Ding Allen silently put down the "Magic Events in the Nearly A Hundred Years" in his hand, not knowing whether he should lament that he had entered a war world or be delighted that he had the opportunity to learn magic.

That's right, Allen is not a native British, but a Chinese who travels through the world of Harry Potter.

Ding Ailun, male, was born in Xiaofu Family in a fourth-tier city in 1987. He has strong learning ability, but because he has been playing tricks since childhood, his grades are not as good as he has. He worked hard for a year in his senior year, setting a record of the fastest improvement in the school's history, from more than 100 to the top 30. He was admitted to the Mathematics School of a national key normal university. After graduation, he successfully became a high school mathematics teacher with an iron rice bowl. In his seventh year of teaching, he relied on his smart talent and seven years of experience to summarize his learning methods, so that the final results of the high school shorts class he taught in the college entrance examination far exceeded that of the parallel class, almost flattened the sharp knife class.

Alan's brilliant life stopped on the way to buy a house. He drove the Toyota Corolla sponsored by his parents in his first year of work, humming a small song and the exciting music could not express his inner surging at this moment. The wind and snow outside could not stop the heat of the house. Unexpectedly, sitting in a closed-door car, disaster came from the sky. A huge mud car suddenly crossed from the left and rode on Alan's silver Corolla. In the severe pain, Alan didn't know the situation. When he opened his eyes again, Alan became a fifth-grade elementary school student in Easton Public School.

Alan should be very grateful that when the school and the bank cooperated to apply for a teacher-respecting card, he followed the crowd and handled personal accident insurance. The beneficiary was his parents. He really should be very grateful that Alan also has a younger brother of a mother and his parents will not have nowhere to live in their old age. He really should be very grateful that he still has a chance to survive!

The past is with the wind, and it should be noticed now. The fifth-grade elementary school student Ding travels through time is also called Allen, but his name is Aaron Harris and Allen Harris.

Alan's original body was very unlucky. He actually hit the ground first in the long jump competition in the school sports meet. The teachers and classmates at the school were also monks. They were confused and did not understand why Alan jumped so far. They even jumped over the sand pool and fell directly to the ground. They didn't understand why Alan was safe and sound after just dizzy. Little did they know that the soul in the core was replaced in just a short while.

Allen returned home in a daze and spent a while in a daze. Fortunately, his parents in this life thought he was embarrassed to fall and didn't care too much about his abnormality. After all, there are so many things to do and so many children to take care of...

"Allen, come down to have a meal!" The loud voice shook the walls and shook. Allen put down the book, concealed his inner shock, and cheered himself up. "Come on, a teacher who is not a disguiser is not a good actor, you must keep your vest."

With the shaking of the stairs, the loud voice rang again: "Allen, go wash your hands quickly, your dad should be back soon." Allen's father, Irving Harris, works in the "Magic Accident Disaster Division" of the Ministry of Magic. The Disaster Division is divided into three departments, namely: the Reversal Incidents Group, the Memory Deregistration Command, and the Muggle Problem Adjustment Committee. Irving has always wanted to go to the Memory Deregistration Command, and he thinks he is especially good at forgetting magic. But the reality is that he is in the "Muggle Problem Adjustment Committee". He does not think that his mouth can smoothly persuade Muggles to accept their incredible magic accidents, such as the incident of Sirius blowing up a whole street eight years ago. In the long run, Irving's forgetting spell has been used more thoroughly, but every time he uses the spell, he has to write a report to explain to the Memory Deregistration Command. It is also a headache for him.

"I'm back, the weather is really bad. We had to explain to an old Muggle woman in the blizzard why she suddenly jumped up and danced when she boiled water from her newly bought teapot. The water was sprinkled everywhere, oh... Thank you Daisy," Owen took the big brush handed over by her eldest daughter Daisy and slapped the snowflakes on her body. "I want to communicate with Arthur again. I think he should be able to take over this matter. He must want to catch Montongus more than I did. A wizard reported that he had appeared in the street where the incident happened."

"Irving, have a little hot tea." Mrs. Harris directed the wand, and a cup of hot black tea fell accurately on the dining table. As a staff member at St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, it was obvious that Mrs. Harris' magic was great, although she only worked in the waiting room.

"Mom, ask Allen to go downstairs to have a meal, there is no need to use a loud voice!" Second son Lunn Charles knocked the table with the parchment in his hand in dissatisfaction. Lunn is currently in the sixth grade of Hogwarts and is preparing for the seventh grade N.E.W.Ts (Ultimate Wizard Level Examination).

"Oh, sorry, my dear, I have developed a habit in the hospital. When I ask someone to use magic, I will unconsciously use magic." The fat witch shook her golden hair and said gently to this son who was most satisfied with. "Alan will wash his hands first!" Turning around, Mrs. Harris glanced at Alan who had already sat on the chair.

Not daring to defend himself, Allen immediately ran to the sink and turned on the faucet. Suddenly, a harsh sound rang in his ears: "Sloppy, sloppy!" He suddenly looked up and Allen found that it was the mirror on the wall screaming. Allen tried hard to smooth out the wrinkles on his body, while being in a trance, "Maybe the magic mirror is the standard for ordinary families in the magic world!"

Back at the seat, the family of seven had already sat down, which was not common at this table. "For Christmas, it's so great to be able to reunite our whole family today!" Mr. Harris raised his glass and said kindly.

The eldest son Albert also raised his glass and clinked his glass with his father. He is the only junior who can drink. Albert is currently working in the "Auror Command" of the Ministry of Magic. He has a calm personality and is very reliable.

The second son Lunn took a sip of sea buckthorn juice seriously, as if he was tasting top-notch red wine.

The eldest sister Daisy looked at the younger sister Emily with a smile. The younger sister is only 5 years old this year and is looking at the fat roast chicken on the table greedily.

"What a loving family." Allen was delighted that he could live in such a family. He was ranked fourth in this family, not as much as his elder brother and sister, nor as his younger sister Emily was favored by his whole family. It was different from his second brother who was serious in everything and wanted to show his important status. Allen was usually low-key, neither naughty nor smart, and was ordinary, and was a good listener. This is also an important reason why Allen's vest is still stable.

"Tomorrow we will go to Diagon Alley and we will supplement some daily necessities," said Mrs. Harris.

Second Coluen immediately stopped the knife and fork in his hand, "Mom, I need to add a crucible and some potions."

"Lunn, your cauldron actually exploded?" Mrs. Harris looked at her second son, who had always been excellent.

Lun pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Mom, Lun privately configures seventh-grade potions, and the Crucible explosion was criticized by Professor Snape." Daisy couldn't help complaining to her mother. Lun's eyebrows were furrowed.

"I'm done!" Allen interrupted his mother's roar that was about to burst out.

"Allen, please don't leave first. Today is a reunion day. We finally got together. Why don't we talk about happy things, such as, what are your New Year's wishes?" Mr. Harris quickly smoothed out.

Daisy looked at her father with interest. Mrs. Harris raised her eyebrows and chopped the red sausage for her little daughter. The little sister Emily stuffed her mouth full of red sausage and ate happily, not paying attention to the little farce.

"I hope that in the new year, I can pass the Auror test." Big brother Albert was the first to respond to his father's call.

"I hope to have a decent robe before work." Daisy was unwilling to fall behind.

"I wish I could have a doll that can speak, sing, and sleep," Emily said immediately.

"Dear, your wishes will come true. Lunn, what about you?" Mr. Harris asked gently.

"There is no doubt that he must have wanted to pass N.E.W.Ts with all the best." Daisy said first.

"No, my wish is to work in the Ministry of Magic after passing N.E.W.Ts with all the best." Lun retorted his sister.

"So Alan, what about you?" Dad looked at Alan.

"His wish is probably to fly higher when jumping long, hahaha..." The sixteen-year-old boy couldn't help but joke with his younger brother.

"No, Allen, Mom hopes you can be safe." Mrs. Harris quickly comforted her.

"I know, mom, I hope everyone can be safe and everything goes well." Allen's heart was warm. He felt that Allen was not ignored, but he was too sensible.

After dinner, Allen lay on the bed and thought in a daze: Whatever the future devil will love, isn’t there a savior? I want to improve my strength and protect my family in the future turmoil.

With the expectation of going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Allen fell asleep.
Chapter completed!