The holiday seemed to pass in an instant, and the time slipped away quickly as the rest of the time Luke was immersed in delving into his magic books.

Judging by the performance of the first year young wizards in the original episode, Luke reckoned that his theoretical knowledge of magical spells should have far surpassed that of almost all of them, presumably with the exception of Miss Know-It-All.

He hadn't been able to purchase a wand of his own, though, and little wizards were legally forbidden from casting spells at will that would be traced by Tracey, although that rule was basically as good as a nullity for pureblood families with adult wizards present around them, and Luke thought that it actually allowed the children of the wizarding families to have more practice time with their magical spells than muggle-born children.

Silent spellcasting and wandless spellcasting were too difficult for first years to be mastered by a young wizard like himself who had never even held a wand, and apparently he himself was not currently born with the ability to cast spells with precision and without a wand, like Voldemort and Bellatrix's now unborn illegitimate daughter, Delphie Riddle - -The girl, alias 'TheAugurey' (卜鸟) was born in Malfoy Manor in March 1998 before the Battle of Hogwarts, and didn't attend Hogwarts because of her illness, but her inheritance from Voldemort's bloodline has made her highly skilled in spellcasting, and in one-on-one situations, the older Harry Potter, who was also an Auror in her teens, is no match for her at all. Additionally, she was a Snitch Cavity and could fly through the air without tools just like Voldemort.

"Luke, hurry up, come down for breakfast, don't be late."

Interrupted from his thoughts by his mother's call, Luke quickly loaded up his textbooks, adjusted his attire from underwear to the public school uniform of the small Whinging district, and cleaned up again, Luke quickly straightened himself out and thumped down the stairs.

Finishing off a glass of milk, in a dense haze, Luke gripped a slice of bread and prepared to head out the door with his backpack in anticipation of colliding with a female albino transfer student with blue hair.

"Wait Luke, I'm leaving with you today." Albert appeared and called out to Luke.

Luke gripped the slice of bread back into his hand and raised an eyebrow, "Huh, why isn't father driving me today?"

"Father had some impromptu commitments, so I'll be driving today." Albert, with a mysterious smile, grabbed Luke's arm after a moment, Luke felt as if his arm was going to be shaken off from his elder brother's hand, but then the other party gripped it even more firmly, and he found that his surroundings had become colourful, he felt strong squeezes from all directions, and he couldn't get any air at all, and it was as if his chest was being tightened by a few iron hoops.

Luke felt his eyeballs being squeezed back into his head, his eardrums being pressed deeper into his skull, and then he took a huge gulp of the cold, fresh morning air and opened his watering eyes - it seemed to him that he had just been squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube.

"Sorry Luke, at least this is much easier isn't it" Albert shrugged releasing his brother.

"Albert you bastard! I'm not used to my entourage manifesting!" Breathing heavily against the dizziness, Luke found himself being led by his older brother straight to an isolated part of his school using phantom shifting.

"If you want to play Quidditch in the future, trying to get used to it will help you fly on your broom as well... so I have a bit of a head start, don't worry it's still early for your lessons, you'll be on your own for a while to recover." Albert reassured his brother perfunctorily before turning and buggering off.

Taking a moment to realise that the slices of bread he had just held in his hand had been more than parted and scattered about, Luke realised with some bereavement that he was going to be hungry in the morning.

Just then, "Potter must be hiding in the loo, get two men and find him! Let him try out our new gloves."

Four or five bear-built boys smelling of stinking sweat and carrying the distinctive body odour of pubescent boys ran past Luke and

Suddenly they came running back with a vengeance, "Yo, what are you doing standing here stupid?" It was brown-haired Pierre, a close friend of Harry Potter's cousin Derek Dursley.

"Oh, I was watching a couple of fat pigs race for a run." Luke shrugged and shot back easily with his hands in the trouser pockets of his school uniform.

"Where are the pigs?" Pierre and Dally looked left and right and then it dawned on them again, "Boy, you tricked me, didn't you!"

"Harris, are you looking for a beating?" Dally held out his hands with his new boxing gloves and gestured wistfully towards Luke.

"Brother D (BigD), try out your new boxing gloves, they're sure to make him wail like a pig." Morkan said as the others let out a rude laugh.

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"I'm sure you guys don't want to be in the office on the first day of school." A serious female voice rang out behind Dali.

"Oh, Mrs Kelly, we'll be right in." Students at this age still loved and feared their teachers, especially if they were so serious.

Mrs Kerrie was dressed in a long woolen skirt and a black woolen trench coat, the stiff wool showed the owner's refinement and meticulousness, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose made Mrs Kerrie even more dignified.

"Luke, what are you waiting for? Why don't you follow?" Mrs Kerri's serious gaze was fixed on Luke.

Luke quickly followed Dali and his group.

Undeniably, facing the teacher's stern gaze, even though he was once a teacher, the memories belonging to the original Luke appeared in his mind made him still feel uncomfortable, this is the nature suppression, students are afraid of teachers, just like a mouse whose name is not Jerry is afraid of cats.

Ruminating, Luke entered the classroom.

This classroom is very different from the school in Luke's previous life, the green walls are plastered with flowery drawing paper, which is the students' works, and the purple bulletin board has various information such as roster and course schedule.

Scattered around the classroom were a variety of books, some neatly laid out, others with the pages turned and randomly laid out, which were obviously left to the students to read.

"Here, Luke!" The somewhat scrawny boy waved at Luke, this was Flegg Brown, a friend Luke had made at this said Muggle school and his table mate.

"Luke, Desiree bought new gloves and they're going to bully that poor Potter again. Even though Potter is a weirdo, Desiree and the others did go a bit overboard... By the way, I got a new basketball for Christmas as a present, how about we go play some games between classes ......"

Even though Luke was a good listener, this divergent thinking of the other man made him mentally question for his own ability to make friends, "Why is it that all my friends have this style, do I have a body that attracts chatterboxes?"

In the midst of Fleiger's chatter, a scrawny boy in an obviously ill-fitting pullover jumper walked into the classroom.

A slim face, a countenance that looked somewhat malnourished, dark hair and a pair of emerald green eyes, a pair of round-framed glasses held together with a lot of clear tape, and dishevelled black hair that, even if it blocked the lightning bolt imprint on his forehead, was easily recognisable to Luke by virtue of these typical physical features.

In fact the hair, which seemed to never be smoothed out, was one of the Potter family traits, and the boy's grandfather, Fremont Potter, had even been responsible for the invention of Quick Smooth Hair Smoothie, a best-selling product that had quadrupled the already wealthy Potter family's fortunes. Upon retiring, he'd sold the company at a hefty profit - perhaps Harry's father Jaime's love interest, Severus Snape's greasy head of hair had more or less had something to do with the reluctance to use the Potters' products.

"What a mess!" Although he had been forcibly sent by his father, Owen, to befriend the boy in great distress, seeing him in his current state, Luke couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him when he thought of his own happy family life these days.

Perhaps by deliberate arrangement, Potter's seat was right in front of Luke's.

"Potter, how did you get rid of Desiree and the others?" Inquisitive Fleiger asked.

"Oh, I'm just so used to it that I know how to get rid of them." Harry Potter had learnt how to get out of trouble better in his long history of being bullied by Darry.

"Potter, come with us after class before Desiree gets you in trouble." Luke could see Harry's troubles at a glance, and Luke intended to take the initiative to use the matter to reach out to Harry, sort of in order to fulfil his father's wish; anyway, his father Owen's aim was similar to Lucius Malfoy's idea in the original, and it would be good for his son to make friends with the legendary would-be saviour in advance.

As for arriving at Hogwarts it would then depend on his own wishes and the specifics of the situation.

"Thanks guys." Harry didn't hesitate and immediately agreed - there weren't many people in the school who would want to be Weird Harry's best friend, and with an opportunity like this Harry naturally had to grab it.

Suddenly the classroom fell silent, and there was a great deal of truth in the phrase 'just be afraid of the air suddenly getting quiet', it was Mrs Kelly who came in.

She stepped up to the podium and swept her sharp gaze around the classroom and all the students fell silent, such was the charm - or rather the intimidation - of an experienced class teacher.

"As the new term begins, let me start by saying that you're all wearing your school uniforms, what are you wearing? Mr Dally Dursley, put your coat on and put your boxing gloves in your desk."

The large Dally put his gloves away with a speed very different from his physique, put on his clothes and sat dutifully.

"Miss Naam Young, remove that big exaggerated red flower from your head."

"Roger, tuck your underwear into your trousers."

Luke saw Harry in front of him desperately trying to smooth down his stubborn hair - it was destined to be futile.

In the crowd of jittery quail-like students, Mrs Kelly caught a glimpse of Luke, and a hint of admiration and relief flashed across her stodgy expression - just now Luke had secretly used the function of his new wizarding robes to give himself an extra 'clean slate', which was particularly useful for an occasion like this. This was particularly useful for this kind of occasion.

"Mr Harris, please stand up." Mrs Kelly called out.

Luke rose in response.

"Young gentlemen, please look at Mr Harris, this is the model of student dress. Look at him and then look at you all! Why don't you sort yourselves against it?" In Mrs Kelly's stern voice, Luke thought he heard the other man's approval of himself.

Potter looked at Luke with some envy, his soft light blonde hair plastered smoothly to his scalp, his light blue school uniform as neat as a new suit on his body, seemingly without even a single crease, and looking refreshed all over, making Luke look like one of those honours students from a wealthy family attending a private academy.

It also made Harry, who still didn't know how much gold galleons were hidden in the Potter's vault, even less confident and ashamed of himself.

The students were obviously even more drained after Mrs Kelly said a bunch of things about what to expect at school.

"Next, I'd like to introduce you to the new science teacher." Mrs Kerri could see the state of the students, so she directly stated the focus of the day.

Now the students' curiosity was mobilised as she had hoped.