In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen's first school year ended. It can be said that this year belonged to Ravenclaw. The Academy Cup and Quidditch Cup fell into their hands at the same time. At the end of the year, Dumbledore announced that Ravenclaw's lost crown was recovered for a thousand years, which made this joyful atmosphere reach its peak. Of course, the biggest winner is Mo Wen. His handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, good family background and a series of outstanding performances in the school made him called "His Royal Highness of Ravenclaw" and his reputation among students is even greater than that of this student union president.

Of course, all this is not in Mo Wen's mind. Now he is planning another thing.

"Modi, this is your castle. It's so big and beautiful." Qiu Zhang grew up in surprise and looked at the beautiful castle not far away, classical and elegant, and combined with the lakes and forests in front of it, forming a beautiful picture.

After staying home for a while, Qiu Zhang finally couldn't resist Quidditch's temptation and came to visit the castle of the Guris family at Mo Wen's invitation. Although she had already known Mo Wen's family background, the scene in front of her still surprised her.

Mo Wen took Qiu Zhang's luggage with a smile, took a magic wand, and quickly shrank it down, and then put it in his pocket. "Thank you, if you like it, you can live for a few more days. Only Toby and I live in such a big castle, sometimes it's too deserted."

"Toby?"

"Our house elf."

"What about your parents? Don't they live with you?" Qiu Zhang asked curiously.

Mo Wen suddenly lowered his head silently and said in a low voice: "My parents died when I was very young. I was raised by Toby."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know." Qiu Zhang covered her mouth all of a sudden. She really didn't expect that Mo Wen, who was elegant and kind in school, had such a miserable life experience. In addition to admiration, there was a little more heartache in her eyes when she looked at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing. It's nothing. It's been so long. I'm used to it. Let's go to the castle first. I'll teach you how to play ball later." As he said that, Mo Wen took Qiu Zhang's little hand and walked towards the castle. Qiu Zhang's face turned slightly red and did not object. However, behind Mo Wen, she did not see the smile on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. For the little girl, besides worship, sympathy is also a means of strategy.

In the following days, the relationship between Mo Wen and Qiu Zhang was greatly heated up. The two of them practiced football together every day and did their homework together. Mo Wen also pulled Qiu Zhang to visit nearby from time to time, playing and playing every day. Now the little girl hugged Mo Wen no longer resisted. Of course, Mo Wen had not done a further move. After all, Qiu Zhang is only twelve years old now. Although her figure has begun to develop, she still has not grown up. Mo Wen is not that hungry yet, and the feeling of training the little loli is also good for him.

Unfortunately, good days are fleeting, and half of the holiday has passed in a blink of an eye. After enjoying a sumptuous dinner that day, Mo Wen asked Qiu Zhang with a smile, "Qiu, tomorrow I will go to Diagon Alley to buy books. Do you want to go with me?"

Qiu Zhang put down the spoon in his hand, suddenly felt a little depressed, shook his head and said, "No, I have been here for a long time, and my parents have already sent me a letter to urge me to go back."

"Is this true?" Mo Wen shook his head and thought for a while and said, "Then you might as well go to Diagon Alley with me tomorrow. It is more convenient to send you home there, and there may be unexpected surprises tomorrow?"

Looking at Mo Wen showing that mysterious smile, Qiu Zhang was stunned, "What surprise?"

Mo Wen did not answer this, "You will know when you go."

"mean!"

Finally Qiu Zhang promised Mo Wen to go to Diagon Alley together tomorrow, while Mo Wen's eyes were staring at the calendar on the wall: July 30th.

Harry never felt so happy and exciting one day. He never thought that he could become a wizard. Although some strange things often happen around him. He could not believe his eyes, thinking that all this was just an hallucination caused by his unwillingness torture by his uncle's family. However, the tall figure in front of him told him that all this was true, Hagrid, Hogloz's key custodian, rescued from the Dursley family on his birthday, and now he is taking himself to purchase his own school supplies.

"Harry, we're here," Hagrid stopped, "Broken Cauldron Bar. This is a very famous place."

A dirty and narrow bar, Harry would probably not have noticed it if Heiger hadn't pointed it out. People in the hurry past didn't even look at it. Their eyes were only on a large bookstore on one side and a record store on the other side. They seemed to be unable to see the Burnt Cauldron Bar at all. Harry had a very strange feeling that only he and Heiger could see the bar. Before he could speak, Haiger pushed him into the store.

As a famous place, it is too dark and dirty. Several old ladies are sitting in the corner of the house holding a small glass of sherry, one of them smoking a long cigarette pipe. A little man in a topper was chatting with a bar owner with almost naked hair and a slapped like a walnut. In one corner, a pair of young people were standing there whispering, not knowing what they were talking about. As soon as they entered the door, the chattering sound suddenly stopped. It seemed that everyone knew Hagrid here, and they smiled at him and waved. The bar owner picked up a cup and said, "According to the old rules, Hagrid?"

"No, Tom, I'm doing business for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the bar owner's shoulder with his huge palm, almost pressing him down. "My God," the bar owner looked at Harry carefully and said, "This is - this is -" The broken pot bar suddenly became silent. "Oh!" The bar owner whispered, "Harry Potter - the honor is so great." He quickly came out from behind the bar, ran towards Harry, grabbed his hand, and burst into tears. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome you back." Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was watching him. The old woman who smoked long cigarette pipes kept smoking, but she didn't notice that the pipe had gone out. Hagrid kept laughing. Then the chairs crackled, and Harry suddenly found that he had shaken hands with the people in the broken pot bar one by one.

A young man with a pale face came over, looking very nervous, and one of his eyes was twitching. "Professor Quirre!" Hagrid said, "Harry, Professor Quirrere is one of the teachers who teach you at Hogwarts." "Bobo," Professor Quirrere stuttered, grabbing Harry's hand, "I'm happy to see you that you can't say anything." "What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrerere?" "Defense and defense against black and black magic." Professor Quirrere said vaguely, as if he thought it would be better not to mention it. "You have used - don't need to learn this, right, Mr. Bobobo?" He laughed nervously. "You are going to buy what you need, right? I'm going to buy a new book about vampires, too." He seemed to be frightened by thinking about this.

The young man in the corner was standing there, the little girl with black hair seemed a little excited, looking up and down at the legendary savior, while the young man with gold and silver pupils was staring at Professor Quirrell who was stuttering, with a playful look in his eyes.

"Hey, you knew if Harry was back today, how did you know?" Qiu Zhang poked Mo Wen gently and asked with a curious look on his face.

"Secret." Mo Wen smiled badly, and Qiu Zhang pinched him twice. Mo Wen hurriedly avoided, then grabbed Qiu Zhang's hand and smiled, "Let's go and say hello to the savior, maybe you can ask Zhang for an autograph." After that, he pulled Qiu Zhang over.
Chapter completed!