"Crunch!" The sound was crisp and loud, echoing throughout the house. Along with the sound of breaking glass, a crumpled ball of paper flew through the window, landing squarely on the table by the window, rolling twice before stopping.
A thin, Black-haired boy was lying on the bed reading. Hearing the sound of breaking glass, he immediately flipped over, rushed to the window where a large hole had been broken in the glass, and shouted downstairs.
"James, you just wait! Tonight, I'm telling your dad about all the bad things you've done!" The boy pointed at the mischievous child downstairs.
The child downstairs was riding a broom, hovering in mid-air. He also had Black hair, but his hair was more unruly, sticking up to the sky in a messy way, like a stubborn hedgehog.
"Gary!" Potter grinned, flying up on his broom. "I'm not afraid of you telling on me. Dad will definitely protect me."
Mr. and Mrs. Potter had a child late in life and doted on their son, James Potter. Old Potter certainly wouldn't punish James for something like breaking a window. Before, when James rode his flying broom and picked all the flowers clean from the Bones' garden on the other side of the village, it wasn't a big deal; they just grounded his precious broom for a week.
"Check the paper. I'm going to London," James elegantly controlled his broom, turning 180 degrees in the air.
"Are you going to find Black again?" Gary's thin body swayed uncontrollably, and his facial muscles twitched, as if recalling some unpleasant memories. However, he quickly regained control and said coldly.
"Of course," James said as a matter of course, "we get along very well, you know, Quidditch…"
He wisely changed the subject after seeing Gary's expression, "I don't know why you two always argue every time you meet. You two are both my good friends, shouldn't you easily become friends with each other too?"
"If you think Black, that muscular, rebellious idiot, and I can be friends," Gary's mouth was unforgiving, "then you two must be cut from the same cloth."
James was momentarily speechless and shrugged, "Anyway, can you two please not argue in front of me from now on? I don't want to be caught in the middle."
Gary didn't respond. James was about to leave on his broom when he suddenly seemed to remember something, "Oh, by the way, Gary, there are quite a few gnomes in your garden…"
"Potter!" Gary shouted angrily, "You've messed up my garden again!" He leaned out the window and stretched out his arm, wanting to punch James, but James reacted incredibly fast, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter as he controlled his broom and flew away.
Gary watched James on his broom turn into a small Black dot and disappear at the edge of the sky before opening the paper ball on the table.
There was a stone stuffed inside the paper ball, no wonder it could break the window glass. Gary put the heavy stone aside and unfolded the paper, which was a bit wrinkled. Gary smoothed it out with force, his thin hands gripping the top right and bottom left corners of the paper.
"Gary, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been two months since we last met. I don't have an owl, so I could only give the letter to James when he went to London.
As you said, I truly am a Wizard, it's unbelievable, astonishing.
I plan to go to Diagon Alley this Sunday to buy the textbooks I need. My mom has to work and can't go with me. It would be great if you could accompany me.
Sincerely, Alfrina."
Gary smoothed the letter and tucked it into the drawer under the table. He was about to throw the stone out the window but thought better of it, picking it up and placing it in the drawer as well, pressing down on the letter.
He pulled another piece of parchment from the drawer, took out a quill from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and after a moment's consideration, began to write.
He promised Alfrina he would accompany her to Diagon Alley this Sunday and arranged to meet at nine in the morning at Leicester Square, next to Charing Cross Road.
At the end of the letter, he also wrote that two followers – James Potter and Sirius Black – would be accompanying him.
After Gary finished writing, he carefully checked it, feeling that the format was standard and reasonable, and after finding no linguistic loopholes, he looked at the top of his bookshelf.
There was an iron birdcage there, containing a snow-white swan, which was currently dozing with its eyes closed, its body swaying with its breathing.
"Cardy!" Gary raised his voice.
The swan, with its wings tucked away in the corner of the cage, trembled violently, then slowly extended its head from under its wing.
It gave Gary a resentful glare with its obsidian-Black eyes.
"Cardy, take this letter to Alfrina." Gary opened the birdcage, grabbed a large handful of owl pellets from beside it, and held out his hand.
Cardy made a disgruntled "caw caw" sound, its Black eyes fixed on Gary.
It pecked Gary's hand hard with its sharp beak, then bent down and took two bites of the food in Gary's hand before raising its head and extending its left claw.
Gary quickly rolled up the parchment, tied it to Cardy's claw, and waved to it. Cardy flapped its wings, flew through the broken glass, and soared into the distance.
The white swan followed the direction James had flown earlier, a white speck gradually turning into a tiny white dot in the sky until it disappeared at the horizon.
Gary confidently withdrew his gaze, went downstairs to the kitchen to get a broom, and after sweeping up the broken glass shards, lay back on his bed to continue reading his "Basic Introduction to Ancient Runes."
Night gradually enveloped Godric's Hollow. Gary lay on his bed, turning a page of his book, and seeing that it was getting quite dark, he got out of bed and turned on the electric light—Godric's Hollow village was mixed with many Muggles, and many Wizard families found the electric lights used by Muggles very convenient, so they also connected their homes to electricity, though this meant some items could no longer be used.
For example, the kitchen stove could no longer use the universally popular automatic gas stoves among Wizards—these stoves had built-in fuel conversion devices, which were very convenient for Wizards to use, as they could ignite the gas with their wands, but this device would interfere with electrical appliances in the house.
Including the "automatic" water heaters that Wizards were fond of could no longer be used and had to be replaced with the electric water heaters used by Muggles.
Wizards were initially a bit unaccustomed, but Muggle appliances were both time-saving and labor-saving, and occasionally could even help take care of children in the family who hadn't yet received their wands (parents on business trips no longer had to worry about their children not getting hot meals).
Within a week, everyone was deeply engrossed in TV shows and movies.
"Gary!" As soon as Gary pulled the light switch, he heard the sound of the downstairs door opening, accompanied by his mother's displeased complaints.
"Did James break your room's window again?" Along with the creaking of the wooden stairs, Gary's door opened, and a brightly dressed woman walked in.
"Why didn't you drink your medicine today?"
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