A shape-shifting troublemaker.

This reminded Harry of shapeshifters, a humanoid race that can become like anyone, and can even simulate the thoughts, voices, and expertise of the shapeshifter.

Gryffindor is really interesting.

Harry didn't think too deeply about this. He asked, "Mr. Hagrid, do you know the blacksmith?"

"I'm sorry, little Harry, I don't know him." Hagrid shook his head in embarrassment. He was a little ashamed that he couldn't help. He quickly added, "But Professor Flitwick, your future Charms class

Professor, he has some fairy blood, maybe he will know a master blacksmith."

Harry nodded.

"Why...why do you want to fight a sword?" Halfway through, Hagrid hesitated, then gritted his teeth and asked.

Harry's face was expressionless: "When I was buying clothes just now, Mrs. Malkin said that Gryffindor is a wizard with a long sword. I think I can become that kind of wizard."

Hagrid became excited: "Oh, yes!"

"Harry, you are indeed a born Gryffindor."

Harry stretched out his hand and touched the wall. It was solid and it was not a false illusion.

For more than a month, Harry stayed with the Dursleys - he actually wanted to leave and find another place to live, but the Dursleys didn't like him.

Harry added silently in his mind.

Harry took out his wand and waved it lightly, and the luggage automatically flew to the corner.

Master Vesemir lived for more than two hundred and almost three hundred years, but he still looked like a middle-aged man, at least he looked younger than Uncle Vernon.

Hogwarts may not be a peaceful place.

Harry took a deep breath and opened his senses.

Magic is everywhere in this world.

Harry named the owl Hedwig, a name he found out from the history of magic - she was a great witch who protected young wizards during that dark era of witch hunting and taught them to prevent

They become obscurities.

Drink the milk in a big gulp.

"Which platform is it?" Fenon asked again.

"I learned it by reading books myself," Harry said concisely.

This is the entrance.

The moment the name was named, a breath spread from Hedwig's body wrapped around Harry, creating a connection between the two of them.

Every witcher is an excellent herbalist and potion master, and Harry is no exception.

really interesting…

It is not a contract in words or legal terms.

If the Witcher world had cars, trains, and planes.

The most important thing is that it has almost no toxicity.

But potions in the wizarding world have no such restrictions.

Harry waved his hand.

What concerned Harry the most was "potions" - an excellent demon hunter whose abilities came from swordsmanship, sigils and potions.

But this is not an unacceptable shortcoming.

"Your parents are also from Gryffindor House. I am also a Gryffindor, and so is Principal Dumbledore."

He talked non-stop and introduced Hogwarts.

"Nine and three-quarters," Harry answered.

Go back to the house and prepare everything, as well as the three bottles of magic potions that have been refined in more than a month - two bottles of forgetting potion and one bottle of refreshing potion.

Perhaps in the eyes of other houses, Gryffindors are just a bunch of mindless and exaggerated troublemakers?

Always felt…

On the dinner table.

In the world of witchers, both warlocks and witchers have long lifespans.

Until the day before school starts.

Harry smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm a freshman too."

Harry waved his wand, held up his luggage, passed through the crowds, and finally found an empty compartment at the back of the car. He didn't like to forcefully insert himself into other people's social circles.

Fenon sneered, and the fat flesh on his face and belly trembled and trembled: "There is no such platform at all, I just said that those people are crazy..."

And most importantly, the breath of magic.

The lifespan is very short. Normal wizards only have a lifespan of about a hundred years. The oldest wizard, Nicol Flamel, took a magic potion called "Elixir of Death" and extended his life to more than 600 years.

"We will definitely become very good friends. Compared with my brothers at home, I am not smart at all. You have to help me with my homework."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley."

Departing at 7:30, after three hours of bumpy journey, we arrived at King's Cross Station.

"There are better means of transportation, why not use better means of transportation?" Harry asked naturally.

Harry just felt that he brought too much "subjectivity" into it.

Harry followed the mark and looked forward, starting three meters away.

A master who is proficient in transformation can master an animal form. The only flaw is probably that the type of animal transformed into is random.

the next day.

"My dear uncle, I might ask you to take me to King's Cross station tomorrow." Harry said after finishing a large piece of steak.

Harry nodded: "Of course."

There were no traces of wand strikes on the wall, but on the ground. When he lowered his head, he could see obvious footprints and ruts, which went straight into the other end of the wall.

This plague god is finally leaving!

Fenon only had this thought in his mind, but he still said harshly: "It's ridiculous to take the train to the wizarding school. Are all their blankets rotten?"

Many of them were dressed like ordinary people like me, and many were wearing wizard's robes.

Thank God!

The red head breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

Complex human scent...it doesn't matter.

Ron jumped up and his eyes widened: "Your name is Harry Potter? Is it the Harry Potter of Harry Potter?"

After reading "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", Harry finally had a general impression of the wizarding world.

Whether it's a warlock or a witcher, everyone should raise their hands and celebrate. To be honest... the feeling of the portal is really uncomfortable. The situation is not particularly urgent. Harry, like other witchers, would rather ride on horseback.

Slytherin is a group of insidious and cunning people, Hufflepuff is a stupid idiot with no sense of existence, and Ravenclaw is a wooden pile who can only read.

He opened the carriage door and struggled to carry his luggage inside.

It is a passive, magical contract in the blood.

The redhead rubbed his messy head: "Then you will definitely be a Ravenclaw."

Nothing happened, Harry just picked up the milk cup: "Wizards have wizard's spells. Since they can make ordinary people unaware of their existence, naturally... they can also hide wizards' train stations in ordinary people's train stations."

"

"But how come you know magic!" The red-haired man tilted his head back and exclaimed in surprise, "I asked my brothers to teach me, but I couldn't learn it."

Harry became even more interested in the magic of this world, and he couldn't wait to open the books.

The way to pass is to take a running start or hit the wall?

Harry thought thoughtfully, pushed the cart to where the mark started, and trotted forward - passing through the wall, the cold magic penetrated his body.

Or, huddled in the attic, the water vapor gurgling, and I don't know what medicine is being brewed.

Not long after I sat down.

so…

And "Animagus".

But magic is very powerful.

They will always see...

Harry introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

Except for eating and exercising, Harry almost never left his new room. Before he came back from Diagon Alley, Petunia had tidied up the room.

"Goodbye!" The last words were accompanied by the sound of a heavy door closing. Fenon finally put the cage containing Hedwig on the luggage cart, quickly closed the door, kicked the accelerator, and disappeared in front of Harry's eyes.
To be continued...