Casto sat on the stone steps of his room and looked up at the stars. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 He placed the letter from Harry on his lap and played with a silver dagger in his hand.

Today Harry was taken away by an old man. He's going to be a wizard.

And he can't be a wizard.

He has always prided himself on his ability to learn, both in theory and in practice.

He thought he would be good enough in what he was interested in.

But when it comes to magic, he's not qualified.

The newly-bought, snow-white owl perched on his shoulder, very patiently waiting for his reply. He could already feel its beak in his ear, as if ready to give a hard peck when he confirmed that he wasn't going to reply.

"Come in, Mrs. Dursley, the door is unlocked."

He squinted as Mrs. Dursley, who had behaved erratically today, pushed open the garden door and entered. She looked very uneasy, and her long horse face was visibly worried, completely different from what she usually looked like.

"Are you alright? What about Harry? She said, standing not far away.

"He's going to have to stay in Diagon Alley all the time today," he replied, "and he's going to need to get familiar with that world." ”

There was silence, and only the chirping of insects could be heard. The owl pursed its mouth and made a "snapping" sound.

"It?"

"Hedwig, Harry's gift," he explained, "'Guardian of the Orphans,' what a good name. ”

"You're not going to reply much, are you?"

"How could it be. I've learned basic etiquette. ”

"Let Harry contact you?"

"You seem to understand me, ma'am?"

"No, it's just that my sister also received a letter like today," Penny said earnestly, treating Casto as a child for the first time, "Many years later, one night, Dumbledore left Harry in front of my house and left a letter telling me that my sister was dead. ”

"Listen," she continued, "I've already made a mistake once, and I don't want anyone to ...... out of jealousy."

"Jealousy?" Castor frowned, "Why are you jealous?" I was just wondering if I didn't get the notice because I didn't speak English......"

Casto stopped, he felt that his mind was a little confused today.

He can be sure that he has not yet reached the level of jealousy.

What's the reason for that?

He stared at the silver blade and remembered for a moment.

"I'm so proud." Casto sighed inwardly.

This is normal, because I am already impatient to come to the UK for primary school. They simply can't compare to themselves who have trained for so many years, whether it is Dudley's muscles or other people's minds.

If it weren't for Harry's interest, he might have traveled around the British Isles a long time ago.

Today, however, there is one man who has demonstrated a skill that he could not acquire no matter how long he trained.

But this skill rejected itself because of something that would never have to do with one's own efforts - bloodline.

People who are only jealous are always appreciating the shadows of others, while proud people are always chasing their perfect selves.

Casto felt his pride shattered, and he fell into a deep daz.

At least just now.

.

"I should be happy."

Penny thinks Casto is broken.

"I should be happy," Casto looked up, his eyes reflecting the starry sky, but the corners of his mouth curled, "at least I know that in this ordinary, scientifically explained world, there is another mysterious world hidden, like the place where we live, there are schools, there are bars, there are shops, there are banks, there are government ......"

"It was a wonderful, complete world."

Harry said that he was picked up by a giant named Hagrid. He said that only people who did not believe in the existence of magic were called Muggles. ”

"I don't think I'm not."

"Even if I'm just an 'ordinary person', I will never admit that I am what they call a 'Muggle'."

"Isn't it nice to know that the world of magic really exists?"

The garden fell silent again. Penny looked at Casto on the steps in disbelief and shook her head self-deprecatingly.

She waited for an owl for 31 years, but she didn't expect that she had closed the window.

"And there will be a way."

Penny instinctively remembered the letter she had written to Dumbledore.

"But I'm definitely not going to ask Dumbledore to let me go," Castor scratched his head, making a mess of his supple black hair, "there must be a way, the wizarding world is certainly not all made of spells......"

"Theoretically, potions don't need a wand," Penny said with a laugh, "Fantastic beasts, herbs, astronomy, and the like, of course." ”

Castor wanted to complain about astronomy the most. In his opinion, the laws of the planets have nothing to do with magic.

He put the dagger away and was about to reply to Harry, but a hand stopped him.

"If you can't get into school, what you need most is guidance," Penny said, "and I think Dumbledore will be happy to arrange it, 'Black.'" ”