Little Hangton Village, it's summer again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The big house in the center of the info village was upgraded again on July 1. Since this is the third year that this has happened, everyone is no longer surprised by this. However, in the past few years, it is rare to see the girl who went in and out alone in previous years, but the owl that went in and out of the house attracted a large number of bird lovers.

The influx of Muggles forced Holly to raise the defense level of the house, and the panicked Muggles were always running around, which also caused great trouble to the Ministry of Magic. This group of fearless Muggles, in the process of wandering, found a very magical existence.

The reason for saying this place is magical is that Muggles have discovered that no matter how close they are, they will always get lost or deviate at some point, even if they are staring at the compass. It was as if something deep in the grass was influencing them, pushing them to the center. After setting up the cameras and keeping an eye on and recording the various owls flying through the sky, the Muggles, in their boring leisure time, embarked on all sorts of adventures in the village of Little Hangleston—many in a circle and gradually moving closer to the middle, or in groups of three or more marching in a straight line to stay in the wrong direction... Muggles seem to have found something new, and they try it out every day.

In fact, there are still people who really dodge all kinds of interference, but before they can send any news to the outside world, they are taken away by a group of strangely dressed people, and then erased their memories.

"Damn, these damn Muggles. Holly stood in front of the attic window and complained.

In order to prevent the owls from all stopping in his yard and allowing the Muggles to start trying to invade his house, Holly had to make a few separate windows in the attic. One is for the owl to throw all sorts of letters into the house, the other for Holly to throw the processed letters out through the window, and for the owl to pick up and deliver the letters to where they should be.

Turning to look at the mountain of unprocessed papers on the desk, Holly sighed and sat back down, buried in the various papers. There are many others who have to bury their heads in various documents, Cornelius Fudge, Barty Crouch, Percy Weasley, etc...

At Hogwarts, the heads of several houses are working together to compile the list of new students that the Ministry of Magic has just sent in, and for every letter from the home of a new wizard who is about to enter the school, even if he is confident enough in his magic, the teachers of the school will still check and confirm it one by one. For orphans or children from Muggle families, arrange for different teachers to communicate with family members or guardians as appropriate, so as to ensure that these children who have not been exposed to magical society since childhood can attend school normally, and provide them with help or school funding or loans within their ability, rather than being imprisoned at home because of weirdness, or unable to afford the necessary materials to respond because they are poor.

This year's list came a little late, but this is only compared to previous years, in fact, there is no time for late childbearing, but everyone can accept the "lateness" of this year's list, after all, this year's Ministry of Magic, there are too many things to deal with. However, correspondingly, the time for the school to prepare the letter is much shorter than in previous years, so there are several deans of the school sorting out the letter at the same time.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of several headmasters, Dumbledore was sitting in his large, comfortable chair, staring at a slightly yellowed piece of paper.

"Albus, what are you looking at?" asked McGonagall, noticing Dumbledore's anomaly, stopping what she was doing.

Hearing McGonagall's words, Flitwick and Professor Sprout also put down the paper they were folding.

"Doesn't look like parchment commonly used in the wizarding world, is it papyrus?" Flitwick asked. "Well, in addition to being a little fragile and difficult to make, papyrus is still a good carrier of magic. At the very least, magic scrolls made of papyrus are much more powerful than those made of parchment. It's just that making scrolls out of papyrus is quite demanding for the producer, and most people's magic can't be done in one go, and papyrus happens to require that all the steps in the production process must be completed in one go. Flitwick began to explain his thoughts, "Personally, I can only make some simple papyrus scrolls, maybe Albus can make some slightly larger ones, but the spell of making that kind of large scroll paper is probably lost, at least I haven't seen a new large magic scroll." Similar scrolls, now with one less. ”

"But...... It wasn't papyrus...... Snape interjected, "it was just the most ordinary piece of letter paper in the Muggle world, well, probably the inferior kind, and it looked like it was some years old. Snape finished sorting out what he had at hand, stood up, and said, "It doesn't seem like there are any students or parents that I need to contact at the moment, and if nothing else, I'll go back first." ”

"Well, I'll let you know if there's anything going on, Severus. McGonagall responded.

Snape grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and disappeared into the fireplace.

"Alright, Albus, is there anything else we need help us deal with? If not, we're going back. McGonagall turned to Dumbledore.

"Ahh Okay, I'll let you know about something, Minerva. Dumbledore came to his senses. He watched the remaining three people leave in turn, and then put down the yellowed letter paper in his hand.

Walking to the window, the whole of Hogwarts was bathed in golden yellow under the setting sun. A glimmer of light flashed, and I saw the signature at the end of the letter - Penny Evans.

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Little Hangleston Village, also standing in front of the window, watching the sun set. In the distance, the windows of Muggle homes reflected the light of the setting sun from time to time, and on the table behind Holly were two other letters, not official documents. One was that the Weasleys were going to invite Harry to the Quidditch World Cup, and that they would pick him up at Dusley's house two weeks earlier. The other is a letter from Cyris Black, who has no idea how to send a letter urging Holly to help Harry get permission from Hogsmeade as soon as possible.

"Interesting... Looks like we have to go to Doessley's house..."Holly thought to herself, writing down a piece of paper.