I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

"and then?"

"What happened after Harry went back to his aunt's house?"

She moved closer to Yu Wen and looked up at him.

"That dark wizard hasn't truly disappeared yet. Harry will definitely have to go back to Hogwarts eventually, right?"

As the saying goes, he immediately followed up:

"And Quidditch."

"He only participated in one game. What are the teams from the other three houses like? Do the different brooms fly at the same speed? Besides Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions, does Hogwarts have any other courses?"

He paused for a moment, then remembered something more important.

Why did that dark wizard have to kill Harry?

The two children, one after the other, quickly launched into a series of questions.

Yu Wen raised his hand to stop the two people from asking questions incessantly, glanced in the direction of the restaurant, and said with a smile:

"Stories can be told later, but meals must be eaten on time."

"Let's eat first. As for what Harry will encounter in his second year, we'll talk about that next time."

Although Yu Yin was still a little reluctant, she obediently put down the cushion in her arms.

As the saying goes, he nodded, temporarily keeping in mind the question he hadn't had a chance to ask earlier.

Compared to the Philosopher's Stone and the dark wizard hiding behind Quirrell, Yu Yin was clearly more concerned about Harry himself.

"He used to live in the storage room, and nobody liked him."

She said softly:

"But after he went to Hogwarts, he made friends."

"Even if he has to go back to his aunt's house in the future, he will know that someone is waiting for him to return."

Yu Yin loved the rose and the fox in "The Little Prince." Now, after hearing the story, what she remembers is not the most powerful magic, but the child who had never had a home, who finally found his own place.

As the saying goes, the things they focus on are completely different.

He was also thinking about the four houses of Hogwarts, the wands that choose their masters, and Quidditch, a game played on broomsticks.

"Magic should also have varying degrees of strength."

He analyzed it in a very serious manner:

"If every spell could be used freely, there would be no need for so many courses in school. The fact that we need to learn them means that the effects and difficulty of using spells are different."

"And then there are wands. Since wands are the ones that choose wizards, different wands should also affect the effectiveness of the magic."

Finally, he looked at Yu Wen again.

"Is it right?"

Yu Wen smiled.

Some parts are right, some parts are wrong.

"What exactly is wrong?"

"You'll find out when we talk about it later."

As the saying goes, he opened his mouth, but in the end, he swallowed the question back.

The two children got up from the sofa, still wanting more.

During the meal, the conversation still revolved around Hogwarts.

Yu Yin felt she should be able to get into Gryffindor, but Chang Juedao believed that any judgment lacked basis until the Sorting Hat was actually put on her head.

As for which college he wanted to attend, he thought about it carefully for a long time but still couldn't give an answer.

By the time dinner was over, it was already quite late.

The Chang family's luxury car was parked downstairs. As Chang Jue picked up his schoolbag and walked to the entrance, he turned back to look at Yu Wen.

"Teacher Yu."

"What's wrong?"

"When will you continue?"

Yu Wen smiled.

"Let's talk after you and Yu Yin finish your homework."

As the saying goes, he nodded in satisfaction.

Goodbye, Teacher Yu.

He didn't ask when they would continue, but solemnly said goodbye to Yu Wen and followed the pick-up staff downstairs.

Yu Yin also went back to her room with her schoolbag.

Aunt Zhang finished tidying up the kitchen and was about to leave when she hesitated at the door.

"Mr. Yu."

Yu Wen raised his head.

Aunt Zhang is usually decisive in her actions and rarely hesitates to speak like she does now.

"What's wrong?"

"The story we just heard..."

She paused, her tone tinged with embarrassment.

"Can I tell this to my grandson?"

Yu Wen was slightly taken aback.

Aunt Zhang quickly explained:

"Don't worry, I won't talk about it outside. I'll only tell my son."

She had received professional domestic service training and naturally knew the rules.

The host's daily life, conversations, and even casual remarks should not be taken out of this door without permission.

She has done a great job over the years.

But while I was preparing dinner in the kitchen today, I kept hearing noises coming from the living room.

She was initially focused on preparing the ingredients, but then she unconsciously softened her movements and listened intently until the very end.

Her grandson is about the same age as Yu Yin.

Lately, the child keeps complaining that the stories told by the android butler aren't interesting.

As Aunt Zhang listened, she couldn't help but think that if she told him about that magical school, he would probably like it too.

Yu Wen smiled and said:

"sure."

"The story is a bit long, though, can you remember it?"

"There are some parts that I may not remember completely."

Aunt Zhang also laughed.

"But I remember the child who lived under the stairs, the flying broom, and the platform hidden behind the wall."

Yu Wen nodded.

"Tell me as much as you remember; stories are meant to be told to others."

Aunt Zhang was relieved after receiving permission.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at Yu Wen one last time.

She had known for a long time that Yu Wen was a writer.

The commotion caused by "To Live" and "The Old Man and the Sea" was so great that even if she didn't usually pay much attention to literature, she couldn't possibly have been completely unaware of it.

But the words "genius writer" always seemed somewhat distant to her.

The reviews in the book and the debates online have little to do with her daily life of buying groceries, cooking, and picking up and dropping off her children.

Even today, while she was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, she unknowingly listened to the story of an eleven-year-old boy entering a magic school.

That was the first time she truly realized just how amazing Yu Wen was.

It turns out that some people can make two children forget their homework just by sitting there and talking, and can also make an adult who is long past the age of listening to fairy tales unable to resist following him into that castle that does not exist.

That's probably what genius is all about.

Aunt Zhang gently closed the door.

As she stepped into the elevator, she began to ponder which line to begin her story when she got back.

Perhaps it all started with that letter that couldn't be stopped no matter what.