Allen silently put down "Chronicles of Magic in the Last Hundred Years" in his hands, unsure whether to lament that he had arrived in a world on the verge of war, or to rejoice at the opportunity to learn magic. Allen was not a native-born British, but a transmigrator who had just arrived in the Harry Potter world.
Allen, male, born in 1987 into a moderately wealthy family in a fourth-tier city, had strong learning abilities, but due to his playfulness since childhood, his grades were mediocre. He studied hard for a year in his senior year of high school and was admitted to the mathematics department of a key national normal university. After graduation, he smoothly became a high school math teacher with a secure job.
In his seventh year of teaching, leveraging his intelligence and seven years of experience, he developed effective learning methods, enabling his top-performing senior class to far surpass the regular classes and nearly match the elite classes in the college entrance examination.
Allen's brilliant life came to a halt on his journey to buy a house.
Driving the car his parents had sponsored for him during his first year of teaching, humming a tune, even the loudest music couldn't express the surging excitement in his heart.
The snowstorm outside couldn't dampen his burning desire for a new home.
Unexpectedly, disaster struck while he was sitting in the car.
A huge dump truck suddenly cut across from his left, and in excruciating pain, Allen lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, Allen was no longer the same Allen.
Alan should be grateful that when the school and the bank partnered to issue teacher appreciation cards, he followed the trend and purchased personal accident insurance, with his parents as the beneficiaries.
He should be grateful that Allen had a younger brother, ensuring his parents wouldn't be destitute in their old age after their grief.
And most importantly, he should be grateful that he still had the opportunity to live!
The past is gone, focus should be on the present.
The student Ding Allen transmigrated into was also named Allen, but his name was Allen Harris.
The original Allen was extremely mischievous. He threw away his own children's flying broomstick and secretly rode his older brother's, resulting in a fatal fall. His soul was then merged with that of the current Allen. Although he felt his thinking was somewhat childish due to the memories of the original and the hormonal changes of his younger self, he thankfully hadn't lost his memories of the Harry Potter series from before his transmigration.
Allen returned home in a daze, spending some time in a daze. Fortunately, his parents in this life thought he was embarrassed by his head injury and didn't pay much attention to his unusual behavior.
After all, there were so many things to do, so many children to care for…
"Allen, come down for dinner!" a gentle female voice called out.
Allen closed his book on the table, took a few deep breaths, and encouraged himself.
"Come on, most teachers are good at acting, even though they usually deal with students." Having merged with his predecessor's soul, he had acquired all of the younger Allen's memories and emotions, and was confident he could successfully conceal it.
With the creaking of the stairs, the voice rang out again: "Allen, go wash your hands, your father should be back soon."
Alan's father, Owen Harris, worked in the Allen's of Magical Accidents and Disasters at the Ministry of Magic. The Department was divided into three divisions: the Accident Reversal Team, the Memory Deletion Command, and the Muggle Problems Mediation Committee. Owen had always wanted to join the Memory Deletion Command, believing he was particularly skilled in forgetting magic.
However, the reality was that he was on the Muggle Problems Mediation Committee, and he didn't think his persuasive skills were sufficient to convince Muggles to accept their incredible magical accidents, such as Sirius Black's destruction of an entire street eight years ago.
Over time, Owen's use of forgetting spells became increasingly refined, but having to write reports to the Memory Deletion Command after each spell was a major headache for him.
"I'm back. This weather is absolutely terrible. We had to separate two men wrestling in the open park in this blizzard. The wizard was trying to use a love potion on a Muggle girl, but her father accidentally took it instead. Then he dropped his wand in the fight. Merlin, that old Muggle was much stronger than the wizard… Oh, thank you, Daisy."
Owen took the large brush from his eldest daughter Daisy and brushed the snow off his clothes.
"I need to talk to Fudge again. I'm fed up with having to use the Forgetfulness Charm almost every time I'm not in the Memory Deletion Department and having to write reports."
"Owen, have some hot tea."
Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris gestured with her wand, and a steaming cup of black tea landed precisely on the table.
As a staff member at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, although she only worked in the waiting room, as a member of the Rosier family, she had a good upbringing. Her healing magic was excellent; she could heal ordinary injuries without using a wand.
But her family could offer her little help. The era of Grindelwald and Voldemort's rise to power had decimated the family, whose members had followed two generations of Dark Lords through the ages. The last male surviving member in England was Rosier—Evan Rosier, a Death Eater who was killed a year before Voldemort's downfall. This forced the ancient family to pay substantial, both overt and covert, fines to survive the ordeal.
Morgan le Fay also had an elderly cousin, Druella Rosier, with whom she disliked each other. She was married to Signas Black, Sirius and Regulus's uncle, and it was rumored that he was in poor health; the healers at St. Mungo's Hospital privately predicted he wouldn't live much longer.
"Mother, calling Allen down for dinner, is that really necessary?"
her second son, Len Harris, grumbled, tapping the table with his parchment.
A year ago, Len successfully achieved 12 excellent grades in NEWTs, gaining entry into the Ministry of Magic as a member of the Department of Magical Creatures Control. He is currently still in his on-the-job training period, so he has quite a bit of free time.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I've gotten used to it at the hospital, you know, those patients are always in a daze."
The plump witch shook her golden hair and spoke gently to her most beloved son.
"Allen, go wash your hands!" Turning her head, Mrs. Harris spotted Allen already seated in a chair.
Unable to argue, Alan immediately ran to the sink and turned on the tap.
Suddenly, a piercing voice rang in his ears: "Sloppy, sloppy!"
Looking up abruptly, Allen realized it was the mirror on the wall screaming.
While frantically smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes, Alan mused, "Perhaps a magic mirror is standard equipment in ordinary families in the magical world!"
Returning to his seat, he found all seven family members already seated, something unusual at this table.
"Thanks to Christmas, we are all together today, it's truly a joy!" Mr. Harris raised his glass, speaking kindly.
The eldest son, Albert, also raised his glass, clinking it with his father's; he was the only one allowed to drink.
Albert currently worked at the Ministry of Magic's Auror Command, a calm and reliable individual.
The second son, Len, solemnly took a sip of sea buckthorn juice, as if he were savoring a fine wine.
The eldest sister, Daisy, smiled at her younger sister, Emily, who was greedily eyeing the plump roast chicken on the table.
"What a loving family,"
Alan thought, feeling happy to be part of such a family.
He was the fourth child in the family. Unlike his older brothers and sisters, who were highly valued, or his younger sister Emily, who was pampered by the whole family, and unlike his second brother, who was always serious and eager to show off his intelligence, Allen was usually very low-key. Apart from being a little mischievous at times, he wasn't particularly bright and was quite ordinary. However, he was a good listener in the family.
"We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to stock up on some supplies," Mrs. Harris said.
The second brother, Len, immediately stopped eating. "Mom, I need a new pair of dragonskin gloves and some potion ingredients."
"Len, your dragonskin gloves are corroded again?" Mrs. Harris looked at her usually excellent second son in disbelief.
Len pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
"Mom, Len's concentration always gets distracted when he's making potions for magical creatures, that's why his gloves get corroded," Daisy seized the opportunity to complain to her mother, then made a face at Len, making his eyebrows furrow.
"I'm finished!" Allen interrupted his mother's impending roar, and quickly stuffed the rest of his food into his mouth.
"Allen, don't go yet. Today is a day for family reunion. We've finally managed to get together, so let's talk about happy things, like what your New Year's wishes are," Mr. Harris quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over.
Mrs. Harris raised an eyebrow and chopped up some roast chicken for her younger daughter.
Little Emily, her mouth full, was happily eating and completely oblivious to the little commotion.
"I hope I can pass the Auror test in the new year," her older brother Albert answered his father's call first.
"I hope I can have a decent robe before I start working," Daisy chimed in.
"I hope I can have a talking, singing doll that can have tea parties with me," Emily added. "My old doll Annabelle ran away."
"My dears, your wishes will come true. Len, what about you?" Mr. Harris asked gently.
"Without a doubt, he'll want a pair of dragonskin gloves that won't break," Daisy said quickly.
"No, my wish is to pass my internship as soon as possible and become a full-fledged employee of the Ministry of Magic," Len retorted to his sister.
"And what about you, Allen?" Dad looked at Allen.
"His wish is probably that when he rides a broomstick in flying class, he can reach a height where his head doesn't rub against the ground!" Lenn couldn't help but tease his younger brother.
"No, Allen, Mom hopes you'll be safe and sound," Mrs. Harris quickly reassured him.
"I know, Mom, I hope everyone is safe and sound, and that everything goes well." After dinner, Allen lay in bed, half-asleep, thinking :
Let the future Demon King do whatever he wants, isn't there still a savior? I need to improve my strength so that in the future turmoil, I can try to accept and protect my new family.
With anticipation for going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Allen drifted off to sleep.
(End of Chapter)