Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"I don't have...talent"

After discussing it for so long, Dudley seemed to have just understood what Ciel meant. The little chubby boy repeated it softly in a tone that sounded like a whisper.

Next to him, Harry was stunned. He didn't expect that things would develop like this.

"Yeah, you didn't."

"But Harry is the savior of the wizarding world. He is my cousin."

Dudley asked in disbelief, his fat face flushed with excitement.

"But you're not."

"But you said, I am a hero"

He started to get excited and his voice got a little louder.

Ciel noticed that there was already a couple nearby who seemed to be senior students of Hogwarts and started to look here, but the location he chose was remote enough that it didn't attract too much attention for a while.

It doesn't matter, this is Diagon Alley, and it's in peacetime.

"You are indeed a hero."

Ciel said calmly.

"Even if you can't learn magic, even if you don't step into this world."

"It won't change you."

Dudley suddenly stopped talking, but his face became redder and redder, as if it was on fire. .Charles suddenly remembered that he seemed to have snatched Harry's flame pepper ice cream and ate it.

"I hate you"

Suddenly, Dudley yelled at the three of them with a distorted face. This voice made the entire Florin Fusco ice cream shop seem to be silent.

The air was burning, filled with a fiery smell.

"My mother was right, I should stay away from you."

He suddenly turned his head and said to Harry.

"Freak"

He cursed and rushed out without looking back. .I took away the unfinished flame pepper ice cream.

Ciel didn't react much to Dudley's outburst. After all, he wasn't a stranger and something like this would happen sooner or later.

And many truths cannot be explained to children of this age, and they cannot understand them, even if they may not know the true meaning of some things, such as what the magic world means, and heroes will not change depending on where they are. some type of.

They will only feel lost, cheated, excluded, and excluded.

"gone"

Ciel pushed Harry's hood down, covering his forehead again.

The word "freak" has attracted a lot of attention. After all, mixed-race and marrow wizards account for the majority in the magic world, and they have all heard of this word more or less.

Harry and Hermione hurried to follow Charles, fearing that Dudley would get lost.

But Charles knew not, because he stared closely at the floor tiles in Diagon Alley. He imagined the natural lines on the floor tiles as planned routes, and the gaps around the stone tiles as maps, just like children often do when they were young. Just like when you are entertaining yourself.

Then he saw Dudley's trajectory.

Metaphorical magic, finding people and finding their way.

Use your imagination like a child, just like treating each brick as a grid that can be jumped, and you can successfully release magic. I don’t know which genius strategy team discovered it. What a clever little guy. Ciel said this Very impressive.

They saw Dudley at the entrance to Diagon Alley, unable to get out without his wand.

Stepping forward, Ciel tapped the wall, the arch reappeared, and Dudley immediately ran outside in a gust of wind.

Harry, who was rushing over, didn't have time to say anything, so he had to quickly catch up again.

Several little guys thumped through the Leaky Cauldron, causing dissatisfaction with the owner Tom.

"Don't run around here. Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because I can't deduct points from you."

He waved the dirty rag that was used to clean the wine glass.

But Dudley had already run out of the bar.

When Dudley came outside, he wanted to turn around and say a few harsh words, just like he often did when he bullied the lower-grade students as Brother D, but when he turned around, there was no bar anywhere, only a wall.

Dudley's eyes flashed with horror and incomprehension, then anger and loss.

He left along the commercial street in front of Chanel without looking back.

. . .

On the way back, neither Harry nor Hermione were in high spirits.

"Maybe you can bring back more magic candies and ice cream during the holidays."

"He'll love it."

Harry smiled wryly.

Ciel didn't have much to do about it, and he didn't care much about it. He didn't have any ill feelings towards Dudley, but he didn't have much of a favorable impression either, that's all. .They are just ordinary passers-by. There are a few plots in Dudley's later period, but they are not in the main plot. Ciel actually doesn't care.

He was going for Hermione from the beginning.

Not to mention Dudley, Harry was there by the way.

If there was no panel, maybe he would move closer to Harry or stay away from Harry, but the panel protects him. Instead of having time to think about his relationship with Harry, he would be more wary of Dumbledore.

He is Dumbledore after all.

. . .

Dudley returned home, opened the door with a bang, and ran into the house without saying a word. He ignored Fanon who had already returned home from work, and even ignored the dinner that Petunia had prepared, and ran upstairs with a bang. , "Bang" shut himself into the house.

Petunia and Fenon looked at each other, wondering what was happening to their little baby.

"Go and see"

Fenon stared, looking nervous.

Penny hurriedly ran upstairs. She turned the doorknob and found that it could not be opened. The door was locked, so she could only call softly through the door.

"My little Dada, what's wrong with you?"

Dudley was silent in the room.

"My little baby.."

"do not bother me"

Dudley shouted.

Petunia went downstairs helplessly and shook her head at Fenon.

But it happened that Harry also came home at this time. After seeing Harry, Petunia seemed to have thought of something, and her face became extremely ugly.

"is that you"

She shouted as if she was crazy.

"is that you"

and grabbed Harry's ear.

Harry couldn't dodge. A child would definitely not be able to struggle against an adult. He was carried all the way across the living room by Petunia's ears, and then pushed into the cupboard.

"Boom"

Penny slammed the door and locked the cupboard outside.

"Don't ever think about leaving again in your life, you bad guy"

She screamed, like a female ghost whose neck was stuck by Lockhart.

Petunia, who had locked Harry up, returned upstairs.

"Dada, I have locked up that freak, you don't have to be afraid."

Penny leaned against the door and whispered.

"Click."

The door opened.

Petunia hugged Dudley subconsciously. Before she could ask any questions, she heard Dudley ask with a cry in his voice.

"Mom, why can't I use magic?"

Penny's face froze.

. . .

"Happy birthday"

As soon as Charles got home, he saw Andrea preparing a big surprise for him, a large piece of birthday cake.

"Happy birthday to you too."

After being stunned for a moment, Ciel said subconsciously.

Andrea frowned, her expression was weird, she wanted to laugh but didn't.

"What did you say"

She finally asked with a smile.

Ciel reacted.

"Oh, I mean...thank you"

He took the gift.

"Open it and see."

Andrea urged with an eager look on her face.

Ciel untied the bow from the package and opened the gift.

"Wow."

He gasped.

Birthday gifts have always been very random, and Ciel could never guess what he would get.

"..What's this"

He looked over the record in his hand.

"This is a gold record"

Andrea said with a smile.

"I can see that."

The latter looked helpless.

"This is a souvenir golden record commemorating the 1th anniversary of Voyager 2 and Voyager 20 flying into the universe. Don't you like to study these weird things the most?"

"Oh, they were launched in 1977."

Ciel suddenly realized.

Andrea then showed a satisfied smile.

He seemed to have a vague impression of Voyager 1 and 2, which touched upon his knowledge blind spot, but it was easy to deduce the time. Andrea even said it was the 20th anniversary, and 20 years ago, it was 1977.

Yes, this is not 1991, the time when Harry Potter entered school in the original book. In order to better integrate the world view, the time has been slightly delayed backwards.

"I love this gift."

Charles rewrapped the gold record.

"Now, let's cut the cake."

Andrea immediately pushed Ciel to the cake and cheered.

. . .

Granger's house, night.

Mrs. Granger was a little worried because the little girl was not in high spirits when she got home at night, and she didn't ask anything. After Hermione fell asleep, she opened the door and came in to take a look.

Hermione still looked unhappy in her sleep.

Mrs. Granger was helpless.

She sat beside Hermione's bed, smoothed her messy hair, and tucked her into bed. Then she saw the book placed beside the bed.

"Hogwarts: A School History"

What kind of school is Hogwarts? Mrs. Granger recalled it, but she seemed to have never heard of it.

However, this little guy bought books again.

Mrs. Granger was even more helpless.

. . .

Night at the Dursley's house.

Harry, who lived in the storage room under the stairs, did not fall asleep. He stared blankly at the electric meter with numbers on the wall that kept jumping, not knowing what he was thinking.

Upstairs, Dudley, who occupied two bedrooms alone, was already sound asleep, but in his sleep, his brows were deeply furrowed and his little fists were clenched tightly, as if he was trapped in some kind of nightmare.

But whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream, it was all a dream in a deep sleep, so Dudley, who was in a deep sleep, did not see it through the beautiful little skylight of his house. .Under the distant moon, a huge sailing ship was floating.

"I smell the smell of despair."

At the front of the sailboat, an extremely handsome boy of thirteen or fourteen years old stood with his waist bent. His gaze was downward, as if he could penetrate the clouds and go straight into the center of the earth.

"Drop anchor, we're going to have new partners."

The young man showed a smile, extremely handsome.

The large sailboat seemed to begin to slow down, but at this moment, a younger child ran up from the cabin.

"Captain and the others are catching up."

The boy's face showed impatience and annoyance.

He looked back and saw a touch of very light yellow sand, spreading from the horizon and chasing after him.

"Full speed ahead"

he shouted loudly.

"If the speed slows down... I will kick you all off the boat and I will watch your brains split open one by one."

The galleon began to speed up.

"Let's talk about it later."

The young man glanced gloomily at the villa complex below.

He turned around and walked back to the rudder, and then he pulled out a tattered linen bag from nowhere.

"crash"

As he dumped the contents of the bag on the ground, a large pile of delicate necklaces with hourglasses tumbled out. .It's a time-turner, all of it.

"bang bang"

He suddenly raised his foot and stomped a few of them, and then began to turn the huge rudder.

"woo"

The large sailboat automatically inflated its sails when there was no wind, and seemed to emit some kind of low roar. Then it became faster and faster, rushing towards the clouds in the sky.

. . .

Time is always strange. It seems that the sand in the hourglass passes faster than the running water.

Days passed day by day, in the long-lost calm, but not long after, one morning, there were suddenly more owls in the sky over England. They flew freely, as if announcing the coming of a new era.