London.

King's Cross Station, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

With a ripple, the figure of a boy appeared in the station.

Brown and red hair, green eyes as refreshing as jade, and although his appearance is immature, he has already revealed the handsomeness he should have in the future.

At the same time, the people around him couldn't stop looking at him.

A little boy who is only about 11 years old, not pushing a large number of luggage carts, but carrying a simple and delicate small suitcase, this kind of thing is actually not common.

However, it was not to the point where it was necessary to stare at him, and many students stepped into the carriage at the behest of their parents or other parents to find their preferred or suitable seats.

As for the boy himself, he soon came to the rear carriage.

"Tickets, kid."

At the door of the carriage, the ticket inspector in a robe just stretched out his hand, and the boy also couriered his ticket.

"Okay, Connor McMab?"

"Yes, sir."

After staring at the child for a long time, he smiled and handed the ticket back.

"Hogwarts is the best school and the safest place in the world, there is no need to feel frightened and lonely, child, have a good trip."

Connor noticed that the ticket inspector seemed to think of himself as a normal kid who didn't know anything.

This is also known as a Muggle-born wizard.

However, because of the origin of the word, Connor did not like the word, even if it has been passed down to the present day, and the malice and contempt in it are almost dissipated.

But Connor wouldn't refuse the wizard's friendliness, he just smiled politely in return.

"Thank you, sir."

Without asking for a name, he stepped into the carriage.

But before he could take two more steps, the wizard called out to him again.

"Wait, kid."

'Click'

At the same time, his box made an indescribable noise, as if something was crashing.

Connor's heart and lungs almost stopped when he unfolded beyond his expectations, but he still calmed his expression and faced them with a smile that no one could see.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Without leaving a trace, he kept his small suitcase behind him.

"It's nothing, it's just that I noticed that you don't seem to have any other luggage, so is that really okay?"

"Ah, it's fine."

Connor just smiled.

"I don't really have a lot of things, and I don't have any other pets or anything, just clothes and textbooks, and a few old clothes."

"Oh, that's it."

The ticket inspector didn't seem to suspect anything, which made Connor breathe a sigh of relief.

"If there's nothing going on, I'll go find the carriage first, there are more people, and I'm a little scared that I won't be able to find a seat."

"Haha, don't feel scared, kid, our carriage is absolutely adequate and safe enough."

Although he said so, the ticket inspector did not embarrass the shy little wizard in his eyes, but just smiled and waved.

Met his gaze, Connor simply walked away slowly.

It was only after confirming that he was completely out of his sight that he quickened his pace and walked to an empty carriage that he was truly relieved.

"It's good if there's no one."

After casually placing the suitcase in his hand on the window seat, he closed the compartment door completely.

"Okay...... Now let's review that. ”

He fumbled into the inside pocket of his coat and found an old notebook full of things he had written down while he could remember.

"Let me see how many things I can remember, 1991, Harry Potter, Hogwarts, House, Horcruxes, Dumbledore, Mysterio, Defense Against the Dark Arts, that's probably it."

After quickly going through the gossip he had written, Connor closed his eyes and began to remember and reflect.

He's actually something like a creature called a traverser.

As for why he said that it was similar and could not be confirmed, it was because he himself had no way of knowing for sure.

Is it a sudden ghost of an adult who died for unknown reasons to pierce a child's body, or is it a child living in this land who suddenly gains a memory that does not belong to him?

This kind of thing is a mystery, at least Connor himself has no way of determining.

In short, by the time he came to his senses, he had become a child.

And as a slightly more special being, he doesn't even have such a thing as a system.

Just being adopted by a woman who is close to a ghost and learning from an old man who is obsessed with eccentricity.

And from them, Connor learned a lot.

Truth be told, Connor didn't think he had traveled into a plausible fantasy world until he received an acceptance letter from the school that was made up of four animals.

"Alas, whether it's me or not, it's good to know more when I cross."

Looking at the few words he had written, Connor felt a headache in retrospect.

He wasn't actually a fan in the traditional sense, more of an hearsay, and now, all he has in his head are the fragments that impress him.

If you want to sort out the whole story line, it's impossible, he just remembers that there is a big boss in this world called Voldemort, who tried his best to occupy a school, and was finally killed by the protagonist.

As he stared at the messy messages in his notebook, Connor felt his head swell.

He didn't like this state of half-understanding, but he felt that he couldn't let it go.

"Or ...... Let it be. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Connor suddenly had the idea of burning his notebook completely.

"Burn it, burn it, kid, I've said it many times, don't be bound by the memories in your head."

Suddenly, an empty blue voice rang out.

When Connor came back to his senses, a beautiful figure appeared beside him.

The woman was armed with a sword and dagger, a hazel wand in her hand, and she was dressed in white, with her arms and feet bare.

"You have to learn to use them, Connor, they are your advantage, but they should not be your bondage."

She is dignified, beautiful, delicate and heroic.

But alas, she is long gone.

Looking at her like this, Connor sighed.

"Mother's ......"

Yes, she was his mother, and she raised him.

However, this is not without claims.

"You should use the gift in your mind, child, to change the state of the wizards who are now cowering and restless."

Yes, that's what she asked for with another elder.

From him crosses...... In other words, when he really had this awareness, the two elders had such requirements for him and taught him strictly.

They want a successor to come forward and take on those ancient skills and then initiate change.

And for their request, Connor couldn't refuse either.

for they raised him and taught him knowledge.

Whether it's his mother or his grandfather, they are his relatives in this world.

It is natural to bear their expectations, and it is also natural to think that they are the chosen ones.

And he did not live up to the expectations of the old man and his mother, reading through the books they prepared from an early age, learning all kinds of spells that he thought were extremely interesting, and even communicating with those animal companions.

The mother and the old man were very demanding, but he basically did it.

Eat all the knowledge they have given, and wait for an opportunity to fully practice and digest it.

You can go out on adventures, you can travel, you can go out to 'save' the world.

It's just that before Connor's not-so-settled heart was too restless, a letter completely shattered his simple and wild, beautiful and dreamy fantasy imagination.

It's not chaotic now, and it has its own order.

The superficial world belongs to ordinary people, while wizards operate behind the scenes, seemingly unrelated but incomparably profound.

Even, this is the world of fairy tales that he still remembers part of.

"Harry Potter ......"