At dusk, the setting sun is slowly disappearing from the horizon, gilding the mansion at 6 King's Road in London.

This is a classic villa full of British style, spacious, bright and magnificent.

The three-story walls were covered with creepers with teeth and claws, the roof was covered with beautiful brown tiles, the grass and flower beds in the yard were neatly rested, and a luxury Bentley car was quietly parked outside the garage.

A beautiful picture of the sunset, serene and serene.

Except for the balcony on the top floor of the villa, a black-haired boy is staring at an owl, and the indescribable weirdness between the two is incompatible with the style of painting in front of him.

Evan Mason stared blankly at the owl in front of him, his eyes full of curiosity. Owls are not ordinary, and birds that can be seen in the homes of ordinary residents, especially each other, are clutching a brown envelope made of thick parchment paper on their talons.

Evan had a feeling that the letter was addressed to himself.

He wasn't sure how to get it, though, because the owl seemed to want some reward from him before handing over the letter.

"Hello!"

Evan said hello and tried to communicate, even though it made him look a little silly.

"Goo~~"

The owl croaked softly, tilting its head to look at the boy, its brown pupils full of wariness.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions!"

Evan tried to keep his voice as gentle as he could, and he slowly stretched out his right hand, "Is that letter from your feet addressed to me, I think?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud shout from downstairs, "Honey, are you ready, we're leaving!"

Immediately after, there was the sound of someone going upstairs.

"Oops, it's my mom, can't let her see you!"

Evan woke up suddenly, not bothering to communicate further with the owl in front of him, and waved his right hand forward violently, trying to drive it away.

"Goo!" the offended owl hurriedly ducked aside.

"Sorry, my mom is allergic to birds, and she is terrified when she sees all kinds of birds, big and small. Evan waved his hand and explained in a hurried tone, "You must get out of here!"

It seemed that Aiwen's unreasonable actions finally convinced the owl that the boy in front of him would not give him anything to eat. A second later, it flailed its wings and flew up and pecked Aven hard, dropping the letter at his feet.

"Ahh

Evan screamed in pain as he watched the owl fly out of the balcony like a whirlwind and disappear from his eyes.

Ignoring anything else, before his mother came in, he lowered his head and picked up the envelope under his feet, which was clearly written in emerald green ink: Bedroom on the third floor of No. 6 King Road, Little Whinging, Surrey, Mr. Evan Mason.

"This letter, and the owl just now"

Ai Wen's eyes narrowed, and the obviously grotesque things in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"Aven, we need to hurry, your father is already waiting for us in the car. A well-dressed middle-aged woman walked in and said in a slightly serious tone, "It's very rude to be late for your first visit to someone's house. ”

"Got it, Mom!"

Ai Wen didn't have time to think about it, so he stuffed the envelope into his trouser pocket while the other party was not paying attention.

There was a small family gathering at the family tonight, and the other party was his father's business partner, or more precisely, his father's construction company was going to buy a large number of drilling rigs from the other party.

For Aven, he didn't have to attend this kind of dinner, but the other party's family happened to have a child who was one year older than him, and he happened to be studying at Smetin Middle School.

Evan is eleven years old, and in just over a month, he will be enrolled in Smetting, and his parents feel the need to put their children in contact with their future seniors in advance.

"Mom, you haven't told me yet, what is the name of that senior?"

Along the way, Evan felt he had to do something to distract himself from the letter in his trouser pocket, and he wasn't sure if he was going to tell his parents about it until he knew exactly what it was about.

Perhaps, it was just a bad joke made by someone, and there was no need to worry about it.

"Honey, I told you last week that the child's name is Dudley. Mrs. Mason replied briskly.

"Duddellsley, I dare say, you're going to be good friends. Mr. Mason added as he drove.

"Duddell Sley, that's a good name!" Evan looked down in thought.

In fact, he does know that a person is also called by that name.

If he remembers correctly, Dudsley must have read one of the characters in the "Harry Potter" series of novels before he was reborn. In the book, Dudley is a domineering, pampered child who has given Harry a tragic childhood.

For this guy, Evan was impressed, but it was hard to say what was a good impression.

But after all, it is a character in the novel, although he was reborn in the United Kingdom in the **10s, but there is no evidence that this is the wizarding world of Harry Potter.

"Take it easy, it should just happen to be the same name. ”

Evan tried to convince himself, but the thought of seeing the owl made him feel uneasy.

Taking advantage of his parents' inattention, Evan secretly took out the letter from his trouser pocket, and he quickly flipped the envelope over, only to see that on the back of the envelope, there was a wax seal, a shield coat of arms, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by the capital "H".

Aivan's eyes widened suddenly, his hands tightened, and he opened the envelope tremblingly, pulled out the letter and read it:

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. Mason, 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 is hereby up.

God, it was an admission letter from Hogwarts, and he should have thought that who would use an owl to deliver the letter except that wizarding school.

"Honey, you don't have to be so nervous. Noticing Evan's anomaly, Mrs. Mason turned around and whispered comfortingly, "I heard from your father that the Dursleys are very friendly, and Dudley is a good and polite boy, and you will definitely like this new friend." ”

"Yes, Mom!" replied subconsciously, "I'm not nervous, just a little excited. ”

For the past eleven years, he had been preparing for the future according to the familiar real world, and now he suddenly told him that this was a magical world completely unknown to him, wasn't it a joke?

Fortunately, before Evan was reborn, he loved the Harry Potter novel very much, and he was familiar with the content in it, even if he couldn't remember all the plots, but the major events could be recalled more or less, which made him a little relieved.

The question now is how to tell your parents about it.

Also, if he didn't guess wrong, he would probably meet the famous Harry Potter in addition to Dudley Desley.

Just as Evan was struggling, his father slowly stopped the car and whispered, "Honey, here we are, No. 4 Privet Road!"