Brett saw his father's Brighton at a glance, raised his hand to greet it, Brighton gently fell on Bright's shoulder, Brett wiped his hands, untied the bag tied to Brighton's feet, first turned over and took out a few high-end rations that Brighton loved, and then gently took out the letter and slowly unfolded:

Dear Little Bray,

How are you, I'm sorry your mother and I didn't take you to the bus, but the school went well! Which house did you get into? Tell us about Hogwarts, and let me know if you don't like anything, and I'll talk to Mr. Armando Dippert.

By the way, just now Sophie asked me to tell you, she said that she knows that you are very smart, and she may think that the first-year course is boring, but you must take classes seriously, don't wander around in the castle, no one can tell how many terrible places there are in that castle, especially the Forbidden Forest, you are definitely not allowed to go, otherwise you will be good-looking. Also, to protect her dear little Zoe, remember?

Finally, we wish you a happy stay at Hogwarts.

Love your Xiu

September 2, 1938

Brett carefully folded the letter and put it in the storage compartment, took out the pen and paper, and wrote it on the table:

Dear Mom and Dad,

So far I've been doing well, I chose Hufflepuff House because I like the style of the house, it fits my personality, you know, I'm not that into the limelight, and I feel comfortable in Hufflepuff. Zoe lived up to the hype and went to Gryffindor, where we had just met, and her cousin, Norton Weasley, was also in Gryffindor, and we met some friends on the train.

Although the first-year course is really simple, I am still very interested in the study life at the Academy of Magic, and I will listen carefully and answer questions actively, so you can rest assured.

Also, I'm safe at Hogwarts, but you should pay extra attention to the Allied movements, I vaguely feel the threat of war, our Butterfield Castle is relatively safe, if the war starts, try not to leave. It is important to note that the United States is not a trustworthy ally.

Yours sincerely, Brett Butterfield

September 2, 1938

Rolled up the letter again, put it in the bag, and tied it to Brighton's lap, stroking its back, "Go, Brighton, have a safe journey." ”

After Brighton flew away, Brett did not continue to eat breakfast, but watched the students and teachers around him with great interest.

Abraxas was mingling with Crabbe and Goyle, while Tom Riddle sat quietly not far away, eating a half-cooked steak. In the distance, at the Gryffindor table, Norton was talking to Quinna, but Quinna was not very interested, but Norton was completely unaware.

"Hey, Brett, have you eaten? Let's go to the playground together, the first class of today is a flying lesson, and it's a little exciting to think about it." Jason, who was next to Brett, patted him on the shoulder and said.

Friday morning's flying lesson was with the new Ravenclaw freshmen, because Brett was not at all interested in Quidditch and therefore did not plan to make a name for himself in flying lessons, but for the sake of Hufflepuff honors, he still showed some strength, answered several questions from the professor perfectly in terms of flight theory, managed to earn Hufflepuff 20 points, and also behaved in the actual operation of the broomstick. Luckily, there was no such thing as Neville in their class, and the class went so smoothly that it wasn't until an hour and a half later that the class ended.

At lunch, Jason and Wayne were still chatting vigorously across Brett, and then Brett simply sat down next to Valker and made way for the two, and soon, lunch was over, and the students were returning to their respective stations in groups, only to notice Tom Riddle silently following a group of Gryffindors up the stairs.

"As far as I know, the common room in Slytherin is supposed to be at the bottom of the lake, what is he going upstairs to do?, did he make a move on the first day of school?" Brett thought to himself, and then let out a divine sense to lock on Tom.

Tom went straight up to the 5th floor to the library, and although he encountered many staircase traps along the way, he easily avoided them.

"For a while, I didn't think he had just come to Hogwarts, and he knew all about it, and Norton was lost at breakfast. Halfway through, Brett didn't go back to the dormitory with Walker, but followed Tom to the library.

Brett followed him to the library, and after taking notes from Mr. David, the librarian, he deliberately walked over to Tom's side, to his surprise, Tom was not reading books about spells or anything like that, but was standing in front of the bookshelf of history and biographies, and at this time he was flipping through a copy of "The Origins of the Old Wizarding Family" in his hand, sensing Brett's arrival, he raised his head and looked at it expressionlessly.

Brett waved at him in no embarrassment, and Tom nodded politely in response, then immersed himself in the book again. But Brett knew that this Tom had begun to observe him secretly, and Brett turned to the other row of bookshelves without paying attention, in fact, he was not at all interested in these open magic books, at least half of them, he had a collection, and swiped his fingertips aimlessly from one book to another, and finally he pulled out a copy of "Potions Cookbook" at random Walking to the desk on the side of the library, Davy glanced down at Brett with a pair of brown eyes through the tiny glasses, shook his head and continued to fiddle with a set of tarot cards in his hand.

And Brett is indeed a little interested in the books in his hand, and plans to find all these potion seeds and plant them in his spiritual field, and after harvesting, he can also expand the recipes in the system canteen. Brett read books quickly, Tom was not slow, and soon chose another book to study, Brett also admired a little, this young Voldemort was so talented.

Brett didn't expect little Tom to work so hard, and originally wanted to have a happy time eating-class-eating-going back to the dormitory-going to class-eating-going back to the dormitory, such a simple and relaxed day of three o'clock and one line.

"It's not a peace of mind!" Brett thought in a heartbroken heart, putting the book back on the shelf, ignoring little Tom, who was still quickly flipping through the magic books between the shelves, and went downstairs to the Hufflepuff common room alone.

The three of them slept soundly, and Brett also lay down on the bed gently, "It seems that the matter of killing the basilisk is on the agenda, but so far I have only killed people, not magical creatures, I don't know if I, the late stage of foundation building, is an opponent." By the way, this matter must be called Nairo, the basilisk is most afraid of chickens, and Nairo, as a raven, should be about the same, right?"

I swore not to stay up late, but today I rarely had a calm mind, and I wrote two chapters, I am really amazing.