The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 2 Melda Estes Corris
The world composed of water mist, the time came to August 1991.

"Expello Arma!!!"

A young voice echoed throughout the valley of Franche. It was a fine-looking boy, and he was practicing the Disarming Charm.

His actions are standard, and even the strictest spell master can't take anything from him.

However, judging from the casting results, it was clearly a failed attempt.

After Melda uttered the Disarming Curse clearly and standardly, the front part of the wand in his hand was only slightly glowing red, other than that, it had no other effect at all.

"Hey." Such a result didn't hurt Melda, because this was his best time in half a month.

Perhaps at the beginning, he was really hit hard.But now all he can do is passively accept.

After a sigh, the boy silently put away his wand, and walked down the mountain alone.

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As the surroundings once again turned into ink paintings, the scene in front of Melda's eyes suddenly changed.It seemed that something unknown was stirring constantly, causing the scenery in front of him to change again and again.

For a while he seemed to be in London, and for a while he seemed to be in Diagon Alley.

For a moment, he seemed to hear an old voice in his ears, it was a hoarse voice full of magic.

"Try this one, sycamore wood, unicorn hair core, thirteen and one-half long."

But just when he was about to reach out to touch, the surrounding scene suddenly faded away, as if it had never appeared before.

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"Hi, hello, have you ever seen a toad?"

"Neville's toad is missing."

It was a girl with brown eyes, her signature shaggy hair the same color as her eyes, making her identity obvious.

"No, I didn't see it."

Melda replied without raising his head, his mind is in a mess right now.It was as if someone had forced another person's memory into his brain.

"Oh, really?"

The little witch looked suspiciously at Melda, whose face was a little pale, then turned and left.

As for Melda here, he didn't say he was aware of what happened just now, he just replied subconsciously.

He is not in a good state at the moment.A large number of memories are constantly impacting his consciousness. The feeling is not painful, but the taste is not pleasant at all.Like severe motion sickness.

He had to close his eyes and keep sorting out his complicated memories.

First: what's his name?

Melda Estes Acra Koris.

and then?
pure blood.Single parent, living alone, the only family member is grandpa.No magical talent, almost a squib.Born in England, lived in London until the age of seven, before moving to France.

At the age of 11, he received admission letters from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.In the end he chose Hogwarts.

"Tsk tsk."

Melda, who put in a lot of effort, finally cleared her memory slowly.From memory, it is not difficult to see that this is an ordinary guy, belonging to the kind of existence whose name does not even appear in the original work.

"Oh! My God! Look!"

A few exclamations from the little wizard woke Melda up. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already put on his robe without knowing when.

And he was standing beside a black lake at this time.

"She's bigger than I thought."

On the other side of the lake, on the high hillside stands a majestic and magnificent castle.It was far bigger than what was shown in the movie, and Melda watched excitedly along with the little wizards beside him.

"There can be no more than four people in each boat!" Hagrid, who was three meters tall, sent the children on the shore to the boat one by one as if protecting a little chicken.

Melda also boarded a small boat, but he didn't know any of the other three little wizards.

It seems that they also belong to the role of passers-by just like himself, but the role of passers-by is good, at least not in his current state, he should talk less with other people.

A ship with magic power does not need oars, it can fly with the wind.

This is magic, it was the first time Melda saw such a miraculous scene, and Melda couldn't help but become active.

Find a battleship in the future and cast a spell on it, good guy, when you go out, you will be a battleship riding on your face, with a caliber of justice.

Hmph, look at little Voldemort again, it's ridiculous.

The age of adults has changed!

Another example is that apparition is space magic. If you think of a way to install it directly on the space shuttle, can it be used as a curvature engine?
And the Philosopher's Stone, can it be used as fuel for nuclear fusion?
What other traceless stretching spell is simply a plug-in level thing, it seems to be able to grow infinitely, so can it be nested?

If it is possible, then why not put the entire wizarding world into a box with an ecological cycle system, wouldn't the problem of secrecy law be solved?
Wait, I found Huadian.Putting the item casted by the infinite extension spell into the item casted by the infinite extension spell, isn't this a nesting doll?
Layers of nesting dolls, good guy.Is it possible to directly create a multiverse?

Thinking of this, Melda suddenly became excited.

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"Spells have been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts, A School History." Hermione whispered to the little wizard next to her.Then he turned his head and looked at Melda who was following behind him with a complicated expression.

This guy.

She couldn't be more aware of that dull look, it's the look of a guy with an empty head.

But this guy is obviously not, that guy is just simply distracted.

oh!My God, it is unforgivable that someone would be distracted in such a magnificent castle.

Of course, the more important thing is that this guy has hit himself several times.

What a nasty guy.

But
Hermione stared at the petite and cute girl with a little jealousy in her eyes.

Why is she so cute!

As the first-year freshmen slowly walked into the center of the auditorium, the Hogwarts traditional project sorting ceremony officially began.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Melda Corris"

Professor McGonagall, holding a roll of parchment.I looked around and waited for a long time, but no one responded.

"Melda Corris.

Seeing that no one responded, Professor McGonagall could only frowned and read aloud again.

"Melda Corris, does anyone know where Melda Corris is?"

"Who is it?"

"It's not lost!"

Following Professor McGonagall's inquiry, the rest of the freshmen chatted immediately.Even the senior students on the side stretched their necks, looking for the figure of a little wizard.

"You're not really lost, are you?"

(End of this chapter)