Spell Players at Hogwarts

Lynch still had a lot of regrets at this point in 1990.

Compared with the popularity of smartphones in later generations, when a major event occurs, it is really a shame not to take a short video to keep it as a souvenir.

Hmm... It shouldn't be difficult to go back to Principal Dumbledore and borrow a pensieve by yourself, right?

When the time comes, extract this memory and make it into a scrolling video, and then wait until you return to Hogwarts to make a Tmall store documentary. Then Cedric will definitely come out on top!

Everyone will die, but the time has not come...

Lin Qi snickered on the side, while Qiu lifted her little face from her mother's arms in shock.

I consider you a friend, but you want to be my uncle?

Sure enough, Lynch's evaluation of Cedric is extremely correct. The guys in the Badger Yard are basically boring...

"Ha, kid, you speak Mandarin pretty well." Qiu's father has an extraordinary bearing. As a wealthy Chinese businessman who can open up new opportunities in Dayang, Qiu's father seems to be very tolerant of the weird behaviors of wizards.

As for how to educate Qiu after returning home, as a traditional flower grower, Qiu should know that her mother will not let her play with fools?

"Nice to meet you, uncle." Lin Qi finally stopped laughing and walked up to greet Qiu's parents.

"You... a flower grower?" Father Qiu looked at Lin Qi doubtfully. His fluent Mandarin was much more authentic than his Hong Kong-flavored dialect.

"Ah, it used to be... maybe, I still have some talent in languages." Lynch smiled, and then chatted animatedly with a group of elders.

Mandarin, Cantonese, and Chinglish with strange word order, soon, a group of men were chatting enthusiastically together.

And this also made Qiu confused, so why did Lynch take on the role of translator in this?

However, there was no time to think about it. Within a few minutes, after the crowd thinned out, Cedric's old father and Lynch's family also noticed the heated situation here.

So three strange families came together.

"Ha, long time no see, Meadows."

Mr. Diggory said with some surprise, and Lynch also looked at his old mother in surprise.

So, the social circle of wizards is really too small, right?

"Digory, long time no see." Meadows paused slightly, but considering that the child was in school, Meadows was not too surprised.

"It's been such a long time, Meadows. I was very sorry when you resigned from the Ministry of Magic, but in a blink of an eye, your children have grown so big."

"I've heard Cedric mention your Lynch many times. Although he's not in Hufflepuff, it doesn't matter. As a senior, Cedric is also willing to help Lynch study, right?"

Mr. Diggory's laugh was hearty, and his dazzling look...

Cedric was first in his year last year and joined Hufflepuff's Quidditch team this year.

"My dad...that's it, don't take it off..." Cedric said matter-of-factly, his fair face flushed with confusion.

This can't be blamed on Cedric. No one else would be able to withstand such an old father who is crazy about children.

Five minutes later, with Mr. Digory's reluctant expression, the three families parted.

Mr. Diggory was fascinated by Meadows's mature and intellectual nature. It had been a long time since he had such a free-spirited Xuan'er. When children grow up, they tend to be shy. Why can't even his old father satisfy his little hobby?

And this also made John feel that something was wrong, but about the wizard... he seemed... still a little unable to talk about it?

It seems like... my home was robbed?

"An old classmate." Meadows said calmly.

John's driving hand shook and his lips trembled slightly, "I know."

Lynch: O_o?

For the first time, Lynch wondered if he should learn to apparate or something. This car... was a bit hot on the butt.

He went home quickly, and early the next morning, when Lynch woke up from the soft bed and looked at the snow-white ceiling, the days in the Ravenclaw lounge seemed to have really left for a while.

"If you don't come down, there will be no breakfast!"

Meadows' voice seemed very distant. After all, not everyone was Aunt Molly and could greet all the children from four or five floors away.

"Add one more fried egg, I'll be down right away!"

After hurriedly washing my face, the Christmas holidays came as scheduled, and the biggest change in my home was the pile of Christmas gifts in the living room.

As a young genius from Ravenclaw and a major promoter of the Academy Cup, yes, with a score difference of more than 200 points between Ravenclaw and other colleges, there is not even a single opponent for the Academy Cup this semester.

Of course, Lynch is very popular in Ravenclaw. Just because Lynch has a face that can be used to eat, chocolates account for the majority of the mountain of gifts.

For example, the Seven Little Golden Flowers from the same class, or the senior senior sisters from other colleges who have socialized with each other.

"Be careful, they don't have any good intentions." Meadows raised his eyebrows, and then randomly took out a few greeting cards, "Little witches at this age always don't know the importance. I remember when I was in school, someone would give Xiao Tian …”

Meadows opened his mouth, as if he touched some unspeakable name. His delicate brows frowned slightly, and there seemed to be stories written in his furrowed brows.

Lynch was a little curious, but looking at the way John buried his face in the newspaper, if he asked directly...

"At that time, someone put a love potion in their Christmas cards, which made that person look really embarrassed."

"Is it so dangerous?" Lynch paused and then looked at the greeting card stuffed in the chocolate box.

The largest box among them looked like a TV set at home, with Fulinda's name written on it.

Instinctively, Lynch was a little hesitant, but considering that they had been together for a long time, Fulinda should be... not so crazy?

Hesitated again and again.Lynch decided to take apart all the boxes. Of course, except for Flinda's, John did almost all the remaining chocolate boxes.

Looking at the three layers of chocolate spread on the coffee table, John nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that the girls at Hogwarts have good taste. You have a bit of my style. I think I was like this when I was in Eton Middle School. There were a few seniors who fought for me."

John said stiffly, and then looked at Meadows who was frying eggs.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that in the world of peacocks, all the bells and whistles are males.

But Meadows didn't take it seriously. Although John is her husband, as a mature witch, do you still expect John to have any secrets?

Legilimency is a good thing. Although Flinda doesn't use it often, before getting married, it seems... not too much to know about her husband's first half of his life, right?

boom!

As soon as Meadows put the plate on the table, it was obvious to the naked eye that John's way of unpacking the box became messy.

It was related to the internal conflict between the couple. Lynch rationally chose to stay out of the matter and eat melon in moderation to avoid getting a stomachache.

As a staunch health advocate since childhood, although Lynch does not pursue immortality, his reason still tells him not to seek death if he can live.

Isn’t it cool for him to open gifts?

Lynch continued to work hard, but considering that John was his good brother, Lynch still couldn't bear to raise his hand.

"Maybe we don't have to buy chocolate sauce this year and just melt them all later." Lynch said cheerfully, then poured out all the chocolates in Flinda's box, and then, in the box The black notebook at the bottom is revealed.

This shocked Lynch. Flinda's surname was not Malfoy either.

"The basic principles of making magic paintings?" Lynch looked at the opening title in surprise. Sure enough, the heritage of a pure-blood family was not something he could catch up with simply working hard.

As for the signed Lake...

"Meadows, do you know the Lake family?"

"The Lake family?" Meadows paused, "It seems to be the family that invented the magic painting, but there were not many people in their family 100 years ago. After all, magic paintings require training to be painted, and there is no fighting. Ability, their family has basically been divided.”

"Uh, is it so direct?"

"It can be more direct. Now their family seems to have gone to France. After all, the people there are more interested in painting. Why do you think of asking this?"

"I'm just studying something." Lynch quickly introduced his magic card game to Meadows, and then Meadows' eyes completed the transformation from surprise to an old mother's relief.

"My dear, you should have told me earlier." Meadows kissed Lynch on the forehead, "Although I want to make it easier for you at Hogwarts, but since you like it, then Gu The magic books in the Lingge vault should be able to provide you with some help."

"Magic book?" Lynch's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Of course." Meadows rubbed Lynch's head, "However, now is not the time to study. When I have time, I will ask those goblins to send it to you. After all... it is a bit much."

"Yes." Lynch nodded. Although Lynch was very touched by Meadows' happy education, magic was still more interesting.

Can you consider yourself experiencing the feeling of the second generation?

"It seems that our son is still a little genius." John smiled and tried to reach a reconciliation with Meadows, but Meadows just gouged out John's eyes.

Hey, there's play!

Putting Flinda's gifts aside for the time being, as a small pile picked out individually, Lynch still had many things to unpack.

Except for Flinda's, Hagrid was the largest among all the gifts. When he opened the box, he saw a solid rock cake filled with all kinds of candies, and next to it was a separate In the small package, a spiral horn also surprised Meadows.

Such a complete unicorn horn is priceless. Of course, this is also the reason why Lynch successfully hit Hagrid's G-spot.

A miniature dragon training farm, coupled with special light and shadow effects specially added by Lynch, Dumbledore must have been surprised when he saw the giant dragon hovering in the sky, right?

Dragons raid Hogwarts, one of each type?

Compared with the generosity of the rich Hagrid, Cedric's gift seems a bit... This bastard actually made a copy of the armor he wore on the first day of school, even the colorful traces of being hit by Peeves. All exactly the same.

This should be the joint work of Cedric and Peeves, but when he recalled his gift, the revised hardcover version of "Cihai" and the moving image of Peeves' half-body miserable body, Lynch's inner injustice seemed to be slightly relieved.

What Fred and George gave Lynch was a pile of magic cards they had personally revised and a shorthand quill.

Looking at the dazzling gold edges on the prop cards, it seems that the two brothers have understood the basic economic theory that limitation is the rule.

The shorthand quill was also slightly modified by the two of them. Every time a word was written, the shorthand quill would automatically change a color.

It seems that in the future of magic cards, Golden Legend may not be the end.

Prop card: Big shit egg! (Ultimate Rainbow Limited Edition?)

Lynch's gift in return was relatively unpretentious. After all, in 1990, game consoles had entered the field of vision of many players, and the Famicom was the best gift, although Lynch only gave them a controller.

Qiu gave Lynch a Christmas crystal ball. Inside the crystal ball, the falling snowflakes and the Santa Claus running around in trouble were very interesting. It would be perfect if the Santa Claus could reduce the number of car crashes.

Within a few minutes, the reindeer cart he was driving had overturned three times. Even so, he stood up and took a small bag and poured it into the reindeer's mouth.

After Lynch saw a series of Russian words on the base of the crystal ball, all his doubts became clear. Sure enough, the little girl's mind was more delicate.

In comparison, Lynch's return gift was a bit simple. He bought an eight-sided Han sword from Diagon Alley, and it also came with detailed instructions for flying the sword. Qiu was very greedy for this set.

And among all the gifts, the most precious was Dumbledore's gift in return.

It was a small silver ring that Lynch exchanged for three pairs of wool socks. On the surface of the ring, fine magic text formed a beautiful dark pattern.

This is a ring that has been casted with a traceless extension spell. Compared to the cloth bags circulating in the world, its internal space is even four times larger than your own suitcase.

Is this considered a benefit for the old man with white beard?

It's a pity that Dumbledore is not very good at brewing potions. Otherwise, it seems that the script in his hand can be changed.

What's the appeal of something like Voldemort that destroys a couple's relationship?

Wouldn't it be nice to break the sky and open up the harem?

Gee!

"My dear, aren't you done yet? Your breakfast is getting cold."

"Oh, right away, it'll be fine soon."