I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

Sirius followed the measuring witch and walked in. He leaned lazily against the wall with his arms crossed and said with a smile, "That depends on Mr. Potter's performance."

"Of course, Neville is already very handsome, so you probably don't have much chance." He winked at Neville again.

Neville showed a shy smile: "Sirius, stop making fun of me."

Sirius put away his smile and said seriously: "Neville, you look great, I'm serious."

"Okay, okay..." Neville glanced at the other party helplessly, but some happiness in the corners of his eyes still fell in Sean's eyes.

"Hey Sean, this is my godfather, Sirius Black," Harry introduced enthusiastically.

"Hello, Mr. Black, Sean Wallop." Sean put his left hand on his chest, bowed slightly and nodded, with an impeccable smile on his face.

However, Sirius didn't seem too interested in this. He nodded slightly, gave Sean a warm greeting for Harry's sake, and then urged Harry to change clothes.

Sean didn't care. He still maintained a good posture so that the automatic measuring pin could obtain accurate data.

Harry changed his clothes and walked out. He glanced at Sirius with some anxiety and asked expectantly: "How does it look? How does it compare with my dad back then?"

Sirius looked at him seriously, then laughed again. He stepped forward and patted his godson on the shoulder: "Excellent, son, you look much better than your father back then."

Harry smiled happily, and it was obvious that he had a very good relationship with his godfather.

"Okay, it's time to buy other things. Let's go, boys."

Harry and Neville said hello to Sean, left "See you at Hogwarts" and walked out together.

Sean looked at the other person's back and could still hear a few words of their conversation.

"Hey Sirius, is there any way to hide the broomstick and bring it into school?"

"Well, I think we have to hide it from your mother first..."

The new version of Harry Potter... Sean stood on the pedals and thought.

Now, he is even more curious about Hogwarts.

It is worth mentioning that when Sean and his father left Diagon Alley, they met Harry and his group again. After exchanging a few words, they happened to meet the professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts: Quirrell.

At this time, Quirrell looked like a slightly pale young man, but apart from his weak speech, he showed no signs of nervousness.

"Professor Quirrell has always been like this, as if he drank a potion of weakness." Sean heard Sirius' explanation in a low voice.

It seems that Voldemort did not make waves, Sean thought.

However, no one noticed that after they left, Quirrell, who retreated into the shadow of the bar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes became cold and calm.

…

That night, Sean sat in the room. In front of him was a specially bought "History of Modern Magic", and beside him were the already opened copies of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic" and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century".

"There's nothing I want..." He pressed his temples with a headache.

In several books, there is very little mention of Grindelwald, and only "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century" gives some vague information.

"Gellert Grindelwald had an ideological conflict with Albus Dumbledore in his early years. Grindelwald tried to implement his own ideas, but after being blocked by Dumbledore, the two reached a reconciliation. Greene

After this, DeVoe founded the Nurmengard School of Magic and the Wizarding Reform Association in the same year."

"The Wizards Reform Association was founded by Gellert Grindelwald. Since its establishment, the association has been committed to improving the rights of wizards."

In several books, there are only a few sentences mentioning Grindelwald.

Sean held his chin and thought for a while, but still had no idea.

"It's better to enroll in the school first, and then explore it after you learn more about the Ministry of Magic. Besides, the current environment should be much safer than before. At least you don't have to worry about someone without a nose jumping out and giving him a big gnaw."

While Sean was talking to himself, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Allen walked in, also holding a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Arts" in his hand, which was an additional purchase.

"Kid, we need to talk." Mr. Wallop's face was solemn.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"In my opinion, the wizarding world is not very safe..."

After a long talk, the father and son finally reached a consensus that Sean needed to make some preparations before enrolling in school.

Ordinary people don't have magic, but they do have science.

…

On September 1st, the Wallop family's mansion became busy early in the morning.

Sean pushed the suitcase to the door. Allen took the suitcase and put it into the trunk of the car. He winked at his son and said, "Have you put that thing away?"

Sean patted his deformed lizard wallet: "Of course."

In the wallet containing Galleons, Thicke and Nat, there was a miniature pistol lying quietly at this moment.

After carefully studying the history of magic, Mr. Alan Wallup believed that the probability of wizards encountering bad guys was much higher than that of ordinary people. The owner of a private hospital, who had always been thoughtful, made this decision ruthlessly.

In addition to trying some basic spells on his own, the rest of Sean's summer vacation was spent on shooting training.

Of course, it seems unreasonable to let a child who has not yet passed his twelfth birthday hold a gun, but Sean's maturity and excellence have been far beyond his peers since he was a child, so Allen is not very worried.

He glanced at the door of his house and saw that his wife and daughter had not come out yet, so he whispered: "Sean, dad trusts you very much, so protect yourself, but you must also be cautious."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wallop, my goal is the same as yours, try not to give that gadget any chance to appear." Sean blinked.

"Very good." The father and son looked at each other and smiled, reaching a consensus.

The cars started, and amid Mrs. Wallop's worried instructions and sister Ella's questions, the family finally arrived at platform nine and three-quarters.

"What the hell, where is the entrance?" Allen pushed the luggage trolley, and the birdcage with the owl on it had already attracted a lot of attention.

The snowy owl named "Cuckoo" was purchased in Diagon Alley that day. It was the most expensive owl in the Fantastic Beasts store, but it was probably not Harry's Hedwig.

Sean looked around and happened to see another eye-catching and beautiful snowy owl.

He smiled, and it seemed that fate still left traces.

"Hey, Harry." Sean ran over and said hello.

"Hey, Sean, what a coincidence." Harry waved to him as well, and then introduced the two people behind him, "These are my parents."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter." Sean saluted politely.

James looks like the gentle and elegant Harry will look like when he grows up, while his wife Lily is a beautiful lady with gentle and deep green eyes.