Hogwarts from another world

Matthew only felt dizzy for a while;

Fortunately, this feeling of being suspended in mid-air did not last long, and his feet quickly landed on the ground again.

After concentrating and looking around, he found that he had arrived in a strange space.

This place is very much like a medieval inn, very spacious but also a little dark. A half candle burned faintly on the wooden table, a dusty floor, a made bed, a few pieces of shiny oak furniture, a fireplace with green fire, a half-closed window, and a cup of hot water. Teng Teng tea

There was no one else in the room except himself, but there were noisy sounds from outside the room.

Just when Matthew was thinking about whether to go outside and take a look

There was a "bang" sound, as if the door to the room was pushed open.

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

"Is this Mr. Matthew Wakefield?" she asked loudly.

The girl in black is very young. Judging from her figure and appearance, she may be ten years old. No, the growth and development curves of Caucasian women generally develop earlier, and it is not impossible that they are only fifteen or sixteen years old.

He opened and closed the door very casually, apparently without any awareness of himself in the room.

And judging from the relaxed expression on her face, it didn't look like she had 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 first of all, I want to tell you that you are a wizard. To be more precise, you should be an underage wizard; you only need to go through Huo With Gwartz's study, you will definitely become an outstanding wizard in the future."

Wizard, this is not a shocking fact, Matthew discovered this a few months ago.

But he still tried to look surprised.

"And I am Penelope Clivat, the prefect of Hogwarts, and I will be your guide in the wizarding world." The girl continued.

The name Penelope Clivat is indeed a character from Harry Potter in my memory.

That letter from Hogwarts should also be true.

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

Matthew thought with some uneasiness, but he did not show this emotion on his face; instead, he tried to look curious.

"Mr. Wakefield, perhaps in your past memory, words like magic and wizards exist in fairy tales." Penelope Clivat spoke eloquently: "But this is not the case, magic exists. In every corner of this world, it’s just that you were in the world of Muggles before and couldn’t really touch it.”

She added: "Muggles are ordinary people who do not have magical abilities. That's what we wizards call them."

"Just like this thin piece of paper, it can bring you from Northampton, 70 miles away, to London in just ten seconds; this is the power of magic," he said. While she was picking up a piece of letter paper on the ground, she put it into Matthew's hand.

This piece of paper is the previous letter from Hogwarts.

"This is London" Matthew asked softly.

"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can go to the window and have a look; outside the window is Charing Cross Road." The girl said with a smile.

Matthew came to the window, and the noisy crowd on the roadside proved that what the other party said was right. And if he remembered correctly, when he accidentally encountered those mysterious people in strange clothes at Charing Cross Road a few months ago, the location where those guys disappeared was right around here.

Penelope Clivat, who just became the prefect of Hogwarts this summer, this is the first time she has to face the first-year students of Hogwarts who are from Muggle families and is responsible for their guidance.

But before that, she had heard other prefects talk about how they usually had to work hard to convince the first years who grew up in the Muggle world to believe in the existence of wizards and magic; and many children even believed it. Existences in the wizarding world will also cry and shout to go home to find their parents.

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

No matter when he was describing the existence of the magical world to him or introducing the overview of Hogwarts, he seemed unusually calm. Although he was a little curious, he had been listening quietly there.

"Miss Crevat." After the other party finished speaking, Matthew raised his head and said carefully: "Thank you very much for telling me this, but before that, I think you should send me back first. "Family, let's go discuss it with my parents and make a decision. After all, I'm only 11 years old."

"Your parents." Penelope Clivat was obviously stunned: "You mean your Muggle parents? I think this is unnecessary."

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

"They are just Muggles who know nothing about our world. It means nothing to tell them this kind of thing." The other party replied matter-of-factly: "In fact, before you turn 17, that is, before you officially become an adult, No contact with any Muggles is allowed, including your past Muggle relatives."

As she spoke, the girl took out a palm-sized hard-cover book from her pocket.

"I think it was page 216," she muttered.

Soon, she showed Matthew the unfolding night

It was a black and white photo of a girl about the same age as Matthew. After seeing Matthew, the girl in the photo suddenly grinned. This weird smile made people feel creepy.

"Abigail Williams, the Muggle girl's name"

Penelope Clivat said with a serious face: "This story happened almost three hundred years ago in Salem, Massachusetts, in the New World. This Muggle girl was suffering from a strange disease and was dying. A man who passed by unexpectedly The underage witch, the thirteen-year-old girl, felt pity for her after hearing her moans, and quietly took her to the hidden wizard village in Salem, where the adults used magic to treat her."

"But that night, the cured Muggle girl ran to the church and reported the existence of the wizarding village to the local priest. And in the early morning of the next day, the hidden wizarding village of Salem was suddenly attacked by thousands of people. During the Muggle attack, almost two hundred wizards and witches were caught by the Muggles in their sleep, and many of them were burned and hanged by the Muggles after trials; and the one who caused a catastrophe because of mercy A thirteen-year-old girl was the first to be accused of being a witch and was eventually stoned to death."

Listening to this story, Matthew couldn't help but show a look of fear on his face.

Miss Penelope Clivat was quite satisfied with his reaction: "For underage wizards, especially those from Muggle families, you do not have enough self-protection capabilities and a hidden awareness of the magical world. Any contact with Muggles may have horrific consequences."

"So in the 1956 Minor Wizards Protection Act, it was specifically stipulated that minor wizards from Muggle families were strictly prohibited from contacting Muggle society until they reached the age of seventeen; this restriction will not be lifted until they reach adulthood."

Matthew nodded, but did not ask what the consequences would be if he violated this law.

"Any more questions, Mr. Wakefield?"

"There is indeed one more question, Miss Crevat." Matthew asked in a low voice: "Are wizards and Muggles equal?"

"Of course they are equal." Penelope Clivat replied without thinking: "Wizards, goblins, giants, Muggles, we intelligent species living in the same world are all equal to each other. Said by the greatest wizard of the 20th century"

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