A light flashed, and Ryan found that he did not return to the bedroom, but appeared in a room, this room is about twenty square meters, three walls are shelves, the shelves are empty, only on the shelves facing the door are three potted plants the size of a palm, this should be the goods just entered. In addition to the shelves, there is only a lamp on the top of the house, and a counter and chair in the center of the house.

Ryan walked to the door and opened the door, and found that there was a gray fog outside the door, and he just wanted to go out to take a look, but found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier on the door, and he couldn't get out at all.

At this time, a piece of information was poured into Ryan's mind, this is the Ten Thousand Worlds Grocery Store, the goods will be placed on the shelves, and the owner's own goods can be taken at will, such as the plants that multiply every week. However, if you want to trade goods with customers, you must pay the corresponding price.

Every time I go to another world in the future, I will set off or return from here. When a guest or mission arrives, Ryan will be reminded to let him enter the shop, and Ryan will be able to enter the shop as long as he is not in combat mode for the rest of the time. Currently, the only world you can travel to is Plants vs. Zombies, which can be filled with the energy needed to make a round trip every 10 days. Now, he can leave here at any time and return to the real world.

After reading this information, Ryan chose to leave the grocery store, and after a flash of light, Ryan returned to his bedroom. Looking at the alarm clock on the table, I had obviously been tossing in the world of Plants vs. Zombies for five or six hours, but now the alarm clock showed that it was only an hour away. It seems that the speed of time in the mission world and the main world is different, but this is also good, so as not to make people disappear when they get old and disappear.

Since it was still a long time before dawn, Ryan cleaned up and went to bed, and in his dream, he dreamed that he had gained countless wealth and power from the grocery store, opened the passage to his hometown, and lived a salted fish and happy life.

Just as Ryan dreamed of basking on a Hawaiian beach with his parents and adoptive parents, the alarm clock went off. Ryan relived yesterday's dream, sighed, and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

When he went out, Ryan found three or four gift boxes placed in the hallway by the door, which were supposed to be his birthday presents. Flipping through the greeting card on the top, it reads, Happy Birthday to our son.

Ryan grinned happily, moved them into the room, and made his way up the stairs to the first floor.

When we went downstairs, Mrs. Sally had already made breakfast, and Mr. Lambert was slowly descending the stairs, when the postman's car bell rang at the door.

"Ryan, go get the letter, I think this month's supermarket discount poster may have arrived. Sally shouted from the kitchen.

Ryan put on his shoes and opened the door, and made his way to the mailbox on the lawn in front of the door.

When I opened the mailbox, there were four letters, one was a poster of a discount item from a nearby supermarket, one was a letter from the editor of a publishing house to my father, and one was a postcard sent to her by my mother's colleague during a trip to Thailand. The last one was a letter addressed to Ryan.

When Ryan saw the letter, his pupils suddenly dilated, because the envelope of the letter was made of rare parchment, without stamps, and it was written in emerald green ink: By Mr. Ryan Leung, a small bedroom on the second floor of 12 Quebec Street, Greenwich District, London.

With a trembling hand, the envelope is flipped with a wax seal, a shield coat of arms, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by a capital "H".

Although he has forgotten many things in the past ten years, he has never forgotten Harry Potter, his favorite novel of his childhood.

It is clear that the letter is from Hogwarts. As for the possibility of pranks, this is 1991, and Rowling's novel has not yet been written, so how can anyone use this prank.

As for not finding out that he was a wizard before, Ryan felt that it was probably because he was an adult soul in his body and could control his emotions well, so there was no magic riot caused by most young wizards losing control of their emotions.

Originally, after getting the system yesterday, Ryan also planned to rely on the system to make a fortune and strengthen, and finally try to find a way home.

As a result, he received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts today, and another mysterious door was opened to Ryan. He felt that the major events that had happened in the past two days were one after another, as if he had encountered all the unexpected situations in this life.

It seems that this world is not an ordinary world as I have thought in the past ten years, but a world with magic.

I went back to the house and handed the other letters to my parents, and ate breakfast absentmindedly. Ryan returned to his house and opened the wax seal with a knife, and sure enough, it was the familiar letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Magician of the Order of Sir Merlin)

Dear Mr. Lane,

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)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Attached to it is a table of book appendices and a list of items for new students.

Ryan took the letter back to the living room, where his father was sitting on the couch watching TV and his mother was reading a supermarket discount poster.

Seeing Ryan walk into the living room with an open letter, Mr. Lambert looked away from the television screen and asked, "What's the matter, dear, is there a girl writing to you?"

"No, it's not. Ryan replied, then handed the letter to Mr. Lambert, "Just received a somewhat strange letter of acceptance." ”

Lambert and Sally took the letter.

Five minutes later.

"This can't be a prank, is it?" asked Mr. Lambert, with a look of shock.

"It's true that magic doesn't sound like it's real. Lady Sally followed suit.

Ryan was about to say something when the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Are there any guests?" Mr. Lambert stood up, went out, and opened the door.

Standing in the doorway was a somewhat balding red-haired middle-aged man, dressed in a suit in the style of twenty years ago.

"Hello, are you Ryan Liang's guardian?" the other man spoke warmly.

"Hello, I am his father, is there anything wrong?" asked Mr. Lambert.

"Arthur Weasley, a Ministry of Magic worker, is here for your son's studies. The man replied.

"Okay, come in. Mr. Lambert stepped aside and invited Arthur in, and then asked, "What school do you say my child is going to attend?"

"Hogwarts. Arthur said, "I'm a graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ”

When Lady Sally heard this, she was surprised and said, "Is the school of magic real?"

"Of course it's true, Hogwarts is the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, and basically every magical little wizard in England goes to school there. ”

Mr. Lambert looked down at Ryan and asked in Chinese, "Do you think you want to go to this school?"

Ryan replied, "Since I am considered to have magical powers, it is necessary to go there to learn and master abilities, after all, it is dangerous to have power that cannot be used. ”

After the father and son had finished speaking, Mr. Lambert turned to Arthur and said, "Well, if this is true, I agree in principle that my child will go to Hogwarts, but before I want to make sure. So can you tell me where Diagon Alley is in this letter?"

"Of course, you're more receptive than most Muggle parents. Diagon Alley can be passed from the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron" Arthur waved his wand, and a line of text appeared on the white paper on the table: 26 Charing Cross, London.

"This is the location of the Leaky Cauldron, take you kids, he can see here. Then, as if something suddenly came to mind, Arthur took out a ticket from his coat pocket and said, "This is a train ticket to Hogwarts, don't lose it." The platform is in the middle of the ninth and tenth platforms, and if you go early, you will see other wizards who are going to school, and you will know how to get in when you ask. ”

With that, Arthur waved goodbye to the three men, then walked out of the door to a bush and waved at them, disappearing on the lawn in front of the door with the sound of firecrackers.

It seems that not everyone has the treatment of a savior accompanying him, Ryan thought.