[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 2

I wear it.

I looked at the walls of the Leaky Cauldron and was convinced of that.

My name is Irina Evans. I forgot my real name, so I’ll just call it this for now. I started working at the Leaky Cauldron today, trying to save as much money as possible to pay off my debts.

Responsible for washing cups at the bar.

I’ve had butter beer, it’s too sweet and greasy, but the feeling of a layer of cream spread on the cup is still very happy. I can’t pull flowers, and I can’t do anything else, which is to wash cups.

I don’t understand why manpower is required in this magical world.

I’m not child labor, I’m 21 years old – I told Professor McGonagall about this later, and she looked at me strangely. head.

“Yes, Miss Evans, I feel that way too.”

“What does it feel like to be twenty-one?”

“You’re not eleven, or, in other words, your name appeared on the Hogwarts list two days ago, and the age indicated is twenty-one.”

“Then why…”

“We felt compelled to take a look at this somewhat strange development, but when we met you, you were indeed an eleven-year-old, but an eleven-year-old girl with no soul.”

Professor McGonagall showed a slightly gentle smile as if feeling something: “But after you bought Mr. Ronnie, the soul you lacked came back. The cat raccoon can travel through space and bring good luck, He brought your soul back.”

So, what the **** am I, who lived to twenty-one in that world?

When I thought about this, I couldn’t help rolling the “elegant white eyes” in Ji You’s mouth when I was washing the cup, and then John saw it.

I was deducted from my salary, day.

Sometimes I think this boss is really stingy, and sometimes I think this guy is really generous.

I don’t have to wash my cups at night, I just sit in my room and read my textbooks. I am now proficient in both English and Chinese as well as spoken Japanese – the latter is the reason for my overwatch. The textbooks are really interesting, although I have already read a lot of knowledge.

I said that I am a fan of HP’s brain, and I have seen everything, including the “Quidditch Trace” that has really been published, and I have also seen the Chinese version.

By the way, I worked part-time these two days and bought a second-hand copy of “Hogwarts, A History of the School”, which looked really good. Then if…

Then, I’m fine, I just stay like this, occasionally go to Diagon Alley, borrow some second-hand books with the small amount of money, and buy two of the cheapest promotional notebooks. I don’t really care about this, as long as it works.

Occasionally write some notes, do a little record, it is already September 1st.

This time I really want to take the car. When I was at Universal Studios in Oran, I returned from Horsmod to King’s Cross Station. When I came back, I could see the twins flying by the window.

How good they are still alive.

How can I save the one who has already been destined for me, who has been spoiled…you?

When checking out of the Leaky Cauldron, John took me to the station, looked at me strangely, but waved me goodbye.

“You can come here in the summer vacation if you want.”

“You are so old, don’t think about having such a lovely daughter as me.”

“…”

I got a knock on the head, but it still feels good.

At this time, I really want to say a dog, but in view of the world, it is better not to say such ambiguous words.

I’m at King’s Cross, walking past the magic wall that blocks the normal station and nine and three-quarters. My Mr. Ronnie was pulling on my shoulders, looking like a small brain axe.

Well, little tiger.

I stuffed all the clothes, underwear and coats in my suitcase. It was too cold. It is said that there is such a thing as a warming spell, so I felt at ease.

As for which college to go to, I don’t pick.

I found an empty carriage and sat in it. I stuffed the suitcase first, and when I turned around, I saw a boy with a stunned look on his face. The expression on my face even made me think of the interjection “Wow”.

“It’s so heavy, you can do it alone?”

“very light.”

I didn’t say much, and in my schoolbag was the book “Elementary Contact and Prevention of Dark Magic” that I had left to the last. Looking at the boy’s expression softened a little: “I have no one here.”

“Oh that’s great, my brother and I, I mean, can the two of us sit here?”

“Can.”

I took the book out and put it on my lap, looked at the identical twins, nodded, and…

And then need to say it? What else can I do besides swiping the screen in my heart? But I’m an adult anyway. As an old man [the spelling is correct], I should keep my face straight, and then smile and say it’s nice to meet you…

Come on, that’s what I said just now, a spoiler, how to save…

Forget it, I accept my fate.

The twins are very active, they just talk to themselves when I ignore them, and sometimes they even call some people over. But they didn’t ignore me completely, they still talked to me.

“You love reading so much, you must go to Ravenclaw.”

“I don’t like Ravenclaw.”

I turned a page, glanced up at him, and sighed, “I want to go to Hufflepuff.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s comfortable.”

Because it’s comfortable, because the people there are nice, and because I like quiet places.

Or, because of me, home.

Maintaining a relationship is a very tiring thing. I am just an ordinary nerd. The only person who can be called a friend in my life is my friend, Jiyou, and…

Maybe only there can accommodate me.

But I won’t say these, I looked down at the two brothers and smiled: “You should be Gryffindor.”

“Oh yes, brave Gryffindor. But I haven’t asked your name yet.”

“Irina, Irina Evans.”

I happened to finish reading the new chapter, glanced at Mr. Ronnie who was sleeping beside him and said, “This is Mr. Ronnie.”

“Fred, George.”

“Hello.”

I don’t know why I was born with the ability to tell twins apart, it’s not very useful, it seems to me that the difference between the twins is very big, but it’s nothing to brag about.

When I was in junior high school, there were four pairs of twins in my class. One of them was in our class and the other was in the other class. I could tell them apart. As for now…

Estimated.

I had occasional chats with the twins all the way to Hogwarts, but it seemed to me that Fred was more interested in me than George – whoever said the twins had to be the same, they were obviously quite different.

When I got to Hogwarts, I looked up at the castle, and when I heard Mr. Ronnie scream softly, I suddenly felt a sore nose.

I want to cry.

The author has something to say:

Seriously, I always felt like I had a special knack for identifying twins. In junior high school, there were three pairs of twins in our class and the next class, all of whom were brothers or sisters in our class, and the older brother or sister in the next class, and then I was able to separate them out super smoothly. My parents’ colleague also has a pair of really identical twins, and I’ll never be wrong in distinguishing these two sisters very clearly. [It feels like a useless skill

The male lead… I don’t know who the male lead is, maybe they don’t even talk about love? ╮(￣▽￣”)╭ Anyway, enjoy the magical world