Ella left a letter for her father in the room.
It was obvious that she could not wait to integrate into the magic world and start a new life.
Tang En brought Ella back to the Leaky Cauldron through Apparition.
As soon as the two of them appeared, banging sounds came from the door.
"Please come in."
The bar owner pushed open the door with a tray and was stunned when he saw Ella beside Twain.
Before he could react, Ella suddenly broke free from Twain's hand, covered her mouth, and rushed into the bathroom.
Before she could close the door, she hugged the sink and started vomiting.
Twain shrugged at the dumbfounded bar owner.
"It's my first time being Disapparated, so my reaction is a bit heavy.”
"Please send a lunch to her room later.”
"Right, I forgot to introduce her. She's one of the two new Hogwarts students I mentioned that I'll be staying with.”
The bar owner did not hear what Twain said after that.
His mind was filled with the thought of Disapparating.
He remembered very clearly that he had only taught Twain the method of Apparition in the morning.
In less than two hours, Twain not only learned how to Apparate, but he also brought back a new Hogwarts student.
It turned out that the so-called brother who went to Hogwarts was all fake.
Of course, this was no longer important to the bar owner. What was important was that Twain's extraordinary magical talent had really frightened him.
A new student at Hogwarts who had not even started school had already mastered Disapparating, a skill that only seniors could do.
Even the Dark Lord Grindelwald was nothing like this when he was young.
"Sir?"
Twain called out twice in a row before the bar owner recovered from his shock.
When he spoke to Twain again, his tone unconsciously became respectful.
"This is your lunch."
"I'll go prepare that lady's lunch now.”
When he left the room, the bar owner closed the door behind him.
Twain walked to the bathroom door. Ella was still hugging the sink and retching.
"Do you need help?"
Without waiting for Ella to answer, Twain gave the order.
"Stop!"
Ella's dizziness and nausea did not disappear, but her body's vomiting reaction immediately stopped.
She turned around with a pale face and tried to squeeze out a grateful smile at Twain.
This was the first time Ella felt that it was not entirely a bad thing for her body to obey a person's orders unconditionally.
Twain sent Ella back to the opposite room and handed her the key.
Ella weakly thanked Twain.
Right now, she just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good sleep.
Twain went back to his room to have lunch. When he went downstairs and passed by the bar counter, he told the bar owner that there was no need to bring food to Ella for the time being. He told her to have a good rest first.
The bar owner had wanted to treat Twain to a drink, but Twain walked toward the front door without looking back.
After Ella was done, it was time for Angelica Balsa, who had half veela blood.
This time, Twain did not choose to shift his body.
Unlike Ella's family, who lived in a wooden hut in the countryside, it was daytime now. If Muggles saw him teleporting over, it would take a lot of effort to erase his memory.
Twain planned to take the Knight bus there. If everything went well, he would be back in time for dinner.
At the same time, at Twain's destination this time.
Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. A two-story building with a wooden sign No. 7 in front of the gate.
In a room with a window in the attic, a blonde girl who was as beautiful as a Barbie doll sat in front of the dressing table, casually applying nail polish on her fingers.
The door was pushed open quietly.
Mrs. Bashar, an ordinary-looking brown-haired woman, looked down carefully, and immediately closed the door behind her.
"Angelica, I want to talk to you.”
The golden-haired girl didn't even bother to look up.
"About what?"
"As for the letter from the owl, you saw what it said. I don't think it was a prank.”
"So?"
"You're an unusual girl. Strange things often happen around you since you were young, just like the last time at school, when the hair of the female classmate who secretly spoke ill of you suddenly caught fire. You are a girl with magical powers, and that school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts is where you should go.”
The girl threw away her half-finished nail polish and turned around to look at her adoptive mother with disdain.
"What's the use of telling me this? Don't forget who has the final say in this family, unless you have the confidence to convince the other party.”
At the mention of her husband, Mrs. Bashar's expression suddenly became a little ugly.
Mrs. Bashar knew exactly what the other party was up to.
However, there were some things that he really couldn't say in front of his adopted daughter.
"Victor is very stubborn about this matter. I can't convince him, but I can help you leave here and find a way to send you to that school.”
The golden-haired girl sneered, her eyes filled with obvious disgust and ridicule.
"My dear mother, I really don't know if I should call you kind or childish! Even if you can send me away, can you provide all the expenses I need to go to school? Or do you think that learning magic is free?”
Mrs. Bashar seemed to have made up her mind.
"I can give you a sum of money on the condition that you leave this house!”
"How much?"
"Five thousand pounds!"
This money was secretly saved by Mrs. Bashar. It was not a lot, but it was enough to support a normal British family for half a year.
Hearing this number, the golden-haired girl lost interest.
Her adoptive father, Victor, secretly gave her 500 pounds of pocket money every month. It was a dream to buy her over with 5,000 pounds.
Even though she knew in her heart that her adoptive father had some unspeakable dirty thoughts about her.
However, it didn't matter. The golden-haired girl was confident that she could fool the other party before he made his move. She wouldn't let the other party take any advantage.
The blonde girl had absolute confidence in her looks and charm.
Only a fool would give up his current good life and go learn magic.
Mrs. Bashar still did not give up.
"Angelica, trust me. As long as you go to that magic school, Victor will have to go to the school and bring you back. Otherwise, he will have to continue to pay for your living expenses and tuition.”
"But that's impossible. I've asked around, and no one knows where it is except themselves.”
"As long as you go to that school, not only will you be able to maintain your current rich life, but you will also be able to obtain true freedom!”
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Angelica's character was based on the witch from Dark Shadows, which was what a real veela should look like (you can search for the pictures yourself, you know).
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