Wanjie: Starting from the Back Room

A bright moon hung in the sky late at night.

In a two-story villa at 4 Privet Drive, London, Harry lay on a small bed in the cupboard, looking at the wooden stairs above his head.

He was so excited about going to the zoo tomorrow that he couldn't sleep. His uncle and aunt rarely took him out for so many years.

From the shabby bed... maybe it can't even be called a bed, it's just a piece of wood forced into the cupboard. If he was taller, it would be impossible to lie flat on this "bed".

"Go to the toilet and come back to sleep quickly, otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow..."

Putting on the glasses on the small cabinet above his head, Harry Potter quietly opened the small door of the cupboard and walked out.

He didn't turn on the light, but walked towards the toilet with the faint moonlight outside the window, and opened the door when he came to the toilet door.

At this time, a bizarre world appeared in front of him.

The whole world seemed to be made up of blocks.

Trees made of blocks, animals made of blocks, houses made of blocks, and those block people who were gathering together and doing something unknown.

At this time, he saw a normal human being, who was standing in front of a group of block people, holding a green thing in his hand and shouting something he didn't know what it meant:

"I now have 10 emeralds in my hand, which certainly can't meet the needs of all of you, but I can now exchange emeralds for the ten villagers with the most energy values."

"Don't worry, I will definitely redeem your energy values, but my ability is limited after all, so I decided to exchange them for the first ten people with the most energy values ​​every day."

"Don't worry, as long as you work hard! We all have a bright future!!!"

Harry stared at the scene in front of him blankly, and then stepped carefully onto the ground of the [Main World].

"Is this a dream?"

Looking at the villagers who were cheering, Harry had no way to tell whether the scene in front of him was a dream or reality.

Yang Tao calculated the energy values ​​according to the various blocks handed in by the villagers, and the librarian stood aside and was responsible for recording the energy values ​​obtained by each villager.

There were not many villagers, so Yang Tao quickly selected ten villagers with the highest energy values, and handed them the [Emerald] with a solemn expression.

"Work hard, and when you have enough energy values, I will allocate a large area for you and build you a new house."

As for when the energy values ​​will be enough, that's up to him, but seeing the villagers' heart-wrenching expressions, Yang Tao felt that his skills in drawing big cakes had matured again.

"Who are you?"

Harry suddenly heard a soft and sticky voice beside him, which also brought him back to his senses, but he looked around and couldn't find the source of the voice.

"Ah, you are so rude, I... I'm down there!!"

Down there?

Harry lowered his head and saw a round, pink and tender strange creature standing at his feet. It looked a bit like a piglet of a few months old, but it didn't have a piglet's nose, and it had strange 'antennae' on its head.

"Ah? Are you talking?"

"Of course it's me. You haven't answered my question yet. Who are you and why did you come to my house?"

Harry squatted down and looked at Digomon in front of him. Not to mention children, even ordinary adults can't resist Digomon's cute appearance.

"Is this your home? I don't know how I got here. I just want to go to the bathroom..."

At the same time, Harry was still thinking that he must be dreaming, otherwise how could a talking pig appear.

But he didn't want to wake up now, after all, he was too lonely.

At this time, the pink special 'pig' stared at the pure black bean eyes and said: "What's your name? My name is Digomon."

"Harry, Harry Potter..."

As he said that, Harry wanted to reach out and touch Digomon's head... body?

But at this time, an adult male voice sounded from his side: "Harry Potter, if I were you, I would not touch strange creatures casually, especially Digomon."

The sharp teeth of Digomon will let you know the cruelty under the gentle appearance.

A pair of big hands picked up Digomon.

Harry looked up at the voice and saw Yang Tao, who had just talked to the cube people, standing next to him, looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, do you know me?"

"Hehe, I heard you introduce your name just now, but even if you didn't introduce it just now, I know your name."

With fluffy black hair, round-frame glasses on his face, and a slender body under ill-fitting pajamas, even if he didn'tLifting his hair to look at the lightning-shaped wound, Yang Tao could tell without asking that this was the famous Harry Potter.

Yang Tao looked at Harry's emerald green eyes, and his heart was filled with emotion. He really didn't expect Harry Potter to come to the [Main World].

After all, Harry is only ten years old and almost eleven years old now.

He thought that after upgrading the [Main World] and giving it to this group of "mentally retarded" villagers, there would be no new world connected to it. Unexpectedly, there was a delay. It took two days to send people here.

"Welcome to the Main World, Harry Potter."

"Main World? What a magical dream..."

Harry whispered softly. Yang Tao laughed and said, "Harry, this is not a dream. This is my world."

"Not a dream?"

"If you don't believe it, you can pinch yourself hard."

Harry reached out and pinched his arm hard. The severe pain made him wake up completely, and he exclaimed.

"You don't have to use so much force."

"Sir, did you bring me here? Can I go back? I have to go to the zoo tomorrow."

Zoo?

Yang Tao looked at Harry's appearance and knew from the zoo that this was the night before the plot began.

"Of course, you can go back to where you came from by passing through the wooden door behind you."

"But, Harry, do you want to be my magic consultant?"

The magic in the Harry Potter world is really not very expressive. One spell can't even destroy Hogwarts. (Laughs)

There are no meteorites, doomsday judgment, earthquakes, black holes, super-dimensional slashes, or undead disasters.

But the core power of some spells can be said to be very abnormal. It is more like directly mobilizing the power of rules.

But...

The slow trajectory and obvious color are its weaknesses, and the wand... wandless casting and silent casting are the standard configuration of wizards.

Before you took out your wand, my AR-15 had already fired a round of bullets.

Reality is not a cartoon. Who will give you time to finish your spell?