Melee wizards at Hogwarts

1991 Spider End, London, 219

"My dear Mr. Parsifal Williams! Please take a moment to explain to me why today's breakfast is still polenta? I am still in the development period and need fat and sufficient protein. !”

In the living room, a brown-haired boy held his head in a desperate gesture and complained to the blond boy who was operating a pan in the kitchen.

"Dear Mr. Andy Williams! Please remember the £37 left in the market two days ago because of someone's carelessness before you complain about today's breakfast. Thanks to that person, we can spend this week on We only have £8 left to spend on food."

Hearing Andy's complaint, the eleven-year-old Parsifal didn't even turn his head and spoke lightly.

Andy is his younger brother, two years younger than him. Although he is not related by blood, like him, he is an orphan adopted by George Sr.

Three years ago, his adoptive father George Sr. suddenly passed away due to a heart attack, leaving the brothers this small two-story house in Spider End Lane.

"Besides, there is nothing wrong with corn. You know, the leaders of the largest countries in the world have vigorously promoted the greatness of this crop nationwide."

Parsifal added as he skillfully flipped the eggs in the pan in his hand.

The spiciness of black pepper brought by a little bacon fat is paired with the salty aroma of bacon, and the light aroma is exuded. Even though it exudes a poor color, from a production point of view, it is quite exquisite. .

"Okay. So at least make some more potatoes? Polenta, tortillas, boiled corn, I feel like I've been exploring countless possibilities for cooking corn these past few days."

Andy lowered his voice as he felt hurt. Every week, Parsifal discusses household expenses with Andy.

Andy knew very well how hard it was for his brother, who was not much older than him, to earn enough money for two people to live every day.

"Of course we can do some potatoes, but every stick of corn you eat now means you've gained 37 pounds out of the 02 pounds lost."

Parsifal said, casually taking the plate beside him and pouring the fried eggs out of the pan.

"But out of respect for teenagers in heat, I'll give you this omelette."

Placing the plate in front of Andy, Parsifal sat across from him, picked up the polenta in his bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

If he had the choice, he didn't want to try a hundred ways of making corn himself, but two days ago Andy helped take care of the stall owner who suddenly fainted in the vegetable market, and a basket of corn was given as a thank you gift.

Although the wallet was also lost due to confusion at that time.

"Growing period! That's the growing period! Are you going to work for Mr. Parker today? Do you want to take a day off? I'll do it for you."

Andy took the omelette, split it in the middle with a table knife, then stuffed the smaller half into his mouth, chewing and talking vaguely.

"No, you're still too young to do it."

Parsifal rubbed Andy's short brown hair, took the plate, cut off about a quarter of the egg white, picked it up with a fork, sniffed the aroma and stuffed it into his mouth. The experience of living together for five years told him that if he didn't eat it, Andy would rather leave the fried eggs to spoil than touch them again.

Since the old George who adopted them passed away three years ago, their two and a half-year-old boys have been dependent on each other.

"Really, damn fate."

"After these few months, I mortgaged my house and speculated in rubles. Although I didn't have much capital, at least I earned enough to support my two children."

Parsifal thought to himself, recalling the life of abundant food and clothing when he was on the "other side", and nostalgia arose spontaneously. However, he still restrained his desire to finish the remaining omelette, stood up, and prepared to pack his things.

He never told anyone, not even the old George who adopted him, that he was a time traveler from the earth more than twenty years later.

However, having traveled through time and became a child, he was obviously extremely confused about this situation.

——He doesn’t pay attention to football and can’t get rich from the World Cup.

——He doesn’t understand modern technology, not to mention that he can’t do anything with his status as a child.

——As for being a prophet, a psychic, or a copywriter, these things are completely unreliable.

He knew very well that OG won the championship in TI9. However, at this time, even home computers were far from popular. There was undoubtedly only one person in the world who understood the concept of a small black person jumping to a big one.

But Parsifal remembered that one of the knowledge points taught by his high school history teacher was that the Soviet Union collapsed in December 1991, which was still a few months away from today.

Although he couldn't remember the specific time it happened, there were many signs that the building was about to collapse.

If the historical nodes are consistent, he doesn't mind taking a little risk.

"After you have some money, you can try to operate stocks. At least you can operate a familiar company name and send Andy to a reliable high school."

For several years, Parsifal has been planning his future path and quietly waiting for this day to arrive.

"Seriously, Patsy, buy some meat today, chicken too. I'll make my money on the weekends by helping out."

Andy swallowed the cold omelette on the plate and said to Parsifal.

"Okay, I'll think about it, if business is good today..."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Just when Parsifal was about to answer Andy, there was suddenly some strange noise coming from the window, and he turned his head to look.

"Andy, maybe we can eat meat tonight. You know? There is a Scottish round-faced chicken that tastes really good."

After a while, Parsifal turned back and spoke to Andy seriously. But for some reason, Andy always felt that his face looked a little weird.

But frankly speaking, Parsifal can't be blamed for this.

Because outside the window, a snow-white owl was sitting obediently on the window frame, looking into the house with its big pupils.

On its right paw, there is a light yellow envelope made of thick parchment paper. On the envelope paper, a very exquisite heraldry in the shape of a shield is drawn.

A golden lion on a red background, a brass eagle on a blue background, a black badger on a yellow background, and a silver viper on a green background surround a capital letter h.

-That's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

At this moment, Parsifal suddenly felt that he needed to make a very important revision to his future plan, because the way his time travel seemed to have changed.

No one had told him that this was actually the world of Harry Potter.