July 1992.
U.K.
Suburban Surrey.
The office of the director of a welfare institution.
Dean George said excitedly:
"Okay, great! I've said it a long time ago, Doug, you shouldn't stay here all the time. You should have made such a decision a long time ago!
Although I am very reluctant to part with you, I am still happy for you..."
Sitting opposite him was a young man in his twenties with chestnut-blond hair and a pair of dark green eyes that was truly unforgettable.
Douglas Holmes showed a bit of helplessness on his face and protested feebly:
"Dean, I've said it many times, please call me by my full name - Douglas. Just call me Doug, although it's very affectionate, but... it can easily be heard as barking a dog."
Dean George nodded repeatedly:
"Okay, Doug..."
Douglas was speechless for a moment, but then his face showed a bit of embarrassment.
After all, he initially promised the dean to teach for at least one year.
It’s only been four months now and I’m saying goodbye.
However, facing this former guardian, Douglas still said with great gratitude:
"Okay, you can call me whatever you like, but I still have to thank the dean for his understanding..."
Saying final farewell to the students in the welfare home.
The lanterns are already on the streets.
Avoid the traffic on the street.
Douglas ducked into a dark residential alley.
As he walked, he looked around.
When he was sure that no one was paying attention to him, the wand hidden in his sleeve quickly slipped to his hand.
Thinking about where he wanted to go, he activated the Apparition spell.
Accompanied by a "pop" sound like the explosion of flames, Douglas' figure suddenly twisted and rotated, and then disappeared from the place.
A dim corner of a small park in the northwest corner of Surrey.
Douglas' figure appeared out of thin air with the same popping sound.
I tidied my clothes a little.
Then he walked out as if nothing had happened and quickly blended into the crowd in the park.
Douglas had already placed a small-scale sound shielding spell and a Muggle expulsion spell on this Apparition location.
Therefore, he was not worried about suddenly appearing, being bumped into by a Muggle, or riding directly on a Muggle's face.
Since he just passed his seventeenth birthday in sixth grade, he has passed the test and obtained the Apparition License at the Apparition Testing Center, a subsidiary of the Department of Magical Transport of the British Ministry of Magic. He has since become qualified to legally Apparition and Apparition. .
Therefore, he was not driving without a license.
At the same time, because of his good relationship with the instructor of the Apparition class, Vicky Tycross.
With his private guidance, I learned the counter-spells of Apparition and Apparition.
And after graduation, he placed the counter-spell near the house left to him by his parents.
Just to prevent someone from breaking into the house suddenly.
After returning home, Douglas simply cooked two dishes for himself.
A person's life is so simple and unpretentious.
Even though he was born in Hufflepuff House, he is not good at living magic.
The main reason is that Douglas enjoys the feeling of cooking, of course, provided that he is only allowed to cook a small amount of food.
After dinner, he took out two thick parchment letters.
Although it is an item from the magical world, it still cannot resist the erosion of the magic of time.
On one of the envelopes, the ornate coat of arms has become dull.
"It has been twenty-one years since I traveled to this world.
Time flies so fast! "
Douglas sighed. In his past and present lives, he was already over fifty years old.
When he was 7 years old in this world, he discovered that he had awakened his powers because of a car accident.
But what made him sad was that his unexpected awakening of powers only protected him in a car accident.
And my parents in this life died in that car accident.
Because I was too young at the time, my parents didn’t have any close relatives.
People in the community thought about sending him to the homes of relatives with whom he was not very close.
However, those people said they were unwilling to be his guardians and take him in.
Douglas knew very well that in Britain without a guardian, it would be difficult for a child to move.
In the end, at his request, the community sent him to the George Orphanage in Surrey.
The house left to him by his parents was entrusted by Douglas to the care of his mother's cousin's house, Mr. and Mrs. Evans, in Cokeworth.
It so happened that one of her daughters married in Surrey and the other went to a boarding school far away.
So I come to Surrey to visit my eldest daughter every year for a certain amount of time.
Just have a place to live, the best of both worlds.
Unfortunately, when Douglas was nine years old, the Evanses also died unexpectedly.
Originally, he wanted to continue to entrust the house to the care of the Evans couple's eldest daughter, who also lives in Surrey.
When his parents were still alive, they took him to attend each other's wedding.
What's your name? Penny or Cousin Perry...
As a result, when he called, as soon as he said who he was, he was scolded by the other party.
Tell me what kind of disaster monster you are!
Not only did he bring disaster to his parents, he also brought disaster to her parents!
Douglas hung up the phone before the other party finished speaking.
Since then, I have never contacted that cousin again.
It was only then that he realized why after his parents had an accident,
Why are those relatives who are not far or near unwilling to be his guardians?
From then on, Douglas was at ease in the orphanage.
Carefully plan how to use your powers and become an excellent time traveler.
When the time comes, we must let them know what it means to be in Hedong in thirty years and in Hexi in thirty years. Don't bully the young man to have supernatural powers.
Until an owl landed in front of him from the sky and opened a letter claiming to be an admission letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He didn't know whether to be excited or speechless for a moment.
Excitedly, he found that he had arrived in the legendary world of Harry Potter.
What he was speechless about was that what he thought was a benefit for time travellers, superpowers, had not only become a mass commodity, but would also be subject to the supervision of the Ministry of Magic from now on.
I remembered how cautious I was when I first received the Hogwarts notification letter.
Douglas chuckled.
Then he picked up the second letter on the table. The coat of arms on it was still glorious and gorgeous. It was obvious that it had been received not long ago.
Although he had tried it several times, he couldn't help but take it out again and take a look.
I pray that something unexpected happens and the system that my account was inexplicably received after I graduated is activated.
[Dear Mr. Douglas Holmes:
Regarding your application for Defense Against the Dark Arts, our school has approved it. The Floo Network will connect your fireplace to the Vice-Principal's office at Hogwarts at 10 a.m. on July 5th (5 minutes). Please promptly Come for an interview.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]
Douglas shook off the letter and muttered dissatisfiedly:
"Still no response. It seems that it can only be activated after I am appointed by Hogwarts!"
Douglas rubbed his head,
What troubles him now is that he can't guarantee that he will be admitted.
Because if he remembered correctly, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in 1992 should have been a fellow con man named Lockhart.
Douglas touched his chin, looked at the letter in his hand again, and murmured to himself:
"How about collecting evidence yourself and exposing the other party's affairs in advance?"
After thinking about it, he finally decided to go for an interview first.
If the interview really fails, then send the competitor to Azkaban first.
As for whether it will change the original direction of the world...
Haha, the professors at Hogwarts also want to know what the wizarding world would be like without Douglas Holmes.
July 5th.
It's ten o'clock sharp.
Douglass stood in the fireplace, dressed in formal attire and holding a briefcase in one hand.
Then he sprinkled Floo powder at his feet with his other hand and shouted at the same time.
"Deputy Headmistress McGonagall's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Then, before Douglas could stand still, a serious voice came from his ears.
"Mr. Holmes, please clean up the smoke and dust on your body!"
Douglas used his free hand and flicked it to himself.
"Clean up!"
I saw Professor McGonagall sitting behind the desk, adjusting her square glasses, and praised her habitually:
"Oh, nice wandless spell casting. If you were still at Hogwarts, I would definitely give Hufflepuff ten points."
While Douglas responded humbly, he took out a prepared small gift from the modified briefcase and handed it over.
"It's an honor to hear your compliments again, Professor McGonagall. I hope I don't miss the interview.
These are some new desserts I made myself. You must not have..."
Seeing Professor McGonagall's suddenly wary eyes, Douglas suddenly choked.
He smiled awkwardly, and then quickly explained:
"Um! Don't worry, Professor, I assure you, there is absolutely no catnip in this, so you can eat it with confidence."
After Professor McGonagall heard Douglas's words, her expression changed slightly, and then quickly returned to her normal expression.
Facing this student who had shown extraordinary maturity and toss-up compared to her peers in school, her mood was somewhat complicated.
He glanced at the small gift that was squarely wrapped in parchment paper, covered with a square piece of red paper with the name of the snack, and finally tied with twine.
In Professor McGonagall's opinion, Douglas has always been very good in terms of etiquette, as long as he doesn't add any catnip to those small gifts...
Professor McGonagall nodded silently in her mind, and then said simply:
"Put it on the table first, and I'll take you to see Principal Dumbledore first!"
Then he led him to a stop in front of an extremely ugly and huge stone monster.
"Ice lemonade!"
After hearing the password, Douglas An'an complained that after so many years, the password in the principal's office is still so plain and simple... too easy to guess.
