It's August 27, 1991, and it's 4:40 p.m.

The hottest part of the summer day has passed, and the streets are gradually becoming more and more crowded. Northampton, a small town in the middle of England between the metropolises of London and Birmingham, finally comes alive as dusk approaches.

The verdant lawns on Witton Road are now yellow, due to the severe drought and lack of water supply some time ago. After more than two months of repeated deliberations, the local council finally drew up a plan in the last week of summer to temporarily connect a pipeline from the Severn River, 30 miles away, to ensure water supply for local residents during the drought season.

Of course, even if the lawn is no longer green, it does not affect the boys from lying on it.

Matthew, for example, is doing just that.

Matthew Wakefield, 11 years old, with dark hair and brown eyes, is on the thin side, having just graduated from a local preparatory school in Northampton a few months ago and is about to enter secondary school.

And at this moment, he was lying on the withered yellow lawn, his eyes looking at the sky, and his mouth muttered to himself:

"I've been waiting for three days and three days, and it's already the end of August...... If Hogwarts doesn't write back to me, I'll have to go to Eton!"

The breeze stirred the neat hedges around him, the leaves swayed in the wind, and the boy sighed suddenly.

......

Matthew is a time-traveler.

Three months ago, when he first came into this world, he thought he had just traveled to 30 years ago, to Britain in the 90s.

But as time went on, he discovered more and more things that were wrong-

The first is the frequent owl.

In just one month after the crossing, he had seen three different owls fly past him, more than he had seen wild owls in his previous life in twenty or thirty years combined.

One of the most memorable moments was one morning at dinner, when he saw through the window a beautiful bird with white feathers and black spots, stopping for a moment under the eaves.

After he went to the local library to check the relevant information, he concluded that the large bird he witnessed was an owl named "snow owl", which is accustomed to inhabiting tundra and tundra areas, and is generally only common in Siberia, Alaska and other places. In 1979, it was classified as a Class I protected animal by the Washington Convention (CITES).

In other words, under normal circumstances, he would not have encountered such a creature in the Midlands of England at all.

Then there was a chance encounter that brought him to the attention of several cloaked eccentrics.

It was Charing Cross in London, where he was buying books and met the weirdos...... A couple of strangely dressed guys, sneaky and oblivious to the passers-by, then disappeared from the street in the blink of an eye at Dennis.

(Note: Charing Cross is a famous bookstore street in London.) ）

Matthew, who was already in doubt, went out of his way to buy a detailed map of "Surreyshire".

After lying on the map all night, he found a place name called "Little Huijin District" and a street called "Privet Road".

It would be impossible to find these two places on any normal 1991 map of the United Kingdom, because they were invented by an author named Rowling, who wrote her Harry Potter.

The situation seems to be somewhat clear at a glance!

After further exploration, Matthew was pleasantly surprised to find that there were some "special functions" in him.

Very unstable, uncontrolled, but truly present.

For example, during a meal, a few yards away, he let a glass blow itself up with a single look......

Looking at the shattered glass shards, Matthew realized something-

There seems to be an unexpected gain in this crossing?

......

So since July, Matthew has been patiently waiting for a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Because he firmly believes that he has traveled to the wizarding world of the Harry Potter plane, and his real identity is that of a Muggle-born wizard.

Originally, I was counting on relying on the advantage of the foresight of the traverser, and struggled in England for more than ten years, trying to live a post-wave life.

Now that you have come to the wizarding world, you only need to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn a little magic, and quietly master spells such as confusion, oblivion, and illusion charms, and then return to the Muggle world, won't you be able to fight for a hundred years less?

The ideal is beautiful, the future is bright, and the reality is cruel.

And then there's the opening scene.

Poor Matthew, like this, waited from the beginning of July until the end of August. Unfortunately, I didn't receive a single letter related to keywords such as wizarding, Hogwarts, and magic.

At first, I thought it was just an owl being late, but then I waited a little doubtful about life-

All the things I had experienced before were delusions, and this was not a magical world at all.

The snowy owl was nothing more than a lost hapless bastard, misdirected, so he flew from Siberia to England, and happened to show himself.

And the weirdos on Charing Crossroads are just a few curious hippies, not wizards at all.

As for the glass that blew up, the truth is that the thermal expansion and contraction reaction caused by the weather being too hot has nothing to do with magic......

Well, even if it's not a wizarding world, it's actually not bad.

After all, I am also a time-traveler from thirty years later, so I will continue to rely on the advantage of foresight and foresight to work hard.

Recently, Matthew has been comforting himself and adjusting his mentality.

......

At this moment, a red postal car stopped on the side of the road -

"Is Mr. Matthew Wakefield here? The postman, who got out of the car, shouted, "Here's a letter for you." ”

Slowly getting up from the lawn and walking to the mail car to pick up the letter, Matthew was suddenly stunned.

The envelope of the letter was made of heavy parchment paper and was not stamped.

The address is written in emerald ink, and it is clearly written: Mr. Matthew Wakefield, basking on the lawn, 226 Witton Road, City of Upton, City of Northampton.

"Could it be that the owl is late?" he flipped the envelope over in some disbelief.

It has a wax seal, a coat of arms with a capital "H", and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake around it.

However, this long-awaited letter is much thinner than I imagined.

The boy took a deep breath and tore the envelope open. Somewhat unexpectedly, there was only a very thin piece of paper with an extremely brief description on it:

"To Mr. Wakefield:

Please inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st.

Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Vita Rozier (female). ”

It's just that Matthew Wakefield failed to see the name at the end of the letter. For the moment he touched the letter, it was as if an invisible hand had taken him and pulled him forward heavily, and then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up, hearing only the whistling of the wind.