In the south of Britannia, the steam is near the farms.

The young man, who was chosen by Char to carry the fate of Grindelwald, was looking at the invitation in his hand at this moment, and the handwriting gradually emerged.

[Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Merlin.]

Dear Mr. Gayward, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Bring your own groceries, but you can also bring nothing at all, and there is a shop inside the school.

The school will provide a student loan to ensure that each student can complete the school's curriculum.

Term is scheduled to begin on March 1st, please arrive at Merlin Tavern at 332B Nacke Town by 4pm on this day, and minor children can be escorted by a guardian.

Vice Chancellor: Tony Stark. 】

Isabel and Alicia's names are quite sensitive in this era.

Although Char didn't care, they didn't want to be in the limelight, so they let Tony be the vice principal.

The town of Nack, about 20 kilometers away, can be reached quickly by horse-drawn carriage, but it is not impossible to walk.

He was silent for a moment, and silently took out a piece of paper from his body and placed it on the haystack.

It was a letter, a letter to his uncle.

The farm belonged to his uncle, and he took in the homeless himself.

However, his uncle always felt that the person who gave this thing to himself was a liar, so he did not support himself to go.

He didn't want to get himself involved in these gods and hell anymore.

Still, Gayward knew that this might be his only chance to get justice for his parents.

In this era, if you want to get justice, if you want to get dignity, you can only have power.

And the only place that can give you strength is this place.

Even if it was a vague hope, Gayward wanted to see it

"Grandpa, it seems that words appear on this card!"

In the valley of the Alps, Helen climbed down her straw-strewn attic bedroom with the gilded invitation to her grandfather's side.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, and hurriedly picked up the glasses on the table on one side that had been repaired many times and put them on his own eyes.

Then he took the invitation and looked at it carefully.

"Grandpa, what's up there?" Helen stood beside the old man and asked curiously with open eyes.

"It's an admission letter." The old man said, "A letter of acceptance to a magic school, meet at a place called Merlin's Tavern,

This place is about a hundred kilometers away from us, and it should be a day's carriage ride away. ”

"School of Magic!" Helen's big, round eyes shone like stars, "So I can go and learn magic?" ”

"I think it should be." The old man muttered softly.

He looked at Helen, "Do you want to go?" Helen. ”

Helen was about to say that I wanted to go, but there was a slight pause as the words reached her lips, and she asked.

"Then grandpa, are you going?"

"This notice is for you, not for me." The old man laughed.

Helen shook her head, "If Grandpa doesn't go, I won't either." ”

"But maybe it's a better choice for you." The old man said.

"I'm going to be with Grandpa." Helen said seriously.

The old man smiled softly and touched her head, but there was a trace of worry in the depths of his eyes.

He is too old to stay with this child for many years.

She has no parents, and if he falls, he doesn't know what the future holds for this child.

And as he just said, this may be one of the best options for this child.

However, he also needs to confirm whether this place is trustworthy.

He slowly got up from his seat, "I really can't help you, I'll accompany you to take a look." ”

"Really?" Helen shouted excitedly, "We're going to learn magic!" ”

"Hurry up! Get everything in the car! ”

In the Sleeping Valley, at the entrance of the tavern, two carriages were parked.

Catherine beckoned the children to load some of their luggage into the wagon, and they prepared to go to Merlin's Tavern.

Char set up a Merlin tavern entrance in important cities around the world.

This also ensures that children from different countries around the world can gather in the same place.

"Yo, boss!"

A peasant woman with a hoe passed by the tavern and looked at the two wagons parked at the door, and the children who kept moving things to the wagons.

"Are you going to move out?"

"Yes." Catherine nodded, "There is no business here, and if you continue to stay here, you can't afford to raise these children." ”

The woman nodded, "That's right." ”

But she couldn't help but say, "But, where are you going to move?" How dangerous it is out there now.

I heard that Britannia's army had captured West France, and I didn't know if it would fight Britain. ”

"We've found a safe place." Catherine said.

"That's right."

The woman shook her head and said no more.

But looking at her expression, it was obvious that she didn't think that there was anything else outside that could be said to be safe except for Sleeping Valley.

At this time, there were robbers everywhere outside, and it was obviously unwise to take so many things out with the children in large bags.

But she was obviously not a talker, and left the place slowly.

"Catherine, it's all moving."

A child's voice brought Catherine back to her senses.

"Then let them all get on the bus, count the number of people, and don't fall behind."

At her beckoning, the children all got into the carriages, and Haron was the last to go, locking the tavern and driving the carriage behind.

Catherine turned her head to take one last look at the tavern she had run for more than a decade.

The house, although dilapidated, also carries many memories.

She actually saw the woman's expression just now.

To be honest, although she promised very simply before, when she actually left at this moment, she was actually a little apprehensive in her heart.

After all, Char left too little information at that time, and she didn't know anything about what kind of place that school was, or even what kind of person Char was.

It is obviously an extremely risky act to abandon everything you have to go just with such scarce information.

This is also the biggest gamble she has made in her life, a completely unknown future, placed in front of her.

She took a deep breath and tapped the horse with her reins, and the horse slowly followed the country road into the unknown distance.

She had made her choice long ago, so there was no need to hesitate.

At least, she knew that if she didn't go, she would spend the rest of her life in doubt and regret forever.

With the sound of the wheels of the carriage, a new future awaits them ahead

The departed woman obviously didn't think that after her separation from the tavern's owner, she would become a person of two worlds.

Fate is so wonderful, happiness and accidents, you never know when it will come, and you never know who has met you for the last time.

Sometimes, people you think are unproductive, maybe the next moment they will reach the sky.

Of course, since the magic school was built so big, it naturally couldn't be just for so many people.

The goblins are also trying to find the right magic adaptor.

In Bergen, Norway.

Eleven-year-old Martin William crouches at his study desk reading a history book.

On his desk, stacks of books were arranged.

But it's not that he likes to read, this kind of thing basically happens in every era, no matter which country is actually the same.

"Your name, Martin William?"

A voice from one side caught Martin's attention.

He turned his head, and saw a dwarf standing by the window, dressed in a green garment, with a green top hat and a red beard.

Although he was only three or four years old, he looked like he was forty or fifty years old.

Martin's eyes widened slightly, he had never seen anyone like this.

Martin, who didn't know what was going on, nodded.

The leprechaun raised his hand, and a letter flew from one side, directly to Martin's hand.

"Congratulations, you have been accepted into Hogwarts, please go to school in time with your guardian according to the above time."

Soon, however, Martin turned his attention to the parchment envelope in his hand, flipped through it, and saw a piece of wax on the back of the letter, a shield coat of arms, and a capital "H".

He opened it, pulled out the letter from it, and spread it out to read it carefully, and one word on it instantly caught his attention.

Martin's pupils widened, and he flipped through the letter, double-checking it, and then jerked his head up.

"School of magic?"

The leprechaun raised his hand, and under Martin's horrified gaze, the books on both sides of the table floated and then slowly fell again.

Excited and apprehensive, Martin got up, turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Mom!"

……

At night, the fireplace burns brightly, and the burning wood crackles.

Martin's father, Russell William, was sitting in a chair by the fire, with a blanket over his thighs and a walnut pipe in his hand, his eyes squinting slightly.

In his hand, he grasped the letter Martin had received, and Martin stood beside him expectantly looking at him.

After a while, Russell put down the letter, he let out a long sigh, glanced at Martin, and said as he bit his cigarette and swallowed the clouds.

"Martin, I thought you wouldn't be fooled by such a low-level prank."

"It's not a prank, it's been sent by a leprechaun!" Unconvinced, Martin said, reaching out and comparing his knees to himself, "He's only my knees high!" ”

Hearing this, Russell was even more helpless, "Child, you must know that there are indeed some people in this world who will never grow tall.

In the past, there were many people who used this height to deceive others. ”

"Me, me." Martin's face flushed, "And he's also using his magic to control all the books to float!" ”

"I can take you to see this magic every day."

Russell mercilessly struck the young man's young heart.

"Martin, I'd rather you go to Eton College for secondary school and then go to Lampey College for university than to Hogwarts.

It doesn't sound like a proper name, and the headmaster's name, Merlin.

Do you know who Merlin is?

Mentor of King Arthur, a sage of ancient Britain.

This guy can't even afford a reliable name for deceiving people. ”

"Daddy!!" Martin was in a hurry, not knowing how to convince his father.

Seeing this, Russell sighed lightly, "Okay, if you have to go, then I'll take you there, anyway, this tavern is in Bergen, and it's also very close." ”

"Really?" Martin's eyes lit up.

"Of course, you know, I never break my word." Russell said.

"You're so nice, Daddy!" Martin said happily.

He hurried upstairs, looking ready to pack up his salute.

"Did you just promise him?" Martin's mother walked up from one side in an apron.

"There is a saying in the ancient East: it is better to be blocked than to be sparse. If this kid doesn't see with his own eyes that all this is fake, he'll hate us in the future. Russell said.

"What if it's dangerous?" She said.

"Don't forget, I'm a police officer." Russell pointed to the firearm placed on the side, "If it was really a bandit, he would have directly blocked the road and robbed it, and he would not have cheated money in such a troublesome way."

Choosing to deceive is generally a little clever, but not very brave guys, and it's best to deal with them.

Since it is an admission letter, they must not only be deceiving our family.

We're in front of a lot of people.

Expose the true face of this group of liars. ”

(End of chapter)