The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Hey, brother, it's okay to tease, but it should be moderate?" Daniel blinked at the few people, clasped his hands together, and put on a please-please expression.

"Of course not—"

"After all, you're the best—"

"Slytherin!" The twins are like actors talking about double reeds, you say a word, and there will be a big ensemble at the end.

Originally, Mr. Weasley was helping Harry to slap the dirty soot on his body. Hearing the introduction of the twins, his attention was immediately diverted.

"Oh...you're a Muggle? That's great! I have something to ask you!" He leaned over enthusiastically, his bald head was as bright as his eyes.

Harry immediately looked at Daniel reflexively, after all, he was the first person who had experienced Mr. Weasley's inquiry.I have to say that Mr. Weasley is very reliable, and because he likes Muggle culture very much, he is very good at asking questions of breadth and depth. As a kid without a high school degree, Harry has been asked by him these days. became everyday.

If it's Daniel...at least two hours can last, right?

"Of course, Mr. Weasley." Daniel's expression was calm, and he took the time to give Harry a comforting look.

"Okay, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, "We're going to get the money!"

"Come right away! Jasmine!" Mr. Weasley immediately raised his head and replied, then quickly lowered his head and continued to ask Daniel: "So this plane, what does he rely on as power? Muggles don't have magic, how did they make it so Send heavy things to the sky?"

"Well, it's actually very simple. Like a vehicle, an airplane is driven by an engine to form an initial velocity. The unique streamlined wing of the airplane will cause the air flowing through the wing to form a pressure difference between the upper and lower sides, and it will It is decomposed into upward propulsion and backward resistance, and the plane takes off." Daniel spoke quickly, logically, and articulately, explaining the entire plane takeoff process in simple terms in less than a minute.

Harry saw the whole process of Mr. Weasley's eyes from curiosity → excitement → excitement → doubt → dazed → dull.

Harry silently looked at Daniel who turned around and walked into Gringotts to hide his achievements and fame...Daniel did it on purpose!Deliberately confusing Mr. Weasley with jargon that he didn't understand... It's really Daniel!

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After withdrawing the money, several people walked comfortably on the street, preparing to meet the Weasleys at Lihen Bookstore. They all wanted to buy books for the second grade.

They are far more than a few people who go to the bookstore.They were surprised to find a large group of people crowded outside the store, trying to get in.A large banner was pulled up upstairs:

Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography I'm Magical is for sale, 12:30-4:30pm today.

"I know him! We can see him face to face!" Hermione was about to jump up excitedly, and then she noticed the expressions of a group of boys around her, restrained her movements and coughed twice.

"Ahem, I mean, almost all the books on the list are written by him."

A large part of the crowd consisted of witches of Mrs. Weasley's age. They stretched out a winding line from the bookstore, and almost everyone flushed with excitement.

Mrs. Weasley's breathing was rapid and she kept patting her hair. "We'll see him soon..."

Lockhart was wearing a robe the same blue as the forget-me-not flower, which matched his blue eyes.The pointed wizard hat was playfully cocked on one side of his curly hair, and he was sitting at the autograph table with his eyes blinking and his dazzlingly white teeth shining.

A short, grumpy man and a formally dressed woman were holding a large black camera and bouncing back and forth to take pictures of him.Every time the flash flashes blindingly, puffs of purple smoke come out of the camera.

"Get out of the way," the short man yelled at Ron, stepping back to get a better angle. "This is for the Daily Prophet!"

"It's amazing." Ron complained a little unhappy.

"Ha! It's much more amazing than ordinary little wizards... oh, wait...?" The woman heard Ron's words, turned her head and made a habitual sarcasm, but suddenly saw the more obvious Da Da in the noisy crowd. neil.Before her brain could react, she raised the camera reflexively with both hands and took a picture of the boy with silver hair and golden pupils.

She had a vague premonition, maybe she captured the real famous news?

Gilderoy Lockhart heard it.He looked up, saw Ron, and then Harry.He stared at Harry for a moment, then jumped up and called out, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

"Ladies and gentlemen," cried Lockhart, waving to silence, "what an extraordinary moment this is! I would like to take advantage of this wonderful occasion to make a small announcement,"

"I'd give this book to young Harry for free on the spot!" There was another round of applause. "But he doesn't know," Lockhart went on, shaking Harry so that his glasses slid up his nose , "He will soon get something more valuable than my book "Magical Me"! In fact, he and his classmates will get a real, magical me."

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure and pride that I announce that this September, I will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

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Daniel doesn't really like the current feeling.

The surroundings were crowded and hot, and everyone surrounded the bookstore excitedly, clapping their hands spontaneously, and discussing something in whispers at the same time.

And the scorching heat, the glaring sun, and... some irritating bugs.

Daniel panted lightly, and then reached out to wipe off the sweat that oozed from his forehead.

He felt the dark breath again... It's just that it was too weak, and it was really impossible to find the real smell.

Daniel glanced unnoticed at Harry who was being shown in Lockhart's arms in a ignorant manner, felt his unusual temper and the noisy crowd around him, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief and go to the side to slowly , suddenly felt a dazzling light flashed on the left side, he squinted reflexively and looked over, but found nothing, so he continued to walk towards the shaded place next to him.

At the corner of the crowd and the street, a well-dressed woman was panting nervously with her back against the wall.

Her hands tightly hugged the camera on her chest, she paused, and tremblingly grasped the photos that were gradually being printed out from inside.

The crowd in the photo seemed to have heard some exciting news, and they all raised their hands and applauded in one direction. In the middle, there was a boy with short silver hair standing in the middle. Others are isolated.

He seemed to feel something, squinted his eyes and turned his head to look over.

The young man's expression was extremely indifferent, but those pair of flaming golden pupils were exceptionally beautiful, as if there was a shrinking storm inside, but his whole body seemed to be wrapped in eternal ice.Everyone who sees this photo will be attracted by those golden eyes, and will never be able to look away.

His eyes have the end of the world and are full of violent conflicting emotions.

People can't help but think of observing the gods in the world.

The author has something to say:

Reporter: Great photo!

Reader: My God, he must be a man with a lot of stories!

Daniel: Oh, the weather is so hot, I'm going to melt, I'm so irritable, I want to eat ice cream, when can I leave this damn place.

Daniel is on fire!Internet celebrity Daniel (sh)

Today I suddenly thought of a story about a male protagonist with a hermaphrodite x a naive batch of unpopular water column Tomioka Yoshiyuki hhhh (Ghost Slayer: Blade World)

Giyuu: Can you...can you breathe? (referring to breathing method)

Male protagonist: No way, no way, there won’t be any normal carbon-based organisms that can’t breathe, right? (refers to the normal human physiological activities of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide)

Yi Yong: Well, I will take you to kill ghosts.

Male protagonist:? ? ?Why is there a ghost in this world?I was careless and didn't flash.

For the time being, I only wrote about two or three simple small theatres, so I probably won’t be able to write the main text. It would be nice to write a collection of mentally handicapped short stories later, hahahahaha.