Part-time as God of the Heavens

All day long.

　　 A whole day in the true sense.

　　 Harry felt extremely fulfilled.

　　Because, except for the necessary meal time and rest time, Zhou Yi arranged all the other time for him.

　　 The things that are arranged to be done are divided into two major categories-physical exercise and knowledge learning.

Physical exercise is divided into strange exercise methods called Zamabu by Zhou Yi, at least in Harry’s view, this is very strange, because he has never heard of it, but when he thinks that Zhou Yi is a wizard, these strange exercises are just too strange. It became acceptable, after all, it was a wizard.

As for the knowledge learning, Zhou Yi taught Harry some common sense about the magic world, by the way, mixed with some principles of life. As for the real thing about how to release magic, Zhou Yi only told Harry that he would take him tomorrow. Buy some things necessary to learn and release magic, as for the others...

　　Others, Harry has no time to think about it. There are too many to remember when learning knowledge, and the hardship during exercise makes it difficult for Harry to think about other things.

Speaking of it, under that level of exercise, Harry managed to persevere. In addition to his own will, he relied more on that kind of magical machine-Harry felt that this name was stranger than Nian. The name, "repair cabin" and the like are much simpler.

Until now, lying on the bed, Harry still did not feel the soreness of his body-he could clearly perceive it when he just finished exercising, but every time he soaked in the repair cabin, his body recovered again. Up.

　　 "What a fulfilling day..." Harry thought, looking forward to tomorrow.

　　Because, tomorrow, going to buy something?

　　 With anticipation, Harry fell asleep.

　　……

　　 "True!"

　　 "True!"

　　 Harry was awakened by a very rhythmic percussion.

　　 "Huh?" Harry rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at where the sound was coming from, and found one, outside the window, pecking at the window with its beak... a snowy white owl?

　　 Harry and the snowy owl stared with small eyes wide for a while before they reacted, jumped out of bed and opened the window.

　　 Harry subconsciously remembered what Zhou Yi had said to himself yesterday. Owl is a communication tool most often used by wizards. Its main responsibility is to send letters to wizards to communicate.

　　 But, how can someone send a letter to yourself?

　　 "Goo!" The snowy owl flew in and put the envelope in its paw on the table.

"Thank you, and... I'm sorry, I don't seem to have any food here, I'll get it for you?" Harry scratched his head and took a look at the letter. It was a letter wrapped in a heavy parchment envelope. The address is Written in emerald green ink, without stamps, and the address is correct-at 5 Privet Drive, Little Huijin District, Surrey, room on the left side of the second floor, received by Mr. Harry Potter.

　　 "Guck!" Xue Owl squinted at Harry, shook his head extremely humanely, flapped its wings, and flew toward the door.

　　 "It seems that you have already received the letter?" Zhou Yi, who appeared at the door, stretched out a hand to catch Mu Xue, smoothed it, and said.

　　 "Mr. Zhou," Harry nodded, "Yes, I received it."

"This is your admission notice, and a list of items that need to be purchased." Zhou Yi pointed to the letter in Harry's hand. "Come to the restaurant downstairs for dinner. You can read the letter slowly. By the way, let me introduce it to you. , This is my owl, snowy owl, I call it Muxue."

　　 "Okay, okay!" Harry nodded repeatedly.

　　 Harry followed Zhou Yi downstairs, and couldn't help but look down at the letter in his hand.

　　 Turning the envelope over, Harry saw a wax seal, a shield crest, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by the capital "h" letter.

　　 Harry opened the letter curiously and checked it out. Zhou Yi didn't care about him. It would be strange if he received this kind of thing and didn't want to find out. It's better to wait for him to finish reading it before eating.

　　【Hogwarts School

　　Principal: Albus Dumbledore

　　 (President of the International Federation of Wizards, First-Class Magician of Sir Merlin, Chief Magician of Wisengamao)

　　Dear Mr. Potter:

　　 We are happy to inform you that you have been approved to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A list of required books and equipment is enclosed.

　　 The school is scheduled to start on September 1, and we have received your request. Please purchase the corresponding items to wait for the school to start]

"Zhou, the above said, the school has received my wishes?" Harry raised his head and looked at Zhou Yi who was eating a bowl of salted tofu nao. Harry didn't know why there are so many ways to do the same food, and The taste is still completely different... but he thinks both tastes are good. Obviously Zhou Yi is the same, because he changes his taste every day.

　　 "Didn't I introduce you to you yesterday? Principal Dumbledore," Zhou Yi shrugged, "Now that the principal has visited the house, naturally there is no need to ask again."

　　 "It turned out to be like this..." Harry suddenly realized, and then he looked a little embarrassed, "It also said that I want to buy some things, but, but I don't have money..."

"You are rich, Harry, but you don't know it yourself," Zhou Yi waved his hand. "Well, let’s eat first. After dinner, I will take you to Gringotts. I will show you your money first. Then I will take you to buy the things you need to go to school."

"I'm rich?" Harry was puzzled, but he reacted immediately. Obviously, it should be something left by his parents, whom he had never seen before... Thinking of this, Harry is a little bit small Lost, but fortunately, he has been used to it for so many years.

　　 "That's right, I'm going to file a lawsuit by the way," Zhou Yi finished sucking the tofu in the bowl, "You must do what you say, isn't it?"

　　……

　　In the car, Harry took out the second page of letter paper from the envelope and checked it.

　　【Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

　　 (uniform)

　　 First grade freshmen need:

　　 1: Three sets of plain work gowns (black)

　　2. A plain pointed hat for daytime wear (black)

slightly……

　　 (textbook)

　　All students need to prepare the following books:

　　 "Standard Spells, Elementary", by Miranda Gosak

slightly……

　　 (other equipment)

　　 a magic wand

　　 a crucible

　　 a set of glass or crystal vials

slightly……

　　Students can blood bag an owl or a cat or a toad

　　 I would like to remind you, parents, please advise, first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own flying broomsticks]

　　 "The magic wand..." Harry glanced over the dazzling pile of books or item names and looked at the line of [a magic wand], "Is this what you said before, a tool that ordinary wizards must use to cast spells?"

　　 "Yes, that's right," Zhou Yi nodded, "Speaking of which, I am very curious, Harry, what material and core will your wand be made of?"

　　 "I don't know either." Harry looked blank.

　　 "So we need to go there." Zhou Yi said, stopping the car, "However, before that... I will file a lawsuit first."

　　 After entering the proceedings, Zhou Yi drove Harry to the Broken Cauldron Bar again.

　　 From the outside, this is a dirty and small bar. Had it not been for Zhou Yi, Harry hadn't noticed it at all. He had always thought that the place where wizards came and went should look very high-end.

"Hidden, Harry, hidden, don't forget that wizards need to conceal their identity from Muggles, that is, ordinary people, and cannot reveal their existence. Therefore, the kind of situation you think will basically not happen... …Rest assured, I didn’t read my mind, I just guessed it. Learn to control your expression Harry, otherwise you will suffer a lot. If it’s not possible, it’s a good choice to keep a faint smile all the time.” Zhou Yi said. "Also, learn to observe your surroundings. Have you found anything by looking at the looks of the people around you?"

"I feel... as if other people can't see here?" Harry thoughtfully, under observation, the people passing by in a hurry didn't even look through the cauldron bar. Their twilight fell on a house beside him. At the big bookstore and a record store on the other side, they seemed to be unable to see this bar at all.

"Yes, your feeling is not wrong. A special curse has been placed here, which is similar to the Muggle expelling curse." Zhou Yi pushed open the door of the broken cauldron bar. "Come on, Mr. Potter, it's time Let you experience what your fame is like."

　　 "Okay." Harry responded, expecting something in his heart, and walked into the broken cauldron bar.

　　 I have to say that, as a famous place, the Broken Cauldron Bar is too dark, dirty, and too noisy. The air is filled with a mixed smell of various liquors, which is a bit smokey.

　　 However, after Zhou Yi and Harry stepped into the bar, the chattering of various people suddenly stopped, as if they all knew Zhou Yi? Harry thought.

　　 "Sir, your room is still reserved for you." A man with almost stripped hair, who looked like a crumbled walnut, stepped forward.

"Thank you, Tom, but I can clean it up later. I have removed all the magic in that room." Zhou Yi nodded and looked around. "Why, everyone, am I scary? It's just a beating. Nothing more than a drunk person who can't stop talking...I think it is this gentleman that you should pay more attention to now. I think you all know him, right?"

　　 said, Zhou Yi patted Harry on the shoulder.

　　 Suddenly, everyone in the bar focused on Harry.

　　 "My God, this is, could it be..."

　　 The bar became completely silent, and everyone seemed to recognize Harry, but why on earth?

　　 Harry's heart became more and more confused, Zhou Yi did not tell him why these things happened.

　　 "Harry Potter! Mr. Potter!" Tom whispered, "Mr. Potter, it's an honor."

　　 As he said, Tom quickly ran out of the backstage of the bar, ran towards Harry, and grabbed his hand, feeling as if he was about to cry.

At the same time, words such as "Mr. Potter, welcome back" and "I didn't expect to see you so unexpectedly, I haven't had time to put on a physical suit" and the like sounded in the bar. Everyone was watching Harry. , Harry seemed at a loss, and when he wanted to look at Zhou Yi, he found Zhou Yi standing in the distance, drinking, and shook his head at him, as if to let him enjoy this time alone.

　　 "Okay," Harry thought to himself, and he had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling of being noticed, at least he couldn't say that he hated it, "but the reason? What is the reason?"

Then, a person got up, and Harry found that he was passively shaking hands with everyone, and among them he planned to shake hands twice and was driven away... Among them was someone he knew, who was inexplicably on the street before. The person who greeted him and then disappeared inexplicably, when he said that he knew him, that person was excited to show off to everyone, as if it was something very happy and honored.

　　 But why?

　　 Harry still didn't understand.

　　 A pale young man walked over, his expression a little nervous, one eye even visibly twitched.

　　 "Professor Quirrell!" Zhou Yi who was drinking on the side stepped forward, "It is an honor to meet for the first time. I hope that we can learn from each other and grow with each other in the future teaching work."

"Oh, I, I know, I know you, you are Zhou Yi, Professor Zhou Yi," Professor Quirrell said obviously stuttered and ambiguous, "The Dark Arts, Defense Against the Dark Arts course, right, unprecedented, one Course, two, two professors!"

"Yes, actually, I have something to consult with you. Of course, you prefer to say hello to another person now. Obviously, isn't it?" Zhou Yi smiled and walked away and introduced to Harry, "This This is Professor Quirrell, the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts course professor, and will be responsible for teaching the first grade, which is your age."

"Yes, yes, very much, thank you ~www.readwn.com~ Professor Quirrell stammered and shook Harry's hand. "There is a kind of indescribable pleasure to see you, Mr. Potter. , I think, the course of black magic defense, defense skills, you have already used it, you don’t need to learn it, right, Mr. Potter? "

　　 As he said, Professor Quirrell laughed nervously: "You are accurate, are you ready to buy what you need? I also plan to buy a new book about sucking... sucking... vampires."

　　 When it comes to vampires, his stuttering gets worse. It seems that the mention of this name makes him very scared.

Then, Professor Quirrell was squeezed away by other people who wanted to talk to Harry and shake hands. After another ten minutes or so, when Harry felt his face was about to smile stiffly, Zhou Yi finally interrupted. Stopped them: "Well, everyone, Harry has to buy the things he needs to go to school. It's time to go."

There were originally some people who planned to continue talking, but others, those who saw Zhou Yi’s “atrocities” in the bar that night pulled them, and whispered what happened at that time, so no one dared to say it again. Stopped Harry from talking.

"Fame is a very good thing. It allows you to achieve a lot of things that others need to work hard for a long time. However, in my opinion, strength is the most important thing, Harry," Zhou Yi wears Harry with him. After passing the bar, I came to a small patio surrounded by walls, "Without strength, everything is empty. It's like just now, even if you say you want to go, they won't let you go, and when I speak, they dare not let you go. Speak."

　　Ps: Tomorrow must be double updated!