Hogwarts from another world

现在是1991年8月27日，下午4点40分。

The hottest part of the day in summer has passed, and there are gradually more and more pedestrians on the streets. Northampton, this small town in central England between the two major cities of London and Birmingham, finally became a little more lively as dusk approached.

The lush lawns on Witton Road are now withered and yellow. This is due to the severe drought and insufficient water supply some time ago. After more than two months of repeated discussions, the local council finally formulated a temporary plan to connect a pipeline from the Severn River 30 miles away in the last week of summer to ensure water supply for local residents during the drought.

Of course, even if the lawn is no longer green, it doesn't stop the boys from lying on it.

Matthew, for example, is currently doing just that.

Matthew Wakefield is eleven years old, with black hair, brown eyes, and a thin build. He just graduated from a local preparatory school in Northampton a few months ago and is about to enter middle school.

At this moment, he was lying on the withered lawn, looking at the sky, muttering to himself:

"I've been waiting for three days and three days. It's already the end of August. If Hogwarts doesn't send me a letter, I'll have to go to Eton."

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

Matthew is a time traveler.

Three months ago, when he first came to this world, he thought he had just traveled back thirty years to the UK in the 1990s.

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

First there is the frequent sighting of owls.

In just one month after the time travel, he witnessed three different owls flying across his sight. This was more than the combined number of times he saw wild owls in his previous life of twenty or thirty years.

The most impressive one was when he was having dinner one morning. Through the window, he saw a beautiful big bird with white feathers and black spots, stopping for a moment under the eaves.

After checking the relevant information in the local library, he came to the conclusion that the big bird he witnessed was an owl called "Snowy Owl". This kind of owl is accustomed to inhabiting frozen soil and tundra areas, usually only in the It is more common in Siberia, Alaska and other places. In 1979, it was listed as a Class 1 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.

Then by chance, he noticed a few strange men in cloaks.

It was at Charing Cross Road in London. He was buying books there and met those weird guys in strange clothes. They looked sneaky and completely ignored the passers-by. Then, as soon as Dennis blinked, he Suddenly disappeared from the street.

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

Matthew, who was already doubtful, went out to buy a detailed map of "Surrey County".

After staying up all night lying on the map, he found a place name on it called "Little Whinging" and a street called "Privet Drive".

It is impossible to find these two places on any normal map of Britain in 1991 because these two place names are both named by an author named Rowling. When she wrote her work Harry Potter, she Made up.

The situation seems somewhat clear

After further exploration, Matthew was surprised to find that he had some "special powers".

A very unstable and uncontrollable, but real special function.

For example, one time when he was eating, a few yards away, he made a glass explode with just one look.

Looking at the broken glass on the ground, Matthew realized something

There seems to be some unexpected gains during this time travel.

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

Because he firmly believed that he had traveled to the wizarding world of Harry Potter, and his true identity was a Muggle-born wizard.

I originally hoped to rely on the foresight of time travellers, struggle in England for more than ten years, and strive to live a life like a back wave.

Now that we have actually come to the wizarding world, we only need to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn a little magic, and quietly master spells such as the Confusion Curse, the Oblivion Curse, and the Disillusionment Curse; when we return to the Muggle world, we will be able to work less hard. century

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

Then comes the opening scene.

Poor Matthew, he waited like this from the beginning of July to the end of August. Unfortunately, I did not receive any letters related to keywords such as wizards, Hogwarts, and magic.

At first I thought it was just an owl being late, but then I started to doubt my life.

All the things I experienced before were all illusions. This is not a magical world at all.

The snowy owl was just a lost creature that had taken the wrong direction, so it flew from Siberia to England and happened to see it.

And those weirdos on Charing Cross Road are actually just a few hippies who like to dress up in strange clothes, not wizards at all.

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

That's all, even if it's not the wizarding world, it's actually not bad.

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

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

At this moment, a red postal truck stopped on the side of the road.

"Is Mr. Matthew Wakefield here?" the postman got out of the car and shouted: "Here is a letter for you."

After slowly getting up from the lawn and walking to the postal truck to pick up the letter, Matthew was suddenly stunned.

The envelope of the letter was made of heavy parchment and had no stamp.

The address was written clearly in emerald ink: Mr. Matthew Wakefield sunbathing on the lawn, 226 Witton Road, Upton, Northampton.

"Is it true that the owl is late?" He turned the envelope over in disbelief.

It has a wax seal, a shield with a capital "h", and is surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

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

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

"To Mr. Wakefield:

Please be informed that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st.

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Vita Rozier. "

It's just that Matthew Wakefield failed to see the name at the end of the letter. Because the moment he touched the letter, it was as if an invisible hand grabbed him and pulled him forward heavily; then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up, and only heard the whistling in his ears. The sound of wind.