Harry Potter Reborn

1969.

In an ordinary house in Japan.

A middle-aged man was biting a pencil and thinking hard.

His name is Fujiko F. Fujio, and he is an ordinary cartoonist.

Today is the deadline, but he hasn't finished drawing his manuscript yet.

Just when he was a little irritable.

A small tabby cat suddenly broke into his home.

Fujio had never seen such an intelligent cat. It stood there, staring at Fujio with its clean eyes, and was not afraid of him.

Fujio couldn't help but play with the kitten. He teased the kitten and tickled it.

I even forgot about work for a while.

My whole body felt relaxed, I forgot all the stress in my heart, and I was immersed in the pleasure of petting the cat wholeheartedly.

An ancient saying goes: It feels good to pet a cat for a while, and it will always feel good to pet a cat all the time.

Another old saying goes: As long as I masturbate fast enough, worries will not be able to catch up with me.

Fujio suddenly noticed a small bag hanging around the kitten's neck.

Maybe there is a cat tag inside, with its name and address written on it. Fujio thought this way.

So he took off the small bag and reached for the contents.

The kitten on the ground was completely attracted by a cat-catching stick in Fujio's home, its IQ dropped to zero, and it did not resist Fujio at all.

Fujio took out something and was so frightened that he leaned back.

He originally thought he should take out a small wooden sign, but instead he took out a door, a door two meters high.

He had never seen a wooden door that looked like anything before. It was carved with intricate patterns. This door was like a work of art.

There were words printed around the door frame that he couldn't understand, which were somewhat similar to Latin.

He felt that he was dreaming, otherwise how could such an unrealistic thing happen.

Fujio continued digging and took out another blanket several meters long. He spread it out and found that the blanket was floating.

Fujio believed that he was dreaming, but he became curious and wanted to see what else he could take out of this pocket.

So he dug, dug, dug, dug...

Soon, the whole room was filled with miscellaneous strange things, and there was no room to even stand.

Fujio's head was dizzy, and he had to give up and continue doing this, otherwise he would really not be able to stand.

He looked at the door standing in the middle of the room and wanted to open it by some strange coincidence.

He laughed at his own thoughts in his mind. Isn't this just a door frame? If you open it, you will only see other things blocked by the wooden door.

But he couldn't help but put his hand on the doorknob.

He twisted slowly...

Squeak...

The door opened.

Fujio stared at the scene inside with wide eyes. What was behind the door was not what he thought, but another world.

There was a house inside, as dark as a basement.

A strange man, wearing a black robe and a pointed hat, holding a long chopstick in his hand, was talking to the bottles in front of him, waving the chopstick from time to time.

The chopsticks emitted a little light and fell into the Erlenmeyer flask, test tube, and flask.

The people inside noticed that someone was looking at him again and turned around.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other.

The man in the black robe seemed more shocked than Fujio.

He said: "How did you get into my house?"

It's just that he was distracted, like the bottle he was doing a chemical experiment with, and a puff of red smoke popped out, indicating failure.

The man in black robe was a little annoyed, but he was used to it.

Fujio was even more annoyed: "This is my dream, how did you break in?"

The man in the black robe saw the kitten rolling around behind Fujio and understood.

Without saying a word, he walked towards Fujio and walked out of the door.

Fujio was startled and wondered why he hadn't woken up yet. This dream was so real and weird.

The man in black robe grabbed the kitten. The kitten did not dare to move. It knew that it had made a mistake.

The man in black robes knocked the little kitten on the head and muttered: "If you let you run around in the Muggle world, if people from the Ministry of Magic find out about this, they will cause trouble for me again."

Fujio felt brave and asked: "Who are you?"

The man in the black robe held the chopstick in his hand and waved it at the objects in the room, causing everything to float up.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Fly into that pocket on the cat's neck.

The house became spacious again.

Fujio was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The man in black robe said: "I am a magician. Anyway, if I tell you, you will forget it after a while."

What will be forgotten?

Fujio didn't know what he meant by this and was about to ask in detail.

He saw a man in black robe pointing at him with chopsticks.

"Forgotten dreams!"

A blue light flashed.

Fujio collapsed to the ground.

After checking that nothing was missing, the man in black robe finally stuffed the door into his pocket.

"Apparition."

"Pop." There was an explosion.

Everything is restored to its original state.

…

Sunset in the west.

Golden light shone on Fujio, and he opened his eyes blankly.

He thought of something, jumped up suddenly, and looked around.

"call……"

Sure enough, there was no mess.

It is indeed a dream.

Fujio patted his head: "I actually dreamed about a cat. It has a pocket on its body, and everything can be taken out from there. It's really strange..."

Fujio looked at the beautiful sunset and smiled slightly.

Then……

"ah!!!!!"

“It’s already evening!!!”

“I haven’t submitted the manuscript yet!!!!”

…

At night, Fujio dragged his sore arm and finally handed the manuscript to the damn editor.

That dream about cats came to mind again.

Fujio's eyes were hazy, and an idea became clear in his mind.

When he came back to his senses, he found that there was an image of Fat Blue with a very unrestrained smile on his drawing paper.

There is a big pocket on the belly.

Fujio had a flash of inspiration.

A series of new stories took shape.

"Just call you..." He wrote heavily on the paper.

"Doraemon!"

…