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What does it mean to go to middle school? Going to middle school means that Owen can go to school to live, can take care of himself alone, can leave the house, and his father and stepmother can take care of his newborn brother, so as soon as school is over, his father Allen comes to talk to Owen, after saying some important things and brewing a good atmosphere. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Listen, Owen, you're eleven years old, we've found you a good middle school, it's a boarding school, you can leave home, go independent, make a lot of friends there, and be free......" Alan looked at the silent Owen, trying hard to describe the beauty of the whole house.

"I've already been invited by a school." Owen looked at Allen, who was trying to fool, and suddenly became a little bored, this is coaxing himself like a child!

"The school gives you ...... What school? Alan still had to speak, listening to this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, there was still such a situation, someone rushed to have his own son?

"A school called Hogwarts." Owen took out the envelope pressed under the bed.

"What, really? When was this letter delivered? Alan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he reached out to take the envelope, glancing at the address, which was surprisingly accurate in the room where Owen lived in his home.

"On my eleventh birthday, it was sent by an owl." Owen looked at Allen, who turned the letter out to read the contents, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"What, what?" Alan looked at the contents of the letter in his hand, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that he had heard it wrong, what is it? Owl delivery?

"Magic? Honey, you ....... While thinking that he was having auditory hallucinations, Alan glanced at the contents of the letter in his hand, and couldn't help but shake his head, and at the same time prepared to explain to his son, you have been deceived by a fake letter, who would believe that there is magic in this world.

"Uh-huh! In a full-boarding school, I don't go home except for the summer vacation. Owen snorted lightly, and said with a slight bewilderment, the subconscious meaning is that if you go to this school, your goal will be achieved.

"Uh...... This school does not exist. Alan listened to Owen's slightly demagogic words, and a trace of intent flashed in his heart, although it may be a liar, but it may also be a middle school under the guise of a pretense, if this place has it, it seems to be really good, but this school really exists?

"Bang!" The glass on the table exploded automatically, and in the silence, Alan shrank his neck in fright, looked at the shattered glass, a little frightened, and then turned his head to look at his calm son.

"Well, it could be some physical phenomenon, don't worry." Alan looked at his calm son, couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, pretended to be calm, and explained with a smile, as soon as the words fell, there was a bang behind him, and the door was automatically closed in the absence of wind, and the loud sound made Alan almost tremble.

"!" Allen's body shook, and he couldn't help but curse, turned his head and walked to the door, reaching out to open the door again, but the door seemed to be welded together.

"You can't pull it open." Owen couldn't help but roll his eyes, finally knowing why the wizard didn't want to expose himself.

"Don't worry, it's okay, something may be broken, I'll fix him." Alan turned his head to look at his composed, and couldn't help but smile and explain that it was an accident.

"Good!" Owen looked at Allen, who didn't believe in the existence of magic, and couldn't help but nod his head, what could he do about this kind of person who was thought to be an accident, he could only wait for the people at Hogwarts to solve it.

"Hmm!" Alan looked at his son who didn't say much, couldn't help nodding his head, smiled with satisfaction, and unscrewed the door open at once, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief, turning his head to look at Owen.

"Look, it's just an accident."

"What time is it?" Owen looked at the man with a relaxed face, and couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth, the letters sent in March have been a few months now, and Hogwarts has not sent anyone over.

"July 1st, what's wrong?" Alan looked at his son who seemed to have given up his thoughts, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and asked, but before he could get an answer, he only heard a dingdong sound outside the door.

"Someone's coming." Alan listened to the voice, couldn't help but speak, and then walked out without looking back.

Sitting up from the bed, Owen followed Alan's steps, watching him walk to the other side of the door, he had a hunch that this person outside the door was a guest from Hogwarts, and she would be better than herself to convince Alan, in fact, as he thought.

"Hello." Alan opened the door and looked at the lady outside the house, and couldn't help but be slightly restrained, what style of dress is this? A woman in her fifties, wrapped in a dark green robe and wearing a peaked hat.

"Hello, my name is Minerva McGonagall, and I believe Mr. Stirling already knows about me." McGonagall bowed slightly, looked up and down at the man who opened the door, and couldn't help but speak.

"Mi ......" Alan didn't react too much, Minerva McGonagall, it doesn't seem to be a standout name, but it seems like I've seen it somewhere, but do I know it?

"Hogwarts." McGonagall looked at the ignorant man, her brow furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but remind him of the envelope and the letter in his hand.

"Huo ......" Allen opened his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the envelope and letter in his hand, what kind of joke was this.

"May I go in?" McGonagall looked at Alan's expression, and couldn't help but hook her hands in front of her, and opened her mouth to remind.

"Oh, of course, of course, no, you really ......" Alan was a little surprised and couldn't come back to his senses, and quickly got out of the way, and at the same time a little suspicious, for the accidents that Owen had caused him just now, he was not as surprised as the real person who came to the door now.

"I'll prove it to you." McGonagall looked at the man with a surprised face, and she was not too surprised, there were all kinds of parents of students in the past, and there were even people who used her as a liar.

"Does that magic really exist?" Alan sensed himself touching a mysterious door, and behind it there was a mysterious world.

"Mr. Sterling." McGonagall took her wand from her robe, waved it lightly, and looked at the letter in her hand.

"Huh?" Alan looked at the lady waving the short stick, couldn't help blinking his eyes, followed the other party's gaze, looked at the envelope in his hand, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised, the envelope in his hand turned into a pancake.

"Please spread your hands." McGonagall looked at the surprised man, couldn't help but smile, and under the movement and gaze of the other man, she waved her wand again, and the envelope that turned into a pancake suddenly turned into an owl, reached out and took the letter in Alan's other hand, flew around the room, and then landed in one hand.

"Mr. Owen Stirling?" McGonagall's scrutinizing gaze fell on Owen and asked.

"Yes, Professor." The owl in Owento's hand nodded slightly. (To be continued.) )