Chapter 351 That Magnificent World

Dumbledore unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

In the first half, Zhang Xiao talked about his summer vacation plan - driving a Ferrari sports car to travel all over England.

Dumbledore was not sure what a Ferrari sports car was, but he thought it might be the flying broom of the Muggles.

In the letter, Zhang Xiao also frankly said that he had used the Confusion Charm a little bit.

When buying a car and when the documents were needed.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. He did not think that Zhang Xiao should not use magic. In fact, he never opposed the use of magic by young wizards.

He just opposed the disorderly use of magic. Dumbledore had absolute confidence in Zhang's self-control.

Dumbledore was deeply pleased with Zhang Xiao's summer decision. Going around the scenery, chatting with the little witch and taking a ride, this is what a young wizard of this age should do.

The letter also wrote about his chat with Hermione, such as the role of the wand and suggesting that Hermione practice wandless casting.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up slightly. The ban on the use of magic during the summer vacation has been in place for many years, but few young wizards can really use this ban as another opportunity to practice.

"It's a good idea to force yourself to leave the wand and practice wandless spellcasting."

Dumbledore suddenly thought of his own 'wonderful idea', but he hadn't finished reading the letter yet, so he continued to read it.

The following content gradually became serious, and Dumbledore's eyes stayed on a paragraph in the letter for a long time.

The wise old man in the East asked Zhang to participate in the Goblet of Fire?

It takes at least one day for the letter to arrive here. It seems that the old man in the East is more certain than himself that the Goblet of Fire will be held?

Is it the fortune-telling in the Eastern legend? Dumbledore has studied Chinese for so long and knows a lot about some traditional cultures.

As for whether Dongfang can participate, this should not be a question.

Dumbledore thought about it, pulled over a piece of parchment, and began to write back to Zhang Xiao.

"Zhang, I have received your letter. I am very happy that you can have the summer vacation you want."

"So if you meet the right person during your journey, you can give it a try.

Albus Dumbledore."

Zhang Xiao sat in the hotel restaurant and pulled out the napkin stuffed in his collar. In short, this breakfast looks very high-end.

But the taste... is not in line with the Chinese taste.

He picked up the parchment again. Not to mention that the conservative and backward society of wizards is a perfect match with the atmosphere of this hotel.

The quality of the parchment is very good. This is not the current industrial sulfuric acid paper, but real parchment.

It glows faintly in the sun, and the writing of the quill pen presents rich colors on the parchment.

Dumbledore also communicated with him about some recent events and admitted that the Goblet of Fire event is about to be held.

These are not the main points, because I already knew it. The main point is the following paragraph.

"Zhang, the scale of the Goblet of Fire this time is unprecedentedly grand. You are right. With the development of Muggles, the risk of exposure to the wizarding world is getting stronger and stronger.

I think you can also write some short stories. If you meet the right person, just like I said, give it a try.

It's always good to try more."

Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead with a complicated look. He never expected that the final implementer of Dumbledore's novel plan was still himself.

In a sense, he might be the most suitable person in the world to do this.

Not only the plot, but even who to find.

Dumbledore is really-a good judge of people!

After drinking the coffee, Zhang Xiao stood up and asked for a map from the front desk.

If I remember correctly, Aunt Luo should be in Leeds or Edinburgh now.

I looked at the map for a while, measured the distance, and converted it according to the scale. It was about 300 kilometers.

It's only about 4 hours, very fast, let's go!

(Note: The following content is composed of interviews and real experiences of Aunt Rowling herself, with artistic adaptations but no exaggeration)

Rowling sat at a table at the back of the cafe, looking out the window with sorrow.

The leaden sky was covered with thick dark clouds, and the rain was drizzling. It was summer, but it felt chilly when it fell on her body.

Rowling felt that the scene in front of her was like her own situation, gray, gloomy, and without any hope.

The clerk at the counter stood on tiptoe and looked in her direction. Rowling hurriedly lowered her head and wrote and drew on the paper, pretending to be busy.

The cheapest coffee next to her was already cold, but she didn't dare to let the clerk come over, for fear of hearing some embarrassing words.

This is not something that has never happened before. She has been to many coffee shops in Edinburgh.

The reason why she chose this innermost and darkest seat is because only this kind of seat is not easy to be driven away.

If you sit near the window, if you don't order, the professional-looking waiters will come over and politely chase you away.

Rowling sighed, took a sip of the cold coffee, and didn't dare to drink more.

Her mother died of multiple sclerosis two years ago.

She finally got over the pain and entered the marriage hall with her boyfriend, but she didn't expect that only a year later, the true nature of the "soulmate" she thought she had was exposed.

Domestic violence and quarrels followed one after another. Even when her daughter Jessica was only 4 months old, her husband, the daughter's father, actually threw them on the street and left.

Without a job and in poverty, when Rowling brought her daughter back to the UK alone, she found that she was suffering from depression.

Alas.

Jessica was only one year old. What should she do? The relief she just applied for was only $15 a day.

Rowling turned her pen and stared at the sky blankly. The child was too young, so she had to stay and take care of the child.

This almost cut off the possibility of all normal work, and the only thing she could do was some freelance work.

For example, writing?

Rowling suddenly remembered a journey she had taken before, which was a journey from Manchester to London, probably at the end of August.

At King's Cross Station, she saw a thin, black-haired, bespectacled little boy pushing a cart alone, with a snow-white owl on it.

The little boy's luggage was not packed properly, and his black robe was exposed outside. Rowling also helped.

Wizard?

She smiled and began to write and draw on the paper.

Zhang Xiao stood on the street holding a black umbrella, looking around.

The 1990s was the last glory of the corner shops in Britain. There were rows of small shops everywhere, meeting people's daily needs.

The rain hit the black umbrella and made a dull "tick-tock" sound. This was the third block he had looked for.

Zhang Xiao had never felt that it was so difficult to find someone before.

The convenience of the Internet in later generations was fully reflected at this moment.

About Aunt Rowling, he only remembered a small part of the words, such as it was written in a British cafe, it seemed to be in Leeds or Edinburgh.

Living in poverty, needing relief to maintain life.

Then it was gone

Even the phone book method commonly used in foreign blockbusters was useless.

Aunt Rowling was so poor that she could hardly afford to eat, how could she have the money to install a phone!

The most inconspicuous message that came in handy in the end was actually the most inconspicuous message - applying for relief subsidies.

Still using magic to clear the way, Zhang Xiao successfully made the staff of the City Hall think that he was the senior police chief of Scotland Yard.

Responsible for investigating a "desperate serial robbery against poor relief workers."

As for why the bad guys robbed the relief workers who couldn't even get 10 pounds from their bodies, it can only be said that the Confusion Spell cannot completely follow the user's intention.

It relies more on the imagination of the confused person.

Fortunately, Aunt Rowling's application was made not long ago, and it only took a moment for the female staff of the City Hall to find what Zhang Xiao wanted in the file.

"Joanna Rowling-single mother, raising a one-year-old child alone, unable to work, depression.

Meets the relief standards."

Through the application file, Zhang Xiao found the address, which was in a low-rent house in Edinburgh.

But when he came to the door, the house was empty. The manager of the low-rent house said that the child was sent to the care center today.

Because today is the day when Joanna receives behavioral treatment for depression.

Based on her handsome appearance and a thank-you fee of 100 pounds, the female administrator told Joanna's story in extra detail.

It also provides an important message.

That is, Joanna will come back very late, because her daughter Jessica is well taken care of in the care center, and there will be enough milk powder and food.

If Joanna picks her up early, the food will not be as good as the food in the care center.

In order to save money, Joanna will find a coffee shop to stay until late after the treatment.

As for which coffee shop, it depends on luck.

In short, the future wealthy Aunt Luo is now at the lowest point in her life.

Zhang Xiao looked around, locked a coffee shop, and walked over.

"Dinglingling~" The pleasant sound of wind chimes rang.

Joanna instinctively raised her head and looked at the door, and saw a black-haired boy in a T-shirt and jeans folding an umbrella like a magic trick.

It was just a fold and put, and the umbrella disappeared magically. Was her eyes blurry?

Then she saw the boy casually looking at her, and Joanna hurriedly lowered her head, praying that the clerk would not notice this.

"Sir, what do you need?"

Zhang Xiao retracted his gaze from the corner, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved upwards.

"Latte, two cups, and the other cup is for that lady."

Zhang Xiao gestured to Joanna in the corner.

The clerk stretched his head and took a look, and said in surprise:

"Are you a friend of that lady?"

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing, but she often comes alone, sits all day, and looks very depressed."

The clerk smiled embarrassedly and handed over the receipt and change.

Zhang Xiao pushed the change back: "Tips!"

Looking at the tip that was higher than the price of the coffee, the clerk's smile couldn't help but become more enthusiastic.

Rejecting the clerk's delivery, Zhang Xiao walked slowly to the booth where Joanna was with double the coffee, pulled out the chair in her surprised eyes, and said with a smile:

"Hello, Ms. Joanna.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, Joanna shrank back cautiously and crossed her arms, which is a gesture of resistance and alertness in psychology.

Who is he? Why does he know my name? Was it someone that my ex-husband, a jerk, brought in?

In a short moment, Joanna's brain started to work at a very fast speed, and she felt more and more that it might be someone that her ex-husband, a journalist, brought in.

Maybe he is still hiding in the corner and quietly pointing his camera at this place. What does he want to get?

Get some evidence of his relationship with other men so that he can use it in the lawsuit?

But the person he can find is not a little too small?

And I am penniless, what can I get?

Jessica!

Joanna's eyes widened, and she felt that she had found the truth. The domestic violence man wanted the custody of Jessica!

No, when she thought of handing her lovely daughter to that Portuguese domestic violence man, Joanna's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't even think about it!"

She trembled, grabbed the paper and pen in front of her, and hurriedly stuffed them into her shabby shoulder bag, and wanted to leave.

Zhang Xiao looked at Aunt Luo's changing expression blankly, and suddenly said, "Don't even think about it," and then stood up and was about to leave.

No, what did I do?

Isn't it just a greeting?

But seeing that Joanna had already stood up, the movement here also aroused the curiosity of the clerk, Zhang Xiao had to raise his hand and snap his fingers crisply.

This snap seemed to have magical power.

Joanna was horrified to find that she could not move, and the air around her body seemed to have become something fixed, firmly clamping herself in the middle.

"Another use of the deceleration and shock-stopping spell is very convenient if used well. The disadvantage is that there must be an object to cast it, otherwise it can form an invisible ladder-like thing when used against the air."

Zhang Xiao put down his hand leisurely and made an invitation gesture:

"I have no ill intentions, can you please have a good chat?"

Joanna suddenly felt that she could move again. When she was about to scream, she found that the boy in front of her looked helpless, and raised his hand again, ready to snap his fingers.

She immediately covered her mouth and instinctively wanted to leave, but for some reason, Joanna felt a sense of grievance and stubbornness in her heart.

Life is already so bad, how much worse can it be?

As if she was angry, Joanna sat back, picked up the coffee that Zhang Xiao had just brought over, drank it all, and then looked at him demonstratively with a circle of coffee foam.

Zhang Xiao felt a little ridiculous. Indeed, he could come to Joanna's side without anyone noticing and pour everything he knew into her.

But Zhang Xiao wanted to talk to this lady who had always insisted, the mother of Harry Potter.

He looked at Joanna. Compared with the future JK Rowling, who was graceful and confident, Joanna in front of him was younger.

But she looked older, and the fatigue that could not be concealed was hanging on her face. The dark circles under her eyes showed that she had not rested well recently.

In addition to stubbornness, there was also despair and helplessness in the blue eyes.

Yes, if she hadn't been lucky enough to apply for relief, she and Jessica would have starved to death.

Zhang Xiao pondered for a while and thought it would be better to start with a small talk.

He made a writing gesture and asked curiously:

"Just now I seemed to see you writing something, is it creation?"

"Yes, what did that bastard tell you? To rob my manuscript? After all, he has robbed it once."

Joanna opened her shabby satchel roughly and poured the contents on the table.

In addition to a lipstick with peeling paint, a few coins, and some documents, there were the papers stuffed in.

Besides that, there was nothing else.

"But he may be disappointed. Thanks to him, I have been treating depression and have not written anything."

Zhang Xiao looked at a stick figure of a little boy on the paper, with messy hair, round glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

The drawing was very rough, just a little better than a stick figure, but Zhang Xiao still recognized who this person was at a glance.

His good friend Harry Potter.

So even without me, Rowling would have eventually taken this path?

Zhang Xiao suddenly felt much more relaxed, and he even wanted to laugh, so he really laughed.

"Hahahahahahahaha——"

Joanna looked at the boy in front of her in horror, and even felt that his mental illness might be more serious than hers. She hesitated again whether she should run away quickly.

But she didn't notice that even with such a loud laugh, the clerk not far away seemed to have heard nothing, and still stole a look at Fashion Magazine.

"Sorry, I just suddenly felt a little happy."

Zhang Xiao stopped laughing, but the arc of his mouth still reflected his joy.

After thinking about it, he raised his hand again and said with a smile:

"Ms. Joanna, are you ready to enter a magnificent world you have never seen before?"

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If I attribute Rowling's writing of Harry Potter to the instillation of memory in the protagonist, it would be the greatest disrespect.

So Aunt Luo, come on!