[HP] I was the scroll king at Hogwarts

Chapter 193 February 1982, 1

At four o'clock in the morning on Tuesday, Alice finished her conversation with Dumbledore in the Forbidden Forest. Her exhaustion and what would happen tomorrow made her lose her mind about class.She knocked on the door of Snape's office at 04:30 in the morning, and went straight home after saying "Help with class, I'll catch up on sleep".

And sleeping during the day, especially during the restless day, will always have some strange dreams.Alice dreamed of when she was not a little wizard.

January 1982, 1, East London, England

The Christmas holiday has just ended, and the students of St. Ramsis Secondary School are still immersed in the joy of the holiday, and naturally forget the so-called homework, even though the homework is pitifully small.

"Alice Alice, you must have finished writing, right?"

"Alice, hurry up, arithmetic is too difficult!"

"What about the social survey? Who did the social survey?"

11-year-old children are not yet keenly aware of the state of their companions, especially when their companions deliberately conceal them.As usual, they anxiously and nervously asked Alice Hall, a good student in the class, for homework help.

"I lent Beth the social practice, let me give you the arithmetic first." Alice, as usual, found the thin book of arithmetic problems from the interlayer of the pink schoolbag with the swan pattern.

"Thank you, Alice!" The brown-haired girl showed Alice a sweet smile unique to children, and ran back to her seat in a bouncing manner.Her seat was surrounded by three or four eagerly looking forward to the teenagers and girls. Obviously, they planned to hurry up and finish the homework that should have been done during the holiday.

Tom held his breath, moved slowly behind Alice, and coughed violently while the girl was not paying attention.

"Tom, Mrs. Rice specifically asked me not to copy your homework." Alice replied coldly without raising her head.

"Didn't I say, don't talk about my mother at school." Tom looked around in embarrassment, and was relieved to see that everyone was busy with "study".He's in a period that's unique to kids of his age: not wanting to be seen as a "good baby" who only listens to his parents, even if they are a good baby.

"Mom's purpose is to let me finish my homework, but now whether you copy it for me or not, it can't change the fact that I didn't write my homework. If this is the case, why don't you copy it for me? Anyway, if the teacher finds out, I will also write If you make up your homework, why don't you ask someone else to copy it?" He said plausibly.Although there are many logical loopholes in the words, and the language expression is not very clear, but a bit of future rebellion can be vaguely seen.

If it is an ordinary person, it may be fooled by Tom, but Alice is not an ordinary person.First of all, she knows Tom very well and knows that only by letting Tom be taught a lesson can there be any possibility of repentance.Secondly, she was not in the mood to listen to Tom's nonsense now.

"Tom," Alice said in a low voice, "I might drop out of school in a few days."

"How could it be!" Tom suddenly turned up the volume, and then shut up under the impatient eyes of the surrounding students and Alice's threatening eyes.

Alice put the pencil case on the corner of the table, took out three perfectly sharpened pencils, and placed them neatly and horizontally on the table.Then there are erasers, small rulers and pens. She doesn't seem to be arranging stationery but completing some important ceremony.

Tom held back for a long time and still couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice: "Why? Is it because Mrs. Hall died? You can't stop going to school because of your grandmother's death. Mrs. Hall and my mother will be angry if they find out."

Alice shook her head: "Tuition fees are too expensive, even if there are government subsidies. Even if I barely get through in the first few years, what will I do when I get to the final university? If I drop out now to prepare for university tuition fees, maybe I still have a certain income." Possibility to make enough money.”

That's the perfect ending, scholarship plus a few years of work, it's not out of the question.It's just that Alice also knows that now that the economic situation is so bad and there are so many unemployed people, no shop is willing to take the risk of hiring underage people.And being a newspaper boy earns too little, and the savings left by her grandmother can only support her daily expenses, and it is estimated that she will not be able to save money when she becomes an adult.

"I can..." Tom got stuck in the middle of the sentence.He originally wanted to say that it would be fine to let his mother support Alice in school, but even an 11-year-old child knows that raising a child is not so easy.Recently, the cake shop's business is bad, and Tom's father passed away long ago. Mrs. Rice's life is not easy.

When a young child has his first problem in life, Tom tries to help his best friend, but finds there's nothing he can do.So he chose the most common coping method for most people to face difficulties-evasion.

"Then I'll go find someone else to ask for homework!" He said angrily, and turned around to find Eric, who was the second most popular in the class.

Alice was not sad because of her good friend's departure. All she could think about now was when she would ask the teacher to explain her withdrawal plan.She is inclined to speak today, because today is January 1, and today is her birthday next month.Although it was helpless to drop out of school, Alice suddenly had a strange sense of ritual when it didn't matter.

Fortunately, Alice usually had a good enough impression on the teachers. Even if her mind wandered from time to time in class, the teachers thought she was thinking seriously.

When the bell rang for the last class, Alice stood up abruptly, and was about to go to the office when Tom stopped her.

"You didn't go to see it with those girls?" Tom asked suspiciously.

Only then did Alice realize that within a minute after class ended, she and Tom became the only students left in the classroom.She asked strangely, "Where did everyone go?"

But she soon found out.

"so cute!"

"It's so small, do you want to feed it with milk?"

"How did I hear that you can't feed milk?"

"I want to tell my mother, I want to raise it!"

A group of girls gathered around the flower bed, making surprise calls from time to time.Alice observed for a while, and found that the possibility of squeezing in was not high, so she chose to stand still and wait.

Sure enough, in less than 10 minutes, a teacher came rushing over, and she mentioned the children squatting on the ground one by one: "Your parents are waiting at the door, and now go home immediately."

Unlike the classmates who hurried to the school gate, Alice stood there silently.

"Alice, aren't you going home?" the female teacher asked hesitantly.She knew that Alice's grandmother had passed away, so she didn't say that her parents were waiting at the door.

"Right now!" Alice replied with a smile, "I'll see you later, will you be in the office?"

The female teacher nodded: "I don't get off work until an hour later, you are welcome to talk to me about your concerns."

She thought that Alice was looking for her to tell her the sadness of her grandmother's death. After all, a child of this age who suddenly lost his only relative needed an adult's comfort and reasonable psychological guidance.

The female teacher took one last worried look at Alice and left. Parents were still waiting at the school gate. She had to make sure the students left safely.

Tom didn't know when he also ran home, and Alice was soon left alone in this corner of the campus.

Resisting her excitement, she slowly approached the flower bed: "It's so cute."

The little white cat was born not long ago, and its fur is short and soft.Hearing this, it raised its head slightly and glanced lazily at Alice.

Alice's heart was stabbed again. She looked in her schoolbag and was disappointed to find that there was no food at all except the water glass.

Oh, and there is also a ball of pink wool that was put into the schoolbag for some reason.It took her a while to remember that her grandmother had said in early December that she would knit her a pink scarf.

But it's useless to keep this ball of wool now. Alice, who didn't want to see things and think about others, directly sent the ball of wool to the kitten.

This gift should have been sent to the heart of the kitten. It first jumped onto the ball of wool, then let the ball of wool roll away, and followed up by itself.

Alice was not very satisfied, because in this way, she could only admire the cuteness of the kitten, and could not touch it.

She took out the water glass, poured a full glass of water and put it in front of the kitten: "If you are thirsty, drink it!"

The kitten tilted its head to look at Alice, and drank the water after confirming that she was not malicious.

Alice looked at the kitten whose body was almost buried in the lid of the cup, only the white brain was constantly stirring, and seized the opportunity to extend its evil hand.

"Meow——" the kitten finally let out a cry, whether it was enjoyment or protest, but Alice immediately withdrew her right hand.

On the one hand, she is worried about being scratched by a cat. After all, she has no extra money to go to the hospital for treatment.On the other hand, the time was almost up, and she had to go to the office to explain the dropout before the teacher got off work.

"Goodbye, kitten." Alice turned around sharply.

"Meow—" the kitten replied.

Alice turned around in surprise and found that there was only a single cup lid left on the ground.The little white cat disappeared, along with her ball of pink wool, as if it had never existed.

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"Alice, Alice wake up."

Alice opened her eyes and saw Snape's worried expression.Sleeping during the day can't avoid headaches, she rubbed her temples and asked, "Am I talking in my sleep?"

The clock on the wall showed that it was already twelve noon.Snape should have been worried after the morning class and came back during lunch time.

Snape had a strange expression: "It's impossible to talk about sleep, but..."

"But what?" Alice asked curiously.

"But you've been meowing," Snape gave Alice a deep look. "Do you miss furballs too much?"

"Perhaps," Alice said uncertainly, "maybe it's something you think about every day and dream about at night?"

She wasn't sure if it was just a dream or something real, because she didn't remember seeing a white kitten in middle school.

"If a little wizard who has not awakened magic comes into contact with a magical creature, is it possible to activate the magic power in his body?" Alice asked.

Snape thought for a while and replied: "It's possible that magic power exists in the body itself, and the magic power of little wizards is not stable. It is not uncommon for magic power to erupt after contact with magical creatures."

Alice nodded, and did not continue to discuss the relationship between magic power and age, because they have more important things now.She asked, "What did the principal say? There are still twelve hours..."

Snape was used to Alice changing the subject suddenly from time to time, he patted Alice's head and comforted, "We will win."

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The author has something to say:

All wizards and wizards, Happy Children's Day!

In fact, this chapter is more than that many words.Halfway through the code, the computer was about to run out of battery, so I finished coding the rest of the content on the mobile phone jj manuscript box.The result is saved after the code is finished, and more than 1000 characters disappear directly.Then I tried it a second time, and five hundred characters disappeared again.In short, I shouldn't have delusions about jj's system.