At 7 Privet Road, Casto was sleeping leisurely. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he asked Harry and Dudley to do their morning workout, he himself behaved unusually lazy.

But today, he was woken up by a quick knock on the door, so he rolled over the quilt. It wasn't until he heard Harry's shouts that he reluctantly went to open the door.

Harry waved the envelope at Castor and pasted the parchment to Castor's face.

Castor came to his senses in an instant. They gathered around the wooden table, carefully studying the letter that had arrived. Dudley was sent for a morning run, and it didn't matter if he was lazy Casto—though it was a certainty, it was clearly not Casto's pot.

He flipped through the letters, and it looked like Harry had been accepted into a very prestigious school that taught magic, and he was going to become a wizard.

"No wonder," he said enviously, flicking the parchment pages with his hand, "congratulations, this is happening around you." ”

Harry gave him a disapproving look and continued to look down at the envelope.

"How do they know where I am?" Puzzled, he asked, "Surveillance?" ”

Castor turned Harry's head out the window. Through his new glasses, he keenly caught a small dark shadow parked on a street lamp in the distance.

"Owls?" Harry looked at the creature from afar. The owl gave him a disgruntled look.

"It just stopped there," Casto said admiringly, "and kept wincing at us." I guess this letter has something to do with this erratic owl. ”

Harry turned his head, "And if I were to reply, would it react?" But how do I reply to the letter and go to the post office? ”

Castor was still staring at the owl. It flapped its wings impatiently.

"You decide," he said, "it's your choice, not mine." ”

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As it turns out, there really is something called the Owl Postal System.

As soon as Harry finished writing the letter, the owl swooped down into the window, pecked Harry's ear, grabbed the letter and left.

"Alright," Castor stretched, "let's see how far this 'prank' goes." ”

Harry, however, looked at him worriedly. Maybe he really wanted to go to this magical school, Hogwarts, to go to school, but Casto didn't receive such a letter.

Although he is excited, he is a wizard, and there is another novel world hidden in this world where he can accept him unconditionally.

But how interested Casto was in magical things, Harry knew it.

So Harry secretly added a few words to his reply, asking a man named Casto. Will Blake's 11-year-old receive such an admission letter like him?

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It's noon. It's time for Casto to eat again.

Of course, he doesn't call it rubbing. He sponsored many dishes that had not been seen at the Dursleys' dinner table.

Although Harry and Penny's cooking skills are not complimentary, they have mastered some Chinese cuisine under Casto's tutelage. For this reason, Casto had to remind Dudley every time that he was not alone in this meal.

As for why Casto himself did not fight...... Harry tasted it once with hope, and then stopped Castor with a strange look on his face.

It was business as usual.

Harry and Penny were in the kitchen, and Casto was in the living room, bathed in the sun, looking at a bottle of wine that looked precious and very tempting. Vernon and Dudley were in the bedroom, rummaging through other things to show off.

There was a knock on the door, very rhythmically.

"I'm Albus. Dumbledore," said an old but powerful voice, "I'll ......"

But before he could finish speaking, the door opened. Casto looked at the visitor and saw the surprise in his blue eyes.

"Welcome, Headmaster of Hogwarts," the boy said politely, "Harry and I have been waiting for this for a long time. ”

"Oh, I haven't seen such a smart child in a long time," Dumbledore said with a smile.

He had a long, broken-looking hooked nose, half-moon-shaped glasses, piercing blue eyes, and a long, silver-white beard. If these seemed to be a normal, experienced headmaster, then the dark purple robes covered with silver stars were indicative of the headmaster's taste...... Well, it doesn't seem like a problem, what if wizards dress up like this?

At least that's what Harry thought when he ran out of the kitchen.

"Hello, Harry, long time no see, it looks like you're doing well," Dumbledore said to him, "I'll pick you up and take you to Diagon Alley, there's a teacher who will show you how to get acquainted there." Well, then you'll know that it's not very effective to get him to do some persuasion...... But I think Penny and Vernon will agree, right? ”

Harry looked confused. The headmaster seemed to have seen himself, and he seemed to be familiar with the Dursleys.

"Who is it?" Behind him came Penny's voice, a little shaky.

"This must be Penny," Dumbledore said, "I'm Albus. Dumbledore. Of course, we do it by faith. ”

Harry never expected Aunt Penny to speak in such a horrified and hateful tone.

"Dumbledore!" She shouted, "What are you here for?" ”

She remembered the letter she had secretly written to Dumbledore when she was younger. And, of course, her sister, Lily. Evans. Eleven years ago, one morning, a baby and a letter were placed in front of my house.

On the cold letterhead, beautiful flowers told her that her sister had driven out a demon, protected the wizarding world, became a martyr, and left behind a child to be fed.

She looked frantically around, trying to find someone who could explain to her face. You know, even in the Muggle world, there will be special personnel who come to comfort the families and do bereavement work when great warriors die.

But, other than that, there really is nothing.

It occurred to her that maybe the headmaster had been negligent, maybe he didn't have time to take care of a family's aftermath on this celebratory day, or maybe he had his own arrangements. However, on that day when the wizarding world was celebrated, and even Muggles were freed from the hidden killing machine, she was the only one who really lost her sister and added another burden to her husband.

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Penny shifted her gaze to the envelope in Casto's hand. There was a conspicuous coat of arms on it, so familiar. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Harry's." Castor explained.

She gasped and bravely made eye contact with Dumbledore.

"You can't ......"

She felt the blue eyes behind the lenses looking at her, as if she were thinking about something.

"It was my mistake," she didn't expect Dumbledore to take the initiative, "but today is the day I'm here to see Harry." You know, there are some things that can't be stopped. ”

"What's more," Dumbledore continued with a smile, "I don't think you told Harry about his origins. ”

Harry was startled, and Petunia was already flushed. He and Vernon did more than that.

"So," the old man nodded, "we need more time to give Harry some counseling." But you've done a great job in some areas, thank you. ”

Dumbledore beckoned Harry over. Harry hesitated as he looked at Casto, who had been standing silently by the door since the beginning.

"Sir," Harry didn't move, "does magic really exist?" You know ......."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, then said in a gentle tone, "It's not your fault, Harry...... Think about what happened to you...... and ......"

A stick-like thing slipped out of his cuff, and he raised the hand.

The bottle of red wine on the glass table in the living room floated all at once, and the bottle was torn apart with a "bang". In the midst of the exclamation, the intensely colored red wine remained in its original state, hovering in the air, as if it were contained in an invisible bottle. And the piece of glass that had fallen down and was about to hit the table suddenly stopped, staggered back, and came together.

The red wine fell steadily back on the table with a crisp sound. The glass bottle didn't look like a shoddy product that had been glued, it was still intact, reflecting a clear light.

"Oh," Harry's eyes widened, but he continued, "and about the ...... I asked you"

"Casto. Blake's name doesn't appear on the list—in short, a list that shows the magical powers of the bloodline and the children who meet the criteria," Dumbledore turned and said bluntly, "It's a cruel thing, but with all my years of experience, I think it's better to say it directly." ”

"Yes," said Castor, "please take Harry away." ”

They closed the door and left. Harry could only finally look at Casto, who had been standing by the door, smiling and nodding to him gently, and say goodbye.

Castor suddenly had a sense of melancholy at the train station watching his children go to college far away. Maybe it's the feeling of a daughter getting married? He quickly shook his head.

He looked around, looking for something to interest him, to divert his attention, to calm himself down. But in the end, his gaze stayed on the glass table.

In the midday sun, the inferior bottle of red wine still radiated an alluring glow.