Ding Allen silently put down the "Memorabilia of Magic in the Past 100 Years" in his hand. He didn't know whether to lament that he had come to a world of war, or to rejoice that he had the opportunity to learn magic.
That's right, Allen wasn't a native of England, but a Chinese who had transmigrated to Harry Potter's world.
Ding Allen, male, was born in a wealthy family in a fourth-tier city in 1987. His learning ability was strong, but because he was playful since he was young, his grades were neither good nor bad. In his third year of high school, he worked hard for a year and set the record for the fastest progress in the history of the school, jumping from the top 100 to the top 30. He was admitted to the mathematics school of a national key normal university. After graduation, he also smoothly became a high school mathematics teacher with an iron rice bowl. In his seventh year of teaching, relying on his smart talent and seven years of experience, he summed up his learning method, causing the final results of the third-year underwear class to far surpass the parallel class in the college entrance examination, almost tying with the sharp knife class.
Allen's brilliant life stopped on the road to buying a house. Driving the Toyota Corolla that his parents sponsored in his first year of work, he hummed a little tune. Even the explosive music couldn't express the surging emotions in his heart at this moment. The wind and snow outside couldn't stop the heat of the house that was about to be built. Unexpectedly, sitting in the car with the door closed, disaster came from the sky. A huge mud truck suddenly crossed from the left and rode on Allen's silver Corolla. Under the intense pain, Allen lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, Allen was a fifth-grade elementary school student in Easton Public School.
Allen should really be glad that when the school and the bank cooperated to apply for the Honorable Teacher Card, he went with the crowd to apply for personal accident insurance, and the beneficiaries were his parents. He should really be glad that Allen had a brother from the same mother, so that when his parents were in pain, they wouldn't be left without someone to rely on. He should really be glad that he still had a chance to continue living!
The past was gone with the wind, so he should focus on the present. The fifth grade student that Ding Allen transmigrated into was also called Allen, but his name was Allen Harris, Allen Harris.
The original Allen was very unlucky. He actually fell head first in the long jump competition of the school sports meet. The teachers and students at school were also confused. They couldn't understand how Allen could jump so far and even jump over the sandpit and fall directly to the ground. They also couldn't understand why Allen was fine after a short dizziness. Little did they know that this child's soul had been replaced in a short period of time.
Allen returned home in a daze and spent some time in a daze. Fortunately, his parents in this world thought that he was embarrassed because he had hurt his head, so they didn't pay too much attention to his abnormality. After all, there were still so many things to do and so many children to take care of …
"Allen, come down and eat!" The loud and clear voice shook the walls. Allen put down the book, hid the shock in his heart, and cheered for himself. "Come on, a teacher who is not a pretender is not a good actor. You must keep your disguise."
With the creaking sound of the stairs, the loud voice sounded again. "Allen, go wash your hands, your father should be back soon." Allen's father, Owen Harris, worked in the "Magical Accidents and Disasters Department" of the Ministry of Magic. The Disaster Department was divided into three departments, namely: the Reversal of Accidents Team, the Memory Cancellation Command, and the Muggle Adjustment Committee. Owen had always wanted to go to the Memory Cancellation Command. He thought that he was especially good at forgetting magic. But the reality was that he was in the "Muggle Adjustment Committee." He didn't think that his eloquence could successfully persuade the Muggle to accept their incredible magic accidents, such as the incident where Sirius blew up an entire street eight years ago. In the long run, Owen's use of the Forgetting Charm became more and more proficient, but every time he used the charm, he had to write a report to the Memory Cancellation Command to explain it, which also gave him a headache.
"I'm back. The weather is terrible. We had to explain to an old Muggle woman in a snowstorm why her new teapot suddenly jumped up and tap-danced when she boiled water, and the water spilled everywhere. Oh … Thank you, Daisy. "Owen took the big brush from his eldest daughter, Daisy, and patted the snow off his body. "I need to talk to Arthur again. I think he should be able to take over this matter. He must want to catch Mundungus more than I do. A wizard reported that he was on the street where the incident happened. "
"Owen, have some hot tea." Mrs. Harris directed her wand, and a cup of hot black tea fell on the dining table with the sound of the wand. As a staff member at St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, it was obvious that Mrs. Harris's magic was excellent, even though she only worked in the waiting room.
"Mom, you don't have to be so loud when you ask Allen to come downstairs for dinner!" The second son, Lunn Charles, knocked the parchment in his hand on the table with dissatisfaction. Lunn was currently studying in the sixth grade of Hogwarts, and was preparing for the seventh grade's Nth Ultimate Wizard Level Exam.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. It's a habit in the hospital. I don't know how to use magic when I ask people to come." The fat witch shook her golden hair and said gently to her most satisfied son. "Allen, wash your hands first!" Turning her head, Mrs. Harris glanced at Allen, who was already sitting in a chair.
Not daring to argue, Allen immediately ran to the sink and turned on the tap. Suddenly, a harsh voice rang in his ears, "Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy!" Looking up, Allen found that it was the mirror on the wall that was screaming. Allen desperately smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and thought in a trance, "Maybe the magic mirror is the standard for ordinary families in the magic world!"
When he returned to his seat, the family of seven had already sat down, which was not common at this table. "Thanks to Christmas, we can have a family reunion today. What a joy!" Mr. Harris raised his glass and said kindly.
The eldest son, Albert, also raised his glass and clinked it with his father. He was the only one of the younger generation who could drink. Albert was currently an intern in the "Aura Command" of the Ministry of Magic. He was very calm and reliable.
The second son, Lunn, took a sip of the Sea Buckthorn juice seriously, as if he was tasting the best red wine.
The eldest sister, Daisy, looked at the little sister, Emily, with a smile. The little sister, who was only five years old, was greedily looking at the fat roast chicken on the table.
"What a loving family." Allen was happy that he could live in such a family. He was ranked fourth in the family. He was not as valued as his eldest brother and eldest sister, nor was he as doted on by the whole family as his younger sister, Emily. He was also different from his second brother, who was serious about everything and wanted to show that he was important. Allen was usually very low-key, neither naughty nor intelligent. He was ordinary and was a very good listener. This was also an important reason why Allen's identity was still stable.
"Tomorrow we'll go to Diagon Alley to replenish some daily necessities," Mrs. Harris said.
The second brother, Lunn, immediately stopped eating. "Mom, I need to replenish a crucible and some magic potions."
"Lunn, your crucible exploded?" Mrs. Harris looked at her second son, who had always been an excellent person, in disbelief.
Lunn pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
"Mom, Lunn secretly concocted a seventh-grade magic potion and his crucible exploded. He was criticized by Professor Snape." Daisy couldn't help complaining to her mother. Lune furrowed his eyebrows.
"I'm done eating!" Allen interrupted his mother's outburst.
"Allen, please don't go. Today is a day of reunion. It's not easy for us to get together. Why don't we talk about happy things? For example, what's your New Year's wish?" Mr. Harris hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
Daisy looked at her father with interest. Mrs. Harris raised her eyebrows and cut up the red sausage for her younger daughter. The younger sister, Emily, stuffed her mouth full of red sausage and ate happily. She didn't notice this little drama at all.
"I hope that I can pass the Aura test in the New Year." The eldest brother, Albert, was the first to respond to his father's call.
"I hope that I can have a decent robe before work." Daisy didn't want to be left behind.
"I hope that I can have a doll that can talk, sing, and sleep." Emily followed.
"My dear, your wishes will come true. Lunn, what about you? "Mr. Harris asked gently.
"Without a doubt, he wants to pass N. Daisy with full honors," Mrs. Harris said first.
"No, my wish is to pass N. E. W. Ts with full honors and enter the Ministry of Magic." Lunn refuted his sister.
"Then Allen, what about you?" Dad looked at Allen.
"His wish is to fly higher in the long jump, hahaha …" The sixteen-year-old boy couldn't help but joke about his younger brother.
"No, Allen, Mom wants you to be safe." Mrs. Harris hurriedly comforted him.
"I know, Mom. I want everyone to be safe and successful." Allen's heart was warm. He felt that Allen wasn't neglected. He was just too sensible.
After dinner, Allen lay in bed and thought in a daze. The future devil king can do whatever he wants. Isn't there still a savior? I want to increase my strength so that I can protect my family in the future turmoil.
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