For a traverser who is ready to study well, work hard in scientific research, and strive for socialist modernization all his life in the future.

For a traveler who is ready to devote himself to scientific research and has been carefully planning for more than a decade.

For a person who reads hundreds of core journals before the age of eleven and is fully prepared to become a scientist.

......

What was the cruelest thing for him?

Undoubtedly, it was to tell him that the world he lived in was not scientific, but magical!

There is no love in life, all thoughts are lost, and the three views are bursting?...... It's hard to put into words how Jon Hart felt at this point.

With trembling hands, he opened the fourth and final letter.

"Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Guild, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin).

Dear Mr. Hart,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment. Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31.

Vice-Principal (female): Minerva McGonagall

Sincerely"

There can be no mistake with this familiar content in the letter!

It's only 1992, and it's still five years before J.K. Rowling writes the original Harry Potter book...... So a few steps can't be a prank.

So there is only one possibility left, and that is that this world where he has stayed for more than ten years is actually the world in HP.

How did he feel, the atmosphere suddenly became fantastical.

"What's wrong, dear?" Judy quickly noticed the strange look on her son's face.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing......" Jon stammered, then handed over the letter in his hand, "yes, there's another letter from school!"

Eric and Judy took Jon's letter suspiciously.

Five minutes later.

"I suppose this is a prank!" said Mr. Hart, grimacingly.

"Yes, this letter is too bizarre, a school of magic? how is it possible!" exclaimed Mrs. Hart in the same shriek.

Jon smiled wryly, according to his memories from his previous life, Hogwarts should soon send a teacher to explain the existence of the wizarding world to his parents......

"I think we should call the police, this boring prank!" Eric was still babbling.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"There's a guest coming?" Judy quickly straightened her apron and walked out to open the courtyard door.

Outside the door stood a strange, stern-looking woman, wearing a pair of square glasses that looked exactly like the lines around a cat's eyes, and she wore an emerald green cloak, her jet-black hair tied into a tight bun.

"Are you Mr. Jon Hart's guardian?" said in a stern tone.

"Hello, I'm his mother, who are you?" asked Judy softly.

"Minerva-McGonagall!" replied the woman outside the door, "I'm a professor." ”

Jon looked up and glanced at the middle-aged woman with a serious expression, the expression on her face a little embarrassed...... He suddenly remembered the "wild cat" that he had kicked away by the mailbox ten minutes earlier.

"Oh, welcome, welcome!" Judy's face suddenly brightened, and she invited Professor McGonagall into her home, asking, "Excuse me, are you from Eton College?"

"What?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but frown, shaking her head, "I'm at Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts?" Judy was stunned when she heard this somewhat unfamiliar word.

"Wait!" Eric said sharply, glancing at the letter in his hand, "What do you mean...... Professor McGonagall...... Hogwarts ...... Isn't that a prank?"

His tone stammered a little because of his surprise.

"Of course!" Professor McGonagall said with some disdain, "Hogwarts is a school dedicated to people with special talents, a wizarding school with a long history of more than a thousand years. ”

So what do you mean...... Is that letter true?" Judy's face turned a little pale.

"As Ma-Ordinary People, it's understandable that you don't know magic, but ......"

"Ah......h

Professor McGonagall, who had been standing in the doorway, suddenly disappeared, and a spotted cat appeared where she had been.

"This ...... What's going on?" stammered Eric, who had never spoken so incoherently in his life as he did today.

"But magic does exist. ”

The spotted cat gracefully walked into the room, glared at Jon fiercely, and then sat down on the couch, transforming back into Professor McGonagall.

She turned her gaze to Jon to the side, slowed her tone, and said, "Mr. Hart, unlike your parents, you are not an ordinary person, but a natural wizard, and being a member of Hogwarts can help you truly master your talents. ”

Looking at Jon with a blank face, Professor McGonagall thought that the kid was scaring her by saying this, as was often the case when she first visited a young Muggle-born wizard.

"Perhaps you still have doubts about my words, Mr. Hart!" continued Professor McGonagall, "do you have any gifts that are different from others, and have you ever had any strange things happen when you are afraid or angry?"

Exceptional talent...... Is it a legendary memory Magus?

What strange things happened when you were emotionally out of control...... In fact, after crossing over, he has a mental age of nearly forty years old and will no longer make a fuss like a normal child, so Jon has hardly ever lost control of his emotions, and naturally he will not cause magic to get out of control.

So, is he really a wizard? The so-called "mudblood" born in the "Muggle" family?

As Jon's sluggish expression gradually recovered, Professor McGonagall stood up.

"Mr. Hart, it's a matter for you and your parents to decide, whether to come to Hogwarts and become a real wizard?"

"The list of books and school supplies you'll need to study at Hogwarts is as written in the previous letter, and you can go to Diagon Alley in London and buy them all. ”

"By the way, Diagon Alley's address ......"

Professor McGonagall pulled a small stick-like object from her cloak, and with a flick of it, a line appeared on the wall of Jon's house:

117 Charing Cross, Westminster Borough, City of London. ”

"Farewell, Hart!"

With that, she walked out of the room and disappeared.

Waiting, Judy tried to chase them out, but as soon as she reached the door, she found that there was no trace of the other party.

Obviously, not everyone can enjoy the same treatment as the savior who takes him to Diagon Alley to buy things.

"Is this a dream?" muttered Judy, who had returned to the room.

"Mom, I don't think so!" Jon smiled helplessly and said, "It's impossible that all three of us had the same dream!"