"Well, Mike, you're welcome to school, and you shouldn't throw the notice in the trash again this time." Dumbledore's eyes narrowed with a smile as he pulled out the notice from his bosom that had been dumped in the trash can at berth 37 by Mike Grant not long ago.

The words on the envelope have been received by Mike Grant, the right side lounge on the third floor of St. Mary's Welfare House.

"Of course, Professor, I'm looking forward to my future life at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore came and went in a hurry, not even in time for the lunch that Lady Swan Grant had prepared for Dumbledore's arrival.

You know, St. Mary's Church has a limited amount of funding, so the days when St. Mary's Welfare House is open like this are always on Sunday night.

Not to mention that the meat was just opened yesterday Sunday, and the meat is opened again today.

Mike Gretel, who knew the inside story, was very warm in his heart, he knew that no one cared more about his development than Mrs. Swan Gretel, which is why there was no shortage of people from good families to adopt him for so many years, but he always refused.

By the time the children at St. Mary's Welfare House raised their hands and shouted "Long Live Mother Gretel" as they opened meat, Dumbledore had already returned to Hogwarts.

"Albus, have you seen that kid?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern.

She really felt that her head was big, and which of the students in previous years did not reply quickly when they received the notice, but there were two problems this year.

One is Harry Potter, Dumbledore said he has other arrangements, and the other is the prospective first-year student whom Dumbledore took the initiative to consult today, Mike Gretel.

Seeing that there was only one month left to start school, the two students did not reply to a letter.

"I've seen it, this kid is very similar to Tom, just as handsome, just as talented, I can feel the magic hidden in him."

Professor McGonagall knew Dumbledore still had something to say, but couldn't help it, "That'......"

Dumbledore stuffed a honey candy into his mouth, "He's very popular, and the children in the orphanage like him, but unlike Tom, he doesn't rely on magic to deceive, or to rhetoric, or even to his good looks."

I could feel that he was simply relying on his own heart, and those children really liked him, and even called magic magic to make the children happy.

The reason why he didn't want to come to Hogwarts was simply because he was more optimistic about the development of Maggie's world. ”

"But, Dumbledore, in case ......" Minerva McGonagall could say before Albus Dumbledore could stop him.

"Trust me, Minerva, as long as we guide him well, he will never become the next Dark Lord."

Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore for a long time, "Well, if you insist, but I'll keep an eye on him." ”

——

Professor McGonagall was gone, and Dumbledore snuggled up on the couch and let out a short sigh.

The headmasters on the portrait: "Dumbledore, something is wrong with you, you have a secret, tell me quickly, and we will give you a detailed explanation." ”

Dumbledore ignored the portrait's words, just clapped his hands, the portrait flipped, and the portrait of a certain headmaster with many words suddenly became a wall-facer.

Only the faint words of 'Dumbledore, this is not fair' came down the cracks in the wall.

No one saw a hint of sorrow hidden in Dumbledore's deep blue eyes.

The same orphanage, the same good looks, the same talent, and even better.

In order not to cultivate a Dark Lord, he secretly used the Regent Mind, but he didn't expect McGregor to have a natural brain occlusion, except for the vague feeling that his heart was not dark, and he didn't read other useful information.

However, the heartfelt affection of the people around him, and the warm feeling around the child, did not fake, so let it all go on for the time being, and the main thing for now was Harry.

At the same time, St. Mary's Welfare Home.

Little Gretel rushed into the bathroom, a translucent screen floating in front of him.

The screen is a translucent dark blue, appearing or disappearing with his mind.

Name: Mike Gretel

Race: Human

Age: 11 years old

Talents: [Visitor from the Other Side: As a life from another world, reject any supernatural form of prying eyes] [Wizard: Magical Affinity]

Skill: None

July 30th.

Early in the morning, St. Mary's Welfare Home welcomed a special guest, the half-breed giant Rubeus Hagrid.

It can be said that Hagrid's arrival made the children of St. Mary's Welfare Home ecstatic, at least when Mike Gretel came over, many of them were grabbing Hagrid's pants and climbing up.

Hagrid took care of the children carefully, his eyes were full of joy, he liked cubs too much, no matter what race cubs were, they were cute in his eyes.

Compared with the children around him who had just arrived at the gate of the welfare home, who were more than three meters tall and shocked the surrounding children, Hagrid couldn't help but thank Professor Dumbledore for his advice in the depths of his heart, "Hagrid, bring more sugar, there are a lot of children there." ”

Thinking of this, Hagrid slipped his fan-like palm into his pocket again, grabbed a handful of candy and gave it to the children.

"Okay, okay, thank you and go back quickly, otherwise Gretel's mother will be spanked in a while." Mike Gretel clapped his palms and finally saved Hagrid from the sea of children.

Of course, Hagrid's resentful eyes seemed to be a silent accusation against Gretel.

"Hello, I'm Mike Gretel, and you're Professor Dumbledore's Mr. Rubeus Hagrid." Mike Gretel was the first to reach out.

Hagrid's face flushed, and he rubbed his hand nervously against his body, and stretched out his hand, "Yes, I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper of Hogwarts and the caretaker of the hunting grounds. ”

I secretly added a sentence in my heart, as well as this year's freshman inviter.

Rubeus Hagrid's ears seemed to ring Dumbledore's request: "Hagrid, this is to contact the new students on behalf of Hogwarts, I believe you can do it." ”

To tell the truth, after growing so big, Dumbledore was Hagrid's most grateful person, and when everyone thought that he killed Myrtle, it was Dumbledore who defended him, and in the end not only did not send himself to Azkaban, but also generously took him in Hogwarts.

Now he even has him to represent Hogwarts in contact with new students.

Seeing Hagrid's eyes drift away, little Glitter coughed lightly, finally recalling the half-blood giant's wandering thoughts.

——

Bus, subway, walking.

Along the way, the two of them, one big and one younger, suffered a lot of strange glances, and even almost caused the British police to interrogate.

Of course, there is reason to believe that Hagrid's small umbrella played a big role, otherwise, these brass hats who were eager to be promoted would not mind coming up to investigate this pair of abduction and trafficking.

It wasn't until he got into the Leaky Cauldron that Hagrid escaped the muggles' curious and probing gaze.

"Hey, Hagrid, would you like a drink?" Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, greeted Hagrid familiarly, after all, this bar was no better than Hagrid, the half-blood giant, even if he was a real drunkard, and this was a veritable patron of his tavern.

"No, no, Professor Dumbledore wants me to take the little wizard to Diagon Alley to buy something, next time." Struggling to squeeze past a pile of drunkards who had been drunk in broad daylight, Hagrid and Glitter had climbed to the brick wall of the tavern's small patio.

"Gretel, the entrance to Diagon Alley is here, count three pieces up from the trash can, then two more horizontally, grab a wand a little bit, like this."

With the tip of Hagrid's umbrella revealed, the British wizarding world unveiled the mystery in front of Mike Gretel for the first time.