HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

James spent a pleasant day at the Evans' house, and he gained a deep understanding of how exciting it was to come to the Muggle world - a world that was different from the wizarding world.

At dusk, Mr. Potter Apparated to Evans' house as agreed with James in the morning. He tidied his clothes which were a little messy due to the quick transfer at the door, then raised his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically.

After knocking on the door, Flement Potter could have sworn he heard his troubled son let out a scream.

What, knocking on doors is offensive in Muggle land?

Although Frémont didn't know much about the situation, he knew James's personality very well. He just hoped that James would not cause any trouble for the Evanses.

At this moment, the door opened and it was James. He looked so familiar that he seemed to have become another little master in this family.

"Dad!" James shouted happily.

Frémont looked at his son and said, "Jaime, it's time for us to go home."

Then he turned to look at the Evans couple who followed behind him and asked apologetically, "James is sometimes quite lively and active. I hope he doesn't cause any trouble."

Because of the brief conversation they had on the platform before, and the additional chat this morning, the Evanses and Frémont no longer had the awkwardness they had when they first met.

After they smiled and briefly greeted each other, Mr. Evans laughed heartily, patted Frémont's shoulder gently and said, "Don't worry, Frémont. The children all had a great time today! And my wife especially likes James."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately lowered his voice and whispered in Frémont's ear: "My friend, Potter's shampoo is really good!"

Frémont nodded in understanding and gave him a knowing look to show his agreement.

He said, this gift is ten thousand times better than the biting gloves that James wanted to give before.

Then, Frémont also whispered to Mr. Evans carefully that Porter's shampoo would always be sold to them at a low price if necessary. In addition, there was a shampoo designed specifically for women - the best-selling one, which not only made hair smoother and silkier, but also had excellent anti-hair loss and hair growth effects.

Mr. Evans gazed at his new friend with gratitude, secretly feeling lucky. After all, nowadays, almost no one is not worried and troubled by his hair problem.

The children ignored the adults' conversation as they were now finishing up their unfinished battle in the living room.

James' wizard chess skills are not as good as Remus', but they are also among the best. He is fighting with Petunia.

The chess pieces under their hands kept expressing their opinions, thinking that the player was playing very badly, and were reluctant to move to the designated positions.

"Okay, sir." Penny was annoyed by the uncooperative chess piece. She just wanted to win against that annoying Potter. "So what do you think we should do?"

"Of course it is."

Petunia watched as her chess piece went where it was supposed to go, and then the poor Mr. Chessman was smashed to pieces during James' next turn.

"You lose." James said to Petunia triumphantly, "This is the tenth game."

Penny clenched her fists unwillingly. If anyone ever told her that chess pieces also had their own intelligence again, she would smash that person's head!

"Go ahead." Penny said coldly, "I'm willing to admit defeat. What do you want?"

Lily had a bad feeling, don't ask, it was really just a hunch.

Before she could open her mouth to stop him she heard her Gryffindor friend say, "Can I have the TV please?"

"Oh." Lily sighed again, and she knew it.

Just then, Frémont and the Evans couple arrived. Thank God, the adults ended their conversation in the corridor at the door, the Evans sisters thought thankfully.

Frémont showed a look of disapproval. Although he didn't know what television was, it didn't prevent him from guessing that it was James's request that was a bit excessive.

"My dear, you are so cute." Mrs. Evans showed her fond eyes again, "Lily said that there is no electricity in the wizarding world, but television needs electricity."

It's not that Mrs. Evans didn't want to agree, but in the wizarding world, the television is really a useless iron box.

Fleamon's eyes widened. He didn't expect that someone who doted on James more than him and Euphie appeared, even more exaggerated than Euphie. If Euphemia, who was being plotted, was here, she would definitely be disdainful and ridiculed. After all, Fleamon was not much better than her.

Lily looked at her mother in equal shock; she hadn't expected her mother to actually consider it seriously.

James lowered his head in disappointment, and his muffled voice came: "Then there's nothing I want, Petunia."

After saying that, he walked to the side of the TV under everyone's shocked gazes and touched the TV cover reluctantly, as if it was a cute pet.

The little witch from Gryffindor was a little dissatisfied. She didn't expect James to be so addicted to the joy of watching TV. But that's not the case. Who doesn't like watching TV? Besides, the wizarding world is so backward...

The little witch, who had walked up to James in a threatening manner and wanted to sober him up, hesitated. James tilted his head to look at Lily, who was a little angry just now. He didn't understand why she was looking at him with eyes full of apology and sympathy now.

The little witch changed her mind at the last second before she was about to speak to James, and said something that was enough to make James happy for a long time.

Even back at Potter Manor, even lying in bed, James couldn't forget.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you a TV, but if you can earn 200 points for the college next semester, I will give you a game console." The little witch blinked and showed a mysterious smile: "I swear, you will love it."

James was so excited that he couldn't sleep when he thought about such an attractive thing, especially since it was something he had never come into contact with before!

"Please, James," Euphemia's voice appeared outside his door. "You've been talking all night. Now please be quiet."

James, not realizing that he had made a loud noise in excitement, shrank his head into the quilt, pretending that he had fallen asleep and that the sound just now was just the meowing of a wild cat outside.

He had decided to tell all his good friends about this and would write at dawn tomorrow, hoping that his little owl would not strike again.