is everywhere.

Of course, the alarm went off too.

The silence seemed to refill the morning, but unfortunately it only lasted for a few seconds, because the next moment, a faint mouth shape suddenly appeared on the alarm dial that fell to the ground, and it began to chant.

"I really miss the time when I was still a clock. At that time, I was ignorant, and even if I was smashed to pieces, I would not feel pain."

"Now I understand."

"I also understand pain."

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing."

"What is the meaning of life, where did I come from, is this painful mission my destiny..."

The quilt was thrown back suddenly, revealing a slightly messy head.

"Actually, you don't feel pain now."

"Of course, if you don't keep your mouth shut, believe that by this time tomorrow morning, your wish will come true."

Charles sat up from the bed, and the parts of the alarm clock on the ground were bound by some invisible force, like a magnetic field, reuniting them in the blink of an eye to form a complete alarm clock.

The ticking of the hands continued to flow, and the alarm clock jumped up, jumping from the ground back to its original position on the table.

"Thank you, my master."

praised the repaired alarm clock.

"It would be even better if we didn't have to go through this process every morning!"

Charles ignored the alarm clock that was still chattering. After such a farce, he couldn't sleep anymore, but he felt a little puzzled when he touched the cold bed next to him.

What about people? Isn't today the weekend, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't work.

While Charles was thinking, the door was suddenly opened, and the well-dressed Miss Granger threw a lot of things over in a very fast tone.

"Today is Aisha's birthday, you must have forgotten it, right?"

Charles sighed, then glanced at the alarm again.

"So you set your alarm an hour earlier."

"Time is money, my lord, you know..."

Charles stretched out his hand and turned the alarm clock away. The dial with the mouth was pressed against the wall. Immediately, the alarm clock couldn't open its mouth, and the noisy sound was instantly quieted down.

"You're welcome."

Miss Granger spread her hands.

"Toto has already made breakfast...you better move fast."

"Got it, got it." Charles responded.

But such a quick reply made Hermione Granger narrow her eyes suspiciously.

She pulled her right hand out of the back pocket of her tight jeans, and nodded Charles' head in the air.

"You'd better not sneak away like last time."

Then Hermione paused, as if hearing something, and continued.

"Rapunzel and Arlo are here, we'd better hurry."

After saying that, she nodded to Shire again, then tossed her hair and walked out.

"All right."

Charles shrugged, showing a helpless smile.

He got up from the bed, and the whole room seemed to come alive at this moment.

The sock jumped up from the ground by itself, taking advantage of the moment Charles lifted his foot, he tried his best to put himself on his foot, and the pants followed closely behind, but the movement of the pants was too big, and almost tripped him. wrestle.

While Ciel was walking, the clothes started to move by themselves.

The shirt opened the cabinet door, poked its head out, and then rushed towards Shire as if it had spotted the target at a glance. The coat hanging on the hanger followed behind, but it knew that it was the finale.

The tie tied a knot for himself, and he yanked it hard with a force that seemed to strangle someone to death, "Crack!" As if he heard the crisp sound of his neck bone, Charles quickly grabbed the loose tie. Loosen up so that you can breathe air smoothly.

Charles, who went to the drawer to pick out watches and cufflinks, passed the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, and Mr. Mirror greeted him warmly.

"You look very handsome today, Monsieur Charles."

"Thanks, but I do every day."

Charles stopped slightly, scratched his hair in the full-length mirror, and then moved forward again.

Watches, cufflinks, wedding rings, magic wands. . A complete set of costumes was completed in a short time.

"Aisha's birthday... yes, almost forgot, Aisha, wait!"

Charles suddenly stopped.

"Eisha, Anna...Madison!"

"Hell, Madison shouldn't..."

"I have a call from you, sir."

"Buzz!" Siri's prompt came from the phone that was thrown on the table, "Connected." Charles said.

"Hope you're not out yet, my friend."

On the other end of the phone was a lazy voice, which sounded casual, but did not make people feel too unimportant, with typical aristocratic arrogance.

It's Draco Malfoy.

Although he tried his best to imitate his father's aristocratic temperament, but unfortunately, his background was still lacking in aristocratic temperament, and more than arrogance, which made him sound like a complete jerk.

If it wasn't for Draco after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco listened to Shire's flickering and went to America with them to develop, but he was dazzled by the colorful Muggle world there.

After realizing the hospitality of those Muggle girls, the current patriarch of the Malfoy family waved the money and turned into a playboy. . Cough, ah no, the hero sees the same thing, and the relationship is not bad. Just based on his bastard attitude, he must have been beaten to death long ago.

"of course not."

Charles took a deep breath.

"Listen bro, I need your help."

"It seems that you already know that your Miss Madison will also attend today's birthday party."

Draco, who was far away on the top floor of the Hilton Building in New York, crawled out of a monster called the Girl Pile, stood in front of the huge French windows overlooking the entire Manhattan peninsula, and faced Ling. . In the morning sunshine, I made a relaxed phone call.

"I can't help you this time, my friend."

"Although I don't know why you have solved so many girls' problems well, but you stumbled on this Miss Madison, but I have already said that you should calm down, otherwise you will one day sooner or later Will overturn."

"So, I can help you choose a good place, how about Hamilton Cemetery."

"Thanks, but it doesn't have to be."

Charles refused angrily.

"And I prefer the view near the Danube."

"Relax, friend."

Draco was on the other end of the phone with a gleeful smile.

"I can save a place for you tonight, after you've been kicked out of your house."

"Whether it's like last time, the two of us drank until morning at the Louvre, or like last time, carousing in Versailles, it's no problem."

"But my personal suggestion is that Versailles is better. At least I can call some caring girls to comfort you who are hurt, instead of just us two big men drinking in the Louvre."

"Aren't you afraid that Astoria will kill you?"

Charles snorted.

"Afraid."

Draco admitted without hesitation.

"But at that time, it is estimated that you have been thrown into the wilderness by Miss Montgomery and your wife."

"Well, my friend, I look forward to meeting you in the evening, of course... better not to see."

The phone hangs up.

Putting the phone into the inner pocket of his clothes, Ciel went back to the full-length mirror and sorted out his image again.

There was not much time left for him, and he had to find a way to solve the situation that Madison and Hermione would meet today before Hermione and Hermione rushed to the birthday party after breakfast. . At least they can't let them fight on the spot, or beat themselves together.

That would definitely be a disaster.

Looking at the full-length mirror, Charles sighed again. Then he spoke suddenly.

"In fact, after hearing such familiar names as Miss Hermione Granger, Draco Malford, and Astoria, you must already know what kind of world this is."

Charles said slowly to the mirror.

"Yes, this is the world of Harry Potter."

He turned his head, facing the outside of the book.

"But why are there Elsa, Rapunzel, Aurora, and Miss Madison Montgomery here? Oh, of course they are not just ordinary passers-by with similar names. Why do you think so?"

"They, that's them, yes, from other stories, American terror, Ann's words and so on."

"Because this is not just the world of Harry Potter."

Charles buttoned the last cuff button, and he held the purple wood wand in his hand and lighted it.

"I know you must be curious, but it's a long story."

"I hope you have enough time for morning tea to listen to me carefully and finish this story."

"But please wait a moment, because I have to solve a... small problem that may cause a marriage crisis."