HP Magic Biography

As the noise of his father downstairs gradually decreased, Al Fanlin's mood was terrible. My father had never been so fierce to little Al Fanlin. Because little Al Fanlin was so behaved, so Ai Er Fanlin was so beloved today. Mr. Er, this is the first time I have seen it.

　　 With loss and unwillingness, little El Fanlin lay on his bed. At this moment, he didn't want to do anything, just wanted to lie down like this. There was a mess in his head, with imagination and longing for the magical world, before he knew it, little El Fanlin fell asleep deeply on the bed.

　　Night always comes quickly, and the stars gradually drive away the heat brought by the summer sun. The silver-white light replaced the darkness in the bedroom due to the advent of night!

　　 The door creaked and was pushed open, and Mr. Al walked into the room of little Al Fanlin.

Standing on the side of his son’s bed, looking at his sleeping face, Mr. Al’s heart felt a little rippling, bitter, uneasy, and a little bit reluctant. Compared to when Al’s mother left, Al There was a little panic in the eyes of the gentleman!

　　 gently touched the face of little El Fanlin, "Much like his mother!" He murmured in his mouth, for fear of waking El Fanlin who was sleeping.

　　 Maybe the movements are not gentle enough, after all, an adult man’s hand is still a bit too difficult to do these subtle things.

Little Elfan Lin opened his eyes blindly and saw his father sitting on the bedside. He just wanted to ask something excitedly, and then thought of his father's attitude today. He half-cast his eyes and asked in a timid voice: "Dad, Mr. Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall have already left." The voice was as thin as a mosquito, and little Elverin was afraid to provoke his father again, but still asked unwillingly.

"Oh, yes, Fanlin." Mr. Al regained his senses, with some trances in his eyes, but soon came clear. "President Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have already left, about 6 o'clock in the evening. By the time I was clocking, I had hosted Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall for dinner. The rest is still in the kitchen. I will keep it for you. If you are hungry, you can eat some!"

Mr. Al, smiling, put his hand on the head of little Al Fanlin and rubbed it, then put his hand on the bedside, staring at little Al Fanlin’s eyes, and said with a serious face: "Fanlin, Dad asked You have a question, okay?"

　　 "Just ask, Dad." Little El Fanlin still looked down.

　　 "What do you think about magic, or, do you know how to magic, tell me, this is very important, Fanlin."

　　 Seeing the look in his father's eyes, little El Fanlin felt a little nervous and uneasy. I just wanted to open my mouth to answer the concept of magic that Mr. Al had been instilling in him, but in the serious eyes of Mr. Al, little Al Fanlin wanted to lie, but he couldn't do it.

　　 Yugadim Leviosa)."

　　 Along with the thought of the spell, a chair in the room slowly lifted into the sky following the raising of the arm of Little Elverin.

　　Mr. Ayer looked at the performance of the son in front of him in amazement, followed by a state of relief, which made Mr. Ayer feel a little relaxed!

　　 "Well, Fanlin, I know, I don't think I need to ask you any more questions. I agree that you can go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn magic."

　　 With a "bang" sound, the chair fell to the ground. Mr. Al also understood. In recent years, little Al always touched the origin of things, and couldn't help smiling wryly, uh, shook his head.

　　 "Really! Dad! Uh, I mean, you really let me go to Dean Dumbledore to learn magic?"

　　 Little Elverin looked a little at a loss. He didn't expect that Dean Dumbledore would use any method to get his father to agree to learn magic.

　　 Looking at the happy and helpless son in front of him, Mr. Al also understands that all this is destined, and his fate cannot be resisted by ordinary people.

　　 "Yes, Fanlin, I agree. You should go downstairs and have dinner. It's already more than seven o'clock. If you don't go to dinner again, you will spend the evening hungry!"

　　 "Okay, Dad, I'm going to eat now!"

　　 Little El Fanlin, turned over from the bed, cheered that I was going to learn magic, and ran downstairs excitedly.

　　 looked at the back of his son running downstairs. Mr. Al was stunned for a long time, and then he seemed relieved. Just smiled and went down the stairs...

　　 "London station is coming. Passengers who get off the train, please bring your belongings and wait to get off."

　　 The train slowly entered the platform of the London railway station and got off the train. Two figures, one big and one small, came down!

　　 "Dad, we're going to find the broken cauldron bar first, right?"

　　 The man looked down at his watch. It was 10:40 in the morning. He took out the map and looked for it carefully.

　　 "Yes, Fanlin, we have to go to the broken cauldron bar first. Dean Dumbledore told me that the people there will take us to Diagon Alley to buy the props you need."

　　 "And the wand, Dad!"

"En, yes, there is a magic wand!" Mr. Al took the hand of Little Erlinfan, and according to the directions on the map, he dumped several buses back and forth before he was in an inconspicuous little corner of London. Here, found this necessary place, the broken cauldron bar.

　　 An old wooden plaque hung on the black door face, a protruding iron pipe with a wooden beer mug hanging on it. Looking at the translucent window, the dim light was shining dimly. The entire bar reveals a breath of age, looking dim and dilapidated, not as good as the clothes of the two.

　　 "Fanlin, I think it should be here, I really don't understand why there is such a run-down little bar in London!"

　　 "Okay, Dad, let's go in!"

　　 Little Al Fanlin obviously couldn't bear the curiosity and excitement in his heart, took Mr. Al's hand and pushed open the old door of the broken cauldron bar.

　　 As soon as he entered the door, with the ringing of the bells, everyone in the room turned their heads and looked at the pair of people who were obviously not wizards. The dim light made the whole room look lifeless.

　　Mr. Ayer was obviously not very comfortable, and took the little Elverin to the bartender's bar, and put his hand on the wooden bar.

　　 "Sir, UU reading www.uukanshu.com asks, what do you need a glass of." The bartender quickly put away the unnaturalness on his face, he wondered how a Muggle would find him here.

"I followed the instructions of Mr. Abs Dumbledore to bring my children here to Diagon Alley to buy school starters. Mr. Abs said that he can get help from you. This is what Mr. Abs gave you. letter."

　　 Mr. Bartender took the letter and carefully read the contents of the letter.

　　 "Oh, it's a great honor, Mr. Al, and our new and lovely little wizard. I am happy to help you!"

The bartender read the letter and said to Mr. Al with a smile: "Mr. Al, here you are, I will take you to exchange the currency of the wizarding world. I will take you to Diagon Alley later, I think. You must It will be an eye-opener!"

　　The bartender took Mr. Al and Fanlin to the next room and exchanged pound sterling for Jin Jialong, and then led them through the backstage of the bar to the front of a thick wall.

　　 "Dad, where is this gentleman taking us? Isn't it going to Diagon Alley?" Little Al saw the wall in front of him, feeling very puzzled, raised his head, and whispered to his father.

"Wait a minute, my cute little wizard, soon you will see the magical side, and it is also a place where magic is interesting, uh, uh, step back, my little wizard." The bartender smiled and drew out a magic wand and gestured to little Elvan Father and son Lin stepped back. Little El Fanlin's eyes began to shine after seeing the wand. He felt that the next glance would open his eyes.

　　 I saw the bartender take out his wand and tap the stone bricks around the gap on a regular basis. Suddenly, the entire wall began to roll from the gap to both sides, and a beam of dazzling sunlight shone in through the gap that was scattered by the roll.