British.

Port of Southhampton.

Mike Gretel, the most worrying child of St. Mary's Welfare Home, the treasure in the hands of the director of the welfare home, the good helper of the caregivers, the object of worship of many younger siblings, and the veritable child king.

Now eleven years old, but now his face is full of melancholy, huddled next to a pile of gentlemen in top hats, his eyes sharply scanning the sky around him, and his ears are full of gentlemen's high-minded talk about the New World, as if he can become a master as long as he arrives at Ami.

If it was before, he might not have to complain, but now, he just wants to be quiet and stay away from the land of right and wrong as soon as possible.

As a time-traveler who has been traveling for ten years, McGregort originally had a very detailed plan for his future, such as studying hard, obtaining a degree from a prestigious university, and then using his vision beyond the times to engage in business to compete for the reputation of the world's richest man.

Or study hard, obtain a degree from a prestigious school, and then bet on politics, but you can't become a generation of celebrities so that the sun never sets and rise again, at least Mike, who has an incomparably forward-looking vision, is more competent than a certain Bao.

However, all plans were ruined by a letter received half a month ago from Hogwarts, the most famous school of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe and the world.

God knows how Mike's heart was scorched when he received the letter.

After all, for ten years, McGregort thought that he was taking an urban script, and made a complete plan for it, who would have thought that the business would collapse halfway, and now tell him that he took a fantasy magic script.

Although since the age of five, he has discovered that he has found something different, such as being able to make something float at will, or make a flower bud bloom, or summon a fresh breeze or something like that.

Then he simply felt that it might have changed from an ordinary urban script to an urban ability script, after all, in the foreseeable future, it will be an era of technological explosion, and wizards or anything are not within the scope of his thinking at all.

When a black dot appeared in the distant sky, McGregor reluctantly stood up and walked to an unobtrusive corner, quietly waiting for the messenger from Hogwarts, a gray and black owl.

Maggie, oh, the current common name in the wizarding world, Muggles, as owl messengers of magical creatures, are born with a Confusion Charm to confuse Muggles, so that wizards can receive letters in the human world without being detected.

Sure enough, it was the acceptance letter again, McGregort sighed, didn't bother to open the cover, and conveniently stuffed the envelope with the letter written on it that Mr. Mike Gretel received in the waiting area of berth No. 37 of the port of South Hampton, Hampshire, into the trash.

"I'm so sorry," McGregort decisively apologized as he turned around and bumped into someone else after losing the notice.

The fluttering silver-white beard in front of him told McGregort that he had bumped into an elderly man, and he didn't care to see what the person he had hit looked like, so he was determined to reach out to help.

But without thinking, a hand passed over, grabbed his hand and shook it twice, "Hello, Mr. McGregor, would you mind changing places with me to talk?" ”

McGregort looked up, stunned for a moment.

The man was tall and thin, with silver hair and a silver beard long enough to fit around his waist, and was wearing a robe, a purple cloak that covered the floor, and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles on his feet.

Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes are very deep and shining.

"Of course, I'd love to, Professor Dumbledore." McGregort seemed to have lost all the strength of his body, and his shoulders collapsed suddenly, "But ......"

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"I spent a hundred and twenty-five pounds on the ticket, Professor, why don't you wait for me to finish my sentence and let me refund the ticket." Gretel rubbed her head and complained.

"Also, are you sure that your visit to a church-funded welfare home by a wizard doesn't involve blasphemy?"

"Isn't the very existence of a wizard blasphemous?" Dumbledore blinked, "So, do you mind if your 'family' comes and listens to our conversation?" ”

"Of course not, you wait, I'll bring the dean." Gretel shrugged his shoulders and turned to go out.

"You mean we, little Gretel, are leaving home for what you call Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for seven years of magical studies?" St. Mary's Welfare Homestead, Swan Gretel, is an elderly nun.

Of course, to Dumbledore, she was just an older child.

"That's right, Lady Gretel, Hogwarts is a boarding school, and of course, he'll be back with you family when the holidays come, after all, young wizards need family company."

Dumbledore's voice fell, and their eyes focused on Gretel.

"So, what do you think, kid?" The dean looked lovingly at the child who made her feel at ease the most.

"I think it's okay, to learn magic or not, I'm confident of getting ahead, Mother Gretel." McGregort was noncommittal.

Or, if he had the choice, he would choose to be a wizard hidden in Muggles, after all, it was 1991, and Britain or the entire European wizarding world was about to be in turmoil.

There was nothing else in the wizarding world that appealed to him except magical magic, and whether it was his lifestyle or future prospects, it was obvious that the Muggle world was superior.

For McGregort, apart from magic itself, the wizarding world is about to become synonymous with obscurantism, at least from the works he has seen and understood about Harry's world, the wizarding world has not absorbed the results of the technological explosion at all.

Nine and three-quarters of the way the old train on the platform seems to be able to run until now.

Owls have always acted as messengers of the wizarding world, flying slowly in the skies of the British wizarding world.

As if seeing Gretel's hesitation, Dumbledore had to use a big move, "Lady Gretel, there is something I need to tell you, if the young wizard does not receive a formal magical education, he may be life-threatening due to the loss of control of magic. ”

In order to prove the truth of his words, Dumbledore pulled a memory from his mind and threw it in front of Swan's Gretel.

Looking at the silence in Lao Deng's memory, McGregort rolled his eyes noncommittally.

If you are a little wizard who is ignorant of the world, it is indeed possible to lose control of your magic power such as suppression and fright, giving birth to silence and even life-threatening.

But for a pseudo-little wizard like him, he has the confidence to control the magic that gradually grows in his body, and you don't know why he has become a famous child king in the entire welfare home at the age of only eleven.

Disguising magic as magic has become a master-level skill that he has mastered.

However, he did not explain.

After all, when he saw Dumbledore appear in front of him, he was already sure that he couldn't leave Great Britain and could not go to the New World to become a business upstart, create the great Gretel family, and implement his great British orthodoxy in Aramco.

Sure enough, after seeing the scene in Dumbledore's memory silently exploding and the young wizard losing his life, Lady Swan Gretel spat out a sentence firmly.

"Go, little Gretel will be handed over to you, even if you discipline him, if there is anything bad to do, leave it to me, and I will educate him."