For a school, each school of witchcraft and wizardry has its own means of searching for new students, just as Hogwarts relies on the Book of Admission handed down from ancient times and the accompanying "Pen of Receptivity".

However, simply sending admission letters to selected children may not be able to recruit them smoothly. Take Harry back then, if it weren't for Hagrid, he probably wouldn't have been able to step into the wizarding world in his life, let alone enter Hogwarts.

In the modern wizarding world, where there are more and more Muggle-born wizards, how to properly guide the prospective students who are unable to make it to Hogwarts on their own has become an important issue these days. In fact, Muggle Studies, one of the elective subjects, has a specific course of inquiry in this area.

At Hogwarts, at least one professor each year takes on this responsibility, observing and engaging with those who awaken from outside the wizarding world to a certain extent. It's not just about making sure the kids come to Hogwarts Castle to experience the magic, it's about their own safety.

You know, once those children with wizarding potential are mentally suppressed in the Muggle world, it is possible to gradually transform into the silent!

This year, Professor McGonagall has put this seemingly inconspicuous but in fact responsible task in the hands of Maca, tasked with guiding the children who have been isolated from the magic gates.

"Squeak-"

As the sound of the broken wooden door being pushed open passed by her ears, Maca walked steadily into the small tower on the second floor of the Hogwarts Castle Annex.

The door to this tower opened next to several utility rooms side by side, but these doors were enchanted, and if you didn't unlock them.

Maca knocked rhythmically on the door a few times before reaching out and unscrewing the doorknob.

As soon as he entered, he found that the ground floor of the tower was also crowded with all kinds of miscellaneous items, almost indistinguishable from the miscellaneous items next door. As soon as he got here, his vision was dim, because there was no light source in it.

Outside the doorway behind him, light filtered in from his side, and the slanting pillar of light contrasted sharply with the darkness of the room. In the misty pillar of light projected in, the swirling dust particles were clearly recognizable, and people couldn't help but feel as if even the passage of time had quietly slowed down a lot.

As he walked around the mops, dustpans, broken wooden cabinets, and the old desks that had been almost piled up into a hill, and looked inside, he finally found another broken wooden door.

Contrary to the appearance of the small wooden door, Maca could vaguely sense that it was obvious that there was an extremely complex forbidden magic attached to it. If someone with the means to open it hadn't come over, even if they had broken through the outside barriers, it would have been impossible to get through here to the upper floors of this small tower.

Maca looked curiously left and right for a moment before reaching forward with her palm and silently casting a spell designed to open the door. As he finished casting the spell, the wooden door creaked open with an unsurprising creak, revealing the spiral staircase hidden behind it.

The wooden doors are old, as are these stone-carved staircases. Maca climbed up step by step, and the feeling of looseness under her feet made people afraid that they would collapse and fall apart if they stepped on it heavily.

Each of these staircases is higher than the other staircases in the castle, making the spiral staircase leading to the top quite steep. Fortunately, the tower was not tall overall, and although it was a little difficult to climb, it didn't take long for Maca to notice that she could already see the trapdoor overhead.

"Click-bang!"

Probably because the house-elves were not allowed to enter, and there were no hard-working little ones to clean up, and the moment the trapdoor was pushed open, there was a lot of dust that fell into Maca's eyes along with the light.

He quickly narrowed his eyes, covered his mouth, and used a descaling charm to clean up all the dust, and then straightened up and walked up.

As soon as she stepped onto the circular room at the top of the small tower, Maca caught a glimpse of the half-human stone platform in the center. The surface of the stone platform itself and the bricks on the ground are carved with old and ancient symbols, and there is no flow of brilliance, not even half of the magic fluctuations.

But even so, Maca clearly understood that the stone platform and the book on the table were all in use all the time.

He is a wizard who is proficient in ancient magic scripts, and with such obscure traces of ancient magic, of course he will meet Hunter Xinxi. But now that he has learned about this place from Professor McGonagall, of course he can come and study it at any time in the future, so there is no need to rush it at this moment.

After a few glances, Maca took out her notebook and wrote down the names and locations on the new page of the Book of Access, line by line. Just looking at it this way, this mysterious magic book is no different from ordinary books, and even when it is turned over, it is exactly like a book without magic.

"Sarah Hohenheim? Hey, I've already got a name on it, and I don't know if this genius girl will choose Hogwarts in the end......" Maka kept writing in the notebook hanging in front of her, and secretly pondered, "Oh? Ens Taon...... Isn't that the boy from Little Delphi's neighborhood? You can go back and take another look......"

After more than ten minutes, Maca, who had completed the list record, looked at it carefully again, and then nodded.

"There aren't many places to run, I should be able to handle it alone, so I don't need to trouble other professors." After checking it, he casually closed the notebook and put it back in the bag around his waist with the pen.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, a very subtle stream of magic suddenly came from afar, almost instantaneously.

He was very sensitive to magic fluctuations, so he immediately turned to look over.

The moment he turned around, the "pen of acceptance" that had been silently inserted in the inkwell had already floated into the sky above the "Book of Access", and the tip of the pen was about to fall on the page. But in the next second, the "Book of Access" with the cover of the black dragon skin slid to the side suddenly, and it closed automatically with a "snap".

Judging by Professor McGonagall's statement before coming here, there was undoubtedly a magic storm that had been felt by the "Pen of Acceptance" but not yet recognized by the "Book of Access".

There are many kinds of magical riots of young wizards.

According to their own magical talents, the more active the mana, the stronger the child's rampage, and the more determined the spirit, the more ingenious the form of the child's rampage.

In addition, of course, there are some exceptions, such as the situation of unconsciously forming perfect control like Maca's magic rampage; Another example is the case of Voldemort in his childhood, who was able to manipulate magic freely to a certain extent in order to achieve his own will.

As with these exceptions, it is possible to get the recognition of both the Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance, and their names can be written on the pages of the book as soon as possible. If this is not the case, then it may be necessary to follow up through the cautious "Book of Access" in order to leave a name in it after repeated investigations.

Since the name wasn't immediately put on the page, Maca thought about it and turned to leave. Because he knew that the observation time of the Book of Access could be long or short, and if he chose to stay and wait, who knew when he would have a result? It's better to check back later.

"I hope you'll be chosen!" Before closing the trapdoor, Maca glanced at the stone platform again and said.

……

Today's weather is actually not very good, there is some sunshine in the morning, but in the afternoon the sky becomes gloomy. But this is the case in the UK, the gray sky is the norm, and it is a little strange to not see each other for a day.

Maca had already been to a family before lunch, and his task at the moment was only to get a glimpse of it, and if he really needed to make contact, it would have to be in the period before school started.

At this moment, he was sitting in the tram and looking at the street scene outside, and his mouth and nose were full of the long-lost city atmosphere. Occasionally, he could hear one or two musicians dressed in a trendy and unique way on the street, bringing a little lightness to the somewhat dull street.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain," Maca tilted her head and looked up at the sky, "Although it's not bad to look at the rain in the city, it's not convenient to work when it's wet?" I also want to take advantage of the first few days of the holiday to take a leisurely stroll around here! ”

By "this side", he was referring to the Muggle world.

In fact, for Maca, the wizarding world is the world on the "other side", and no matter how long he lives there, it is difficult for him to completely see himself as a wizard. Maybe I didn't think much of it when the wizarding world was busy, but once I returned to this Muggle world, the intimacy suddenly became stronger.

"Click-"

He was thinking casually when the train stopped. At the same time as the car door opened, he suddenly came back to his senses and got out of the car with many people in a hurry.

But after only a few steps, Maca felt a chill pass over her head. When he raised his head and looked high in the sky, the gray sky raindrops hung down like silk threads, wisps after wisps, as if they were about to split the whole sky to pieces.

The rain finally fell.