Matthew only felt a moment of dizziness,

Fortunately, this feeling of levitation in mid-air did not last long, and his feet were soon back on the ground.

Concentrating, looking around, he found himself in a strange space.

It's a lot like a medieval inn, and it's spacious and a little shady. Half a candle burned faintly on the wooden table, a dusty floor, a made bed, a few shiny pieces of oak furniture, a glowing fireplace, a half-closed window, and a cup of hot tea......

In the whole room, there was no one else but himself, and there were noisy noises outside the room from time to time.

Just as Matthew was thinking about whether to go outside and have a look—

There was a "bang", and it seemed that the door to the room had been pushed open.

Matthew turned around and saw a girl in a black trench coat barging in:

"Is that Mr. Matthew Wakefield?" she asked aloud.

The woman in black is very young, judging by her figure and appearance, she may be eighteen or nineteen years old. No, the growth and development curve of Caucasian women generally develops earlier, and it is not impossible to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The door was opened and closed casually, apparently without any vigilance against himself in the room.

And judging from the relaxed expression on her face, it didn't look like there was any hostility.

"Yes. Matthew nodded.

"I think you have a lot of things you want to ask me. The other party said straight to the point: "But the first thing I want to tell you is that you are a wizard. More precisely, you should be an underage wizard, and you will be able to become a great wizard in the future after studying at Hogwarts. ”

Wizard, this is not a shocking fact, Matthew found out about it a few months ago.

Still, he tried to make a surprised expression.

"And I'm Penelope Crivat, the prefect of Hogwarts, who will be your guide in the wizarding world. The girl continued.

The name Penelope Crivat is indeed a Harry Potter character in memory.

That letter from Hogwarts should also be true.

But why does it feel a little strange in the dark?

Matthew thought with some trepidation, but he didn't show it on his face, but tried to show curiosity.

"Mr. Wakefield, perhaps in your old memory, words like magic, wizards, and the like are in fairy tales. Penelope said, "But that's not the case, magic exists in every corner of this world, it's just that you were in the world of Muggles and couldn't really touch it. ”

She added, "Muggles are ordinary people who don't have magical abilities, that's what we wizards call them. ”

"It's like this thin piece of paper that takes you from Northampton, 70 miles away, to London in just a dozen seconds;

This piece of paper is the previous letter from Hogwarts.

"This is London?" asked Matthew softly.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can go to the window and look out there at Charing Crossroads. The girl said with a smile.

Matthew came to the window, and the noisy crowd on the side of the road proved that the other party was right. And if he remembered correctly, when he accidentally ran into those mysterious people in strange costumes at Charing Crossroads a few months ago, the location where those guys disappeared was near here.

......

Penelope Crivat, who only became a Hogwarts prefect this summer, was the first time she had faced first-year Hogwarts students from Muggle families and was in charge of their guidance.

But before that, she had heard from other prefects that it often took a lot of effort to convince first-year students who had grown up in the Muggle world of wizarding and magic, and that many of the children would cry and cry out to go home to their parents even if they believed in the existence of wizarding worlds.

But the boy named Matthew Wakefield in front of him is obviously not among them.

When describing the existence of the wizarding world to him and the general situation of Hogwarts, he seemed unusually calm, and although he was a little curious, he had been listening quietly.

"Miss Crivat. Matthew raised his head after the other party had finished, and he said in a thoughtful tone, "Thank you very much for telling me this, but before that, I think you should send me home first, and let's go and discuss it with my parents before making a decision...... After all, I'm only 11 years old......"

"Your parents?" Penelope was visibly stunned, "Do you mean your Muggle parents? ”

This time, it was Matthew's turn to froze: "I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

"They're just Muggles who don't know anything about our world, and that kind of thing doesn't mean anything to them. The other replied as a matter of course: "In fact, until you reach the age of 17, that is, you are officially an adult, you are not allowed to contact any Muggle, including your former Muggle relatives......"

As she spoke, the girl pulled out a palm-sized hardcover book from her pocket.

"I remember...... It seems to be ...... Page 216......" she muttered to herself.

Soon, she showed the night she opened to Matthew-

It's a black-and-white photograph of a girl about Matthew's age, and the girl in the photo suddenly grins when she sees Matthew, and this weird smile makes people feel creepy.

"Abigail Williams, the name of this Muggle girl!"

Penelope said with a serious face: "This story took place almost three hundred years ago, in Salem, Massachusetts, New World. The Muggle girl was suffering from a strange illness and was dying, and an underage witch who had accidentally passed by, the thirteen-year-old girl who had taken pity on her when she heard her moaning, took pity on her, and quietly took her to the hidden wizarding village in Salem, where she could be treated by magic......"

“...... But that night, the cured Muggle girl went to church and reported the existence of the wizarding village to the local priest. In the early hours of the next morning, the hidden wizarding village of Salem was suddenly attacked by thousands of Muggles, almost two hundred witches and wizards, caught by the Muggles in their sleep, and many of them were burned at the stake and hanged by the Muggles after the trial......

Listening to this story, Matthew's face couldn't help but show a little fear.

Penelope was pleased with his reaction: "For underage wizards, especially those from Muggle families, you don't have enough self-preservation and a hidden sense of the wizarding world...... Any contact with Muggles has the potential to lead to horrific consequences. ”

"Therefore, in the 1956 Underage Wizarding Protection Act, it was specifically stipulated that underage wizards from Muggle families were strictly prohibited from having contact with Muggle society until they reached the age of seventeen, and this restriction would not be lifted until they reached the age of majority!"

Matthew nodded, not asking what the consequences would be if he violated the law.

"Any more questions, Mr. Wakefield?"

"Indeed, there is one more question, Miss Kerrywatt. Matthew asked in a low voice, "Are wizards and Muggles equal?"

"Of course it's equal. Penelope replied without hesitation, "Wizards, elves, giants, Muggles, we are all equal to each other as intelligent beings living in the same world...... This is the ...... of the greatest wizard of the 20th century"

“...... Of course, as the true masters of magic, wizards should be more equal than other intelligent species!"