The morning sun shines in the room on the second floor of 86 Eastleigh Road, with the window facing the sun.

It was 6:59 a.m., and a boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old was lying on his bed, covered with a cotton blanket, snoring slightly.

The boy has a lean physique, with short dark brown hair and gray eyes, and his facial features are still a little childish.

The south coast of England is arguably the mildest part of the country, and the port of Southampton, with the Isle of Wight as a natural barrier, is one of the best, at least on a mid-July morning.

Eighty-one years ago, the 46,000-ton ship, known as the "unsinkable", chose to start its maiden voyage from the port of Southampton, taking advantage of the mild and comfortable weather...... Then, four days after going to sea, it collided with an iceberg, and more than two hours later, the hull broke in two and sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

In the corner of the bed where the boy slept, there was a newspaper, the July 11 issue of the Daily Prophet, which turned to the third page.

The headline reads: "Ministry of Magic Staff Wins Grand Award"

There are still a few lines below: Arthur Weasley, director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Objects at the Ministry of Magic, has received the Galleon Prize, the Daily Prophet's annual prize. An elated Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet reporter: "We will spend this money on summer trips to Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, is doing spell-breaking work for the Gringotts Magic Bank." ”

The more conspicuous part is a photo that occupies half of the page, a photo that can be moved.

In this photo, nine members of the Weasley family can be seen standing in front of the pyramid together, all smiling and waving at us. Mrs. Weasley is a bit short and stocky, but the balding Mr. Weasley is tall, and their six sons and one daughter all have fiery red hair (though it is not visible in the black and white photographs).

The only girl of the seven children, who is in the same grade as the owner of the room, is on the far right of the photograph, with her right hand resting on her youngest brother's left shoulder, holding a mouse standing there.

On the ground next to it, there is also a magazine "Singing and Singing".

The magazine had been opened to page twenty-four, and it featured a tall, thin, and sorcererous old wizard.

The headline is even more eye-catching: "Shocked, the real reason why a certain Hogwarts Headmaster likes the color purple!"

The author is the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Singing and Singing", Xenophilius Lovegood.

It's a pity that the rest of the magazine has been covered by the bed and is no longer visible......

Finally, we can see the name of the owner of this room written on the door number:

“Jon Hart”。

......

"Bell Bell Bell ......" As the alarm clock sounded crisply, Jon Hart quickly got up from putting it on.

Putting on his shirt, he kicked the Daily Prophet from a few days ago out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

After a few minutes of washing, Jon walked down the stairs.

There are many balloons and streamers at the staircase and in the lobby downstairs, and the walls of the restaurant are written with the words "Happy Birthday".

"Happy birthday!" Mr. Eric Hart came out of the kitchen, chocolate cake in his hand, and smiled, "Your mother and I have taken a day off today!"

"Ah......" It seemed to take a few seconds for the boy to react and take the cake: "Oh, thank you, Daddy!"

Today seems to be July 15, 1993, my twelfth birthday.

In other words, it has been twelve years since I crossed into this world...... Although I have encountered some setbacks in the middle, on the whole, I have lived a very happy life in the past 12 years.

"Would you like to take a look at your gifts, I got about a dozen of them from the mailbox this morning......," Eric asked.

"No need, I'll go see it later!" Jon shook his head as he squinted at the mountain of gifts in the living room, and it took a lot of effort to carry them upstairs to his room.

The mailbox outside the door clicked.

"Another letter?" Eric smiled, and walked out.

Soon, he returned, with an envelope in his hand, and said to Jon, "Only one, for you!"

"Whose greeting card is it?" Jon was already ready to eat breakfast, "put it in the pile of gifts, and I'll collect it later." ”

"No!" Eric shook his head, "It's written on it, it's a report card!"

......

It's a big birthday, send a transcript, Hogwarts is too much!

Silently complaining in the bottom of his heart, Jon put the thought of eating behind him and opened the letter.

The first page shows his grades and rankings for each of his classes.

Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes are full marks.

To Jon's surprise, Jon's score in Potions was also a perfect score...... He had expected Professor Snape to find fault with him and deduct a few points.

Although astronomy and history of magic are not perfect marks, they are both the first in the class.

In the Charms and Transfiguration classes, he also got a high score.

Only on the back of the Quidditch class is a bright red "D" (Dreadful, terrible)

"It's good not the T' (Troll, troll). Jon muttered to himself.

However, even though the Quidditch class was lagging behind, his overall score was still the first in the whole grade.

That's pretty something to be proud of.

Jon pocketed the transcript and swept her gaze to the second page.

"Mr. Hart,

Unfortunately, we would like to inform you that due to your failing grade in the final Quidditch exam, you will need to retake this course next term as a new student in the same year.

The retake form must be submitted to the Dean of the College by 15 September.

Rolanda Hooch"

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

"What the hell, why didn't anyone tell me that Hogwarts was a failure and needed to be rebuilt?" Jon cursed.

In fact, the teaching at Hogwarts is really not that strict, even if you fail other subjects, it is nothing more than the teacher will assign more homework and scold you a few more words next semester...... The problem is that Quidditch is only taught in the first year, and if you fail, you have to retake it, so there is no room for accommodation.

In fact, in the thousand-year-old history of Hogwarts, there are really few students who have failed Quidditch classes.

Jon, with a sad face, turned his gaze to the third letter, which was even briefer:

"Dear Jon,

If it is convenient for you, I will be on my way to Eastleigh Road at seven o'clock tonight for a home visit.

You're loyal

Albus Dumbledore. ”