"What are you?"

Brian lost some surprise and fearful thoughts, and had more curiosity.

"It's impolite to have such a problem," the diary said, "This is a diary of a wizard during his student days."

"Then are you useful?" Bryan wrote.

"Maybe I can help you solve your confusion to a certain extent, but in fact, I hope you can treat me as a friend."

"But you don't seem so trustworthy."

"It's true, everyone will tell you: Never believe anything that can think independently unless you can find where it's brain. But in fact, I'm like a photo, just a long-lasting memory. I really hope someone can talk to me for many years."

"Oh, then I can chat with you."

"It's really good, so, can you tell me your name first? This is the most basic politeness."

"Please allow me to refuse." Brian's mouth curled up, thinking of his name in his mind, and wrote in beautiful fonts, "I'm afraid you will be using evil curse on me."

"Okay, I don't have any strength. However, I can still give you some advice on some things, such as learning."

"Oh? Do you still know knowledge?"

"I said that I am a long-lasting memory. Because I have poured my feelings into it, I naturally know a lot of knowledge. Of course, this was only made by a sixteen-year-old boy, so you don't have to expect how profound I can reach."

"That's pretty good, I'm about to go to Hogwarts second grade."

"I think I have mastered my studies well in the lower grades. I used to study at Hogwarts, and I miss it there very much."

"To be honest, I like it too. Of course, if the school can refuse to recruit mud breeds, it would be the perfect place." Brian thought for a moment and wrote.

"Hogwarts is still recruiting Mudbank? Who is the current principal?"

"Yes, it's really bad. I have to learn with those guys." Brian's mouth was filled with a playful smile. "The current principal is Albus Dumbledore, and people say he is the greatest wizard in the world today. Actually, I don't like him very much."

"Then... the great wizard, is there no one else?"

"No matter what, Dumbledore is indeed the most dazzling one in this era. No one can compete with him, even though he is old."

"When I was studying at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was still a professor of transformation. When I was created, the Dark King Grindelwald's reputation was at its peak."

"Yes, but that's all the past. Grindelwald was the first Dark Lord, and he was defeated by Dumbledore in 1945 and was imprisoned in the highest tower in Newmongad."

"The first? Is there a second Dark Lord?" Tom's handwriting seemed a little sloppy.

"Yes, the second Dark Lord, oh, we dare not mention his name. He protects our pure blood interests and leads the Death Eaters to be determined to drive those muddy species out of the magic world and let the wizards be the masters of the Muggles!" Brian wrote playfully.

"It's a pity that he fell eleven years ago and was defeated by a newborn baby!" Brian paused slightly and wrote.

"A newborn baby?" Tom's handwriting was distorted, and he was obviously a little doubtful if he had been fooled.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter, the boy who survived the disaster. The Dark Lord killed his parents, but for some reason, he was defeated by a baby and never appeared again."

"This... is a dramatic scene." Tom was obviously doubting his life. If the boy's mind hadn't proved that what he said was true, he would never believe it.

"Yes, it's a pity. My father used to be his follower, but he was almost sent to Azkaban. Harry Potter is still my classmate. People say he is the nemesis of the Dark Lord. But to be honest, I really didn't find anything special about him."

Brian changed his writing and continued to write: "But last semester, Harry Potter once again defeated the Dark King's plan, and his servant failed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone."

"…Can you please take me to Hogwarts? I can't wait to go back and take a look."

"Of course, I'm happy to serve."

Brian closed the diary gently and showed a faint smile.

...

The holiday time passed in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day to start school.

"Brian, with these clothes, I'm a little smaller last year, so I don't have to wear them anymore." Mrs. Fley customized more than a dozen black robes for Brian and stuffed them into the infinitely extended bag.

"Oh, by the way, there are some candies here, you can take them with you." She stuffed several large boxes of candies in.

"Check it out, parchment, quill pen, textbook, broom...yes, there's no problem." Mrs. Fley checked it over and over again, "Oh, I always feel like something is missing, I have to check it out again."

"If you miss it, you can send the owl over." Brian sighed softly.

"Hold it, pocket money." Mr. Fly handed Brian a bag of coins. Brian took apart and glanced, and on the contrary, there were thousands of gold Gallons.

"We are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village," Brian shook his head, "and I have a lot of Gallons."

"For the first time I've heard of anyone who dislikes having too much pocket money." Mr. Fley blinked, "Take it with you, sometimes it can be used. It's better to find a little girlfriend..."

He put his head close to Brian and said in a subtle voice that Mrs. Fly wouldn't hear, "A creature like a girlfriend is very expensive."

"Don't think I can't hear what you're talking about, Albert," said Mrs. Fley in a plain tone.

"Oh, of course, only such a girlfriend is more cherished and a real treasure." Mr. Fley coughed lightly.

"By the way, is it too early for me to find a girlfriend now?" Brian asked in confusion.

"Not early at all, Brian," said Mr. Foley, "when I was as old as me..."

"When you were as old as you?" Mrs. Fley raised her tone slightly, her blue eyes staring straight at him.

"Ahem... I was deeply fascinated by your mother when I was as old as me." Mr. Fley looked at Mr. Fley with a black eyes full of expression and said, "I have never seen a charming girl like your mother. I really regret that I didn't muster up the courage to confess to her at that time."

Mrs. Fley's face turned slightly red, and she turned around and went to check things again. Brian saw her accidentally knocking a teacup over.

"Huh--" Mr. Fry breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and blinked at Brian.

Brian shook his head funny.

They came to Kings Cross Station together, and time was tight. They walked through the partition between the ninth and tenth platforms and arrived at the ninth and three-quarters of the platform.

The crimson Hogwarts Express train was parked next to the platform, and the thick smoke of the steam locomotive swayed in the air. The platform was filled with chattering crowds, and cats of all kinds were shuttled under their feet, and the owls twitched with piercing sounds.

"Ahem...oh, I really hate Muggle things." Mr. Fley looked at the train lane with dissatisfaction, "a big, heavy bump of iron, polluting the air."

"It's true that polluted air is polluted." Brian smiled.

"Brian, will you go home this Christmas?" Mrs. Fley whispered.

"That depends on the situation, mom." Brian said seriously, "I'm not sure if there will be something happening then."

"Okay, the older you get, the less adorable it is." Mrs. Fley frowned slightly, "How sticky you were when you were a child..."

"Well, okay, it's time for me to get on the train, mom, goodbye, and dad." Brian waved his hand and quickly walked onto the train.

"Goodbye." The couple waved their hands and watched Brian disappear into the train.

Brian searched along the aisle for empty cars, but unfortunately they were mostly occupied. He saw Draco, Crabbe and Goll sitting in a car, next to Brees Shabini, who was sitting in the seat with a cold face, talking nonstop. Draco raised an eyebrow at Brian.
Chapter completed!