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"A new day.

Braun woke up from the soft and comfortable big bed. When he opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, he couldn't help feeling refreshed. This is life! Compared with the stone and the straw pile full of fleas that I fell asleep in some time ago, my present day is simply heaven! Of course, it might as well be hell. Wizards don't believe in God, after all.

'Ding! It is detected that the host has changed to a new check-in location: the Rowle family (branch) manor. Would you like to sign in?'

Braun's eyes lit up when he heard the prompt.

"Sign in!"

'Ding! Sign-in completed, sign-in reward: Introduction to Rowle Family Soul Magic (0/100)'

Accompanied by the sound of the electronic prompt, Braun felt that there was more knowledge in his mind out of thin air.

Braun didn't feel that this knowledge was abrupt; on the contrary, the original owner had understood it in his memory, but he hadn't had time to teach it at home.

"I need a magic wand now! There is still half a month before starting school, and I need to buy some things."

Braun thought to himself.

And besides these things, the most important thing is the funeral!

It's just that I have already sent a letter to Godric's Hollow. There hasn't been a reply yet. But I believe it should be soon.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

Cassatt asked respectfully outside the door, with caution in his tone.

"Of course! I'm going down now!"

With a promise, Braun got dressed and went downstairs.

"Good morning, child! I smell the breath of your soul!"

A portrait of an elderly woman on the wall squinted at Braun.

"Good morning, great-grandmother! I just learned about the family inheritance."

Braun said it gently.

"That's great, my grandson! Work hard! Keep working hard! Restore the glory of the Rowle family!"

Under the portrait of the old woman was a man in wizard robes with a large, hooked nose.

His voice seemed a little loud, waking up the other portraits who were sleeping soundly.

The old lady went directly to the portrait of the other party, picked up the cane in her hand, and hit the other party's head fiercely.

"Don't keep hitting me on the head, Mom! My grandson is still here!"

"It's okay, Grandpa! I didn't see it! I will also work hard!"

Braun snickered and walked down the stairs slowly, regardless of the cries of relief or pain behind him.

Portraits can speak, which can be said to be a very normal thing.

Of course, in the wizarding world.

Listening to the portraits bickering.

It made Braun feel a lot better.

At least he didn't have the gloom that he just come home with yesterday.

Sitting at the dining table, Braun drank the milk he asked Cassatt to prepare.

At the same time, he didn't forget to grab that sandwich and stuff it into his mouth.

A simple breakfast is over.

Not rich or even very average.

But for Braun, who hasn't eaten anything good in a while, it's already delicious.

"Let's go!"

On the other side, Braun was the first to pick up the floo powder from the fireplace.

Sprinkle it into the orange flames and watch the flames gradually turn green.

But his expression was still a little nervous.

However, after merging the memory of the original body, I already have a general understanding of the magic world.

But it is inevitable to be nervous when using Floo powder.

Taking a deep breath, Braun stepped into it.

"Diagon Alley!"

Shouting in the mouth.

The ears also began to rumble.

It seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a long time.

Braun's feet hit the ground again.

The eyes were also restored to light.

"Son, is this the first time you've traveled on the Floo network? You can't stay here for too long."

The one behind him was a bit worn out, a woman with four children beside her.

She said it kindly.

The four children beside her also looked kindly at her.

Also eyeing Braun with curiosity.

It's just that, unlike Braun's blond hair, they both have red hair.

This came as a bit of a surprise to Braun.

'The Weasleys?'

Braun thought to himself.

There seemed to be no redheads besides this family.

Seeing the freckled boy about his size hiding behind the woman, Braun guessed this was Ron.

All kinds of thoughts just flowed through Braun's mind for a moment.

Then Braun walked out of the common fireplace apologetically.

"Sorry, ma'am, I just feel uncomfortable after not sitting for a long time."

Braun said it very politely.

The body bowed slightly naturally.

This is the body's natural muscle memory.

Thanks to the good upbringing of the original family.

"No problem, dear!"

Mrs. Weasley spoke softly.

On the contrary, the youngest daughter, Ginny, who was held by her, felt a little shy.

She shrank into her mother's arms