Infinite Heroes Seat

In a blink of an eye, the unheard of first school year ended. It can be said that this year belongs to Ravenclaw. The Academy Cup and Quidditch Cup fell into their hands at the same time, and at the end of the year Dumbledore announced that Vinclaw’s lost crown for thousands of years was found to be the culmination of this joyous atmosphere. Of course, the biggest winner is Mo Wen, handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, good family background and a series of in school. Outstanding performance made him known as "His Royal Highness the Prince of Ravenclaw", and his reputation among students surpassed that of the current student council chairman.

　　 Of course, none of this is in Mo Wen's heart, now he is planning another thing.

"Modi, this is your castle. It's so big and beautiful." Qiu Zhang grew his mouth in surprise, and looked at the beautiful castle not far away, classical and elegant, in front of it. The lakes and forests in China constitute a beautiful picture.

After staying home for a while, Qiu Zhang finally couldn't resist the temptation of Quidditch. At Mo Wen's invitation, he came to the Guris family's castle as a guest. Although he had some knowledge of Mo Wen's family background, he was in front of him. The scene still surprised her.

Mo Wen smiled and took Qiu Zhang’s luggage, holding his magic wand a little, the luggage shrank quickly, and then put it in his pocket, “Thank you, if you like it, you can live longer. There is only I live with Toby, sometimes it's too deserted."

　　 "Toby?"

　　 "Our house elf."

　　 "What about your parents? Don't they live with you?" Qiu Zhang asked curiously.

　　 Mo Wen suddenly lowered his head in silence, and said in a low voice: "My parents died when I was very young. I was raised by Toby."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know." Qiu Zhang suddenly covered her mouth. She really did not expect that the personable and kind Mo Wen at school would have such a miserable life experience. She originally looked towards Mo Wen. In addition to worship, there are a few more distressed gazes.

Mo Wen waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's been so long, and I'm used to it. Let's go to the castle first, and I will teach you to play later." Qiu Zhang’s little hand, Mo Wen, walked towards the castle, and Qiu Zhang’s face was reddish and did not object, but behind Mo Wen she did not see the slight smile at the corner of Mo Wen’s mouth. For the little girl, except Worship and compassion are also a means of strategy.

In the following days, the relationship between Mo Wen and Qiu Zhang can be said to be heating up sharply. The two practiced together every day and did homework together. From time to time, Mo Wen also took Qiu Zhang to visit nearby and played daily. Noisily, now the little girl has no resistance to Mo Wen’s cuddling, of course, further action Mo Wen has not done yet, after all, Qiu Zhang is only twelve years old now, and although his body has begun to develop, she still He hasn't grown up, Mo Wen is not so hungry yet, and the feeling of training little Lori is also good for him.

It’s a pity that good days are fleeting. In a blink of an eye, more than half of the vacation time has passed. After enjoying a sumptuous dinner that day, Mo Wen smiled and asked Qiu Zhang, “Autumn, I’m going to be right tomorrow. Go shopping in Jiaoxiang, do you want to go with me?"

　　Qiu·Zhang put down the spoon in his hand, suddenly feeling a little depressed, shook his head and said, "No, I have been here for a long time, and my parents have written to urge me to go back."

"Is that so?" Mo Wen shook his head and thought for a while and said: "Then you might as well go to Diagon Alley with me tomorrow. It will be more convenient to take you home there, and there may be unexpected surprises tomorrow. Not sure?"

　　 Looking at Mo Wen's mysterious smile, Qiu Zhang was taken aback, "What surprise?"

　　 Mo Wen did not answer this question, "You will know it when you go."

"mean!"

　　 In the end, Qiu Zhang promised Mo Wen to go to Diagon Alley together tomorrow, and Mo Wen fixed his eyes on the calendar on the wall: July 30.

　　 Harry had never felt that one day would be so happy and exciting. He never thought that he could become a wizard, although strange things often happened around him. He couldn't believe his eyes, thinking that all this was just an illusion that he couldn't bear the torture of his uncle's family, but the tall figure in front of him told himself that all of this was true, Hagrid, Hoglow. Here is the key keeper, he was rescued from the Dursley family on his birthday, and now he is taking himself to purchase his school supplies.

　　 "Harry, we're here," Hagrid stopped and said, "Broken Cauldron Bar. This is a very famous place."

　　 A dirty cramped bar, Harry would probably not have noticed Hagrid hadn't pointed it out. People passing by in a hurry don't even look at it. Their eyes only fell on a large bookstore on one side and a record shop on the other. They don't seem to see the broken cauldron bar at all. Harry had a strange feeling, it seemed that only he and Hagrid could see the bar. Before he could speak, Hagrid had already pushed him into the shop.

　　 As a famous place, it is too dark and dirty. Several old women were sitting in the corner of the room drinking sherry with small glasses, and one of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was chatting with a barkeeper who had almost stripped hair and looked like a walnut, and in a corner, a pair of young men were standing there whispering, not knowing what they were talking about. As soon as they entered the door, the chattering voice suddenly stopped. Everyone here seemed to know Hagrid, and they smiled and waved at him. The barkeeper picked up a cup and said, "According to the old rules, Hagrid?"

　　 "No, Tom, I'm working on Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the barkeeper on the shoulder with his giant palm, and almost didn't push him down. "My goodness," the bar owner said, looking at Harry carefully, "this is—could this be—" There was no sound in the broken cauldron bar. "Oh!" the barkeeper whispered, "Harry Potter—a great honor." He hurried out from behind the bar, ran towards Harry, grabbed his hand, tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back." Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone is watching him. The old woman who smoked the long pipe kept smoking, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com did not find that the pipe was extinguished at all. Hagrid kept laughing. Then the chairs crackled and Harry suddenly realized that he was shaking hands with the people in the Broken Cauldron.

　　 A pale young man walked over, his expression was very tense, one of his eyes was twitching. "Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid said, "Harry, Professor Quirrell is one of the teachers who teach you at Hogwarts." "Boys and Potter," Professor Quirrell stammered. Grabbing Harry's hand, "I am happy to see you that are unspeakable." "What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" "A defense against black, black, and black magic? "Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if he thought it better not to mention it. "You've used it—need it—you don't need to learn it, don't you, Mr. Bo-Bo-Porter?" He laughed nervously. "Are you ready to buy what you need? I want to buy a new book about vampires." It seemed to scare him when he thought of it.

The pair of young people in the corner was standing there. The little black-haired girl looked a little excited, looking up and down at the legendary savior, while the young man with gold and silver pupils was looking at the stuttering Professor Quirrell. Showing a playful look.

　　 "Hey, you knew if Harry came back today, how did you know?" Qiu Zhang gently stabbed Mo Wen, and asked curiously.

"Secret." Mo Wen smiled badly, so angry that Qiu Zhang pinched him twice, Mo Wen hurriedly avoided, and then grabbed Qiu Zhang's hand and smiled, "Let's fight with the savior. Say hello, maybe you can ask for Zhang's signature." After speaking, he pulled Qiu Zhang and walked over.