Chapter 1 Relics
Brain Storage:
Some details of this book are different from the original and the movie. Just treat it as a parallel world. Reading is fun. I wish you all learn more easily, work more and more handy, and live more and more smoothly.
The following is the main text.
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In the dim room.
The old woman lying on the bed had cloudy eyes. She looked at her grandson in front of the bed with a loving expression.
"Little Meka, my grandson."
"Grandma, I'm here."
Meka Anders held the old man's outstretched hand.
He was only eleven or twelve years old, thin, with a pair of black eyes like a cat, full of tranquility and calmness.
He grabbed the old man's hand and smiled reassuringly.
"Grandma, your illness will get better, just like last time."
The old woman laughed hoarsely, coughed, and said:
"Little Meka, I know my body very well. I feel that Xinlong is going to pick me up, and I guess I have to leave."
Xinlong is Meka's grandfather.
Hearing this, Meka fell silent.
The house was too quiet.
The wind outside the window rustled the leaves.
Meka had heard that old people always had a premonition of their own death. His grandmother's words made him feel heavy, as if a stone was pressing on him.
The old man who had raised him since childhood was about to leave.
The old woman patted Meka's hand.
"Little Meka, come closer."
Meka leaned down in response.
The old woman stroked Meka's face with her hand, and her hand was very warm.
"Little Meka, what will you do after I leave? I don't worry about anything, and I'm not afraid of death, but I just can't let you go."
"Your parents left early, too. How do you, such a young child, live after I leave?"
As the old woman spoke, tears appeared in her eyes.
She covered Meka's face with her hands, reluctant to let go, and it took a while for her to come back to her senses.
"Little Meka, give me the box under the bed."
Meka took out a box from under the bed.
The box was heavy, with a retro pattern on it, somewhat similar to the carpet pattern of the rich people in London.
He handed it to his grandmother.
The old woman took the box and opened it tremblingly.
There was a crisp click, like the sound of a lock.
There were some precious jewelry in the box, including jade and gemstones, which looked very old. Under the jewelry were some banknotes, with a lot of money.
"These jewelry were given to me by my father when he was alive. I wanted to give them to your parents, but I didn't expect them to die before me."
The old woman's eyes dimmed.
She flipped through the box, took out a yellowed envelope, and handed it to Meka.
"Little Meka, this is what your parents asked me to give to you in person after your eleventh birthday before they left."
"I'm leaving soon, so I can only give it to you now."
Meka took the envelope.
On the seal of the envelope, it was written "My child, Meka Anders."
Meka didn't open it, but put it away.
The old woman had something else to say.
She handed the entire box to Meka, her face looking paler.
"Little Meka, this box will be yours from now on."
"There is some money in here, which your parents and I have saved. It is enough to support you until you are 18 years old. If something unexpected happens and you need more money, just sell the jewelry and exchange it for money."
Meka held the box as if he was holding a relic, and he couldn't help feeling sad.
"Grandma."
"Yeah."
The old woman replied, as if she was about to fall asleep, her eyes narrowed and she could hardly open them.
"Little Meka, I've told the Dean couple next door that when it's time to eat, go to their house and have dinner with them. I've paid for it."
"If there's anything you can't solve, you can also find them. They are good people. They used to be classmates with your father. They always help me, an old widower. They've also taken care of my affairs after my death and your schooling."
"What a pity. I can't repay them."
The old woman's voice became smaller and smaller.
"Little Meka, put your face closer so that grandma can see my well-behaved grandson again."
Meka moved his face closer again.
The old woman touched Meka's forehead, nose, and mouth, and laughed hoarsely.
"My grandson, little Meka, my grandson."
She stroked Meka's face with her hand.
Meka felt the strength in her hand slip away like quicksand.
Until the wind blew again outside the window, and the leaves rustled.
The old man's hand had returned to the bed and never moved again.
Meka quietly held her hand, looking at her loving face, with an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
This little room of my grandmother,
There is no grandmother anymore, no longer a lovely old man.
This grandmother who has been taking care of me since I was a child is gone after all.
…
The grandmother's funeral was organized by the Dean couple.
According to her wishes, the funeral should be very simple, with minimal expenses and leaving the money to her grandchildren.
This day happened to be Meka's birthday. After keeping vigil for the old man, he returned to his room.
He took out the envelope left by his parents.
The seal of the envelope had not been opened yet. He had not had time to look at it because he had been busy with the funeral of his grandmother these days.
Meka carefully tore open the envelope.
Inside was a black-and-white photo and a letter.
Meka spread out the letter that had been stored for a long time. There were traces of moisture on the letter. After drying, it became wrinkled. The handwriting on it was very beautiful.
He read silently:
"Dear Meka Anders, my child."
"I'm sorry that we didn't grow up with you. Your father and I are not qualified parents. We feel sad for missing your childhood..."
The letter was very long, as long as a person recalling his life.
In the letter, a mother was telling a story about them and her child, and telling the guilt of being absent from her child's childhood as a parent.
Meka read very quietly.
Finally, at the end of the letter, it wrote about the reason why the parents suddenly left home, and some eye-catching things.
"There are some facts I have to tell you."
"The reason why your father and I have not been home for many years is to help your father cure his illness. He has a rare disease similar to a curse, so we are looking for possible treatment everywhere."
"There is also a secret I have to tell you."
"Your father and I are both wizards, wizards who can do magic, and you, my child, you have our blood in your body, and you will also embark on the path of wizards."
"When you are eleven years old, Hogwarts will come to you."
"Your mother: Sophie Anders."
Meka's eyes swept across the last line and returned here again.
"Hogwarts?"
Meka murmured, and suddenly showed a slightly surprised look.
"What a familiar name."
Meka took out the black and white photo.
This is a photo of a family of three.
The man is tall, with long hair and a smile on his face.
He hugged the woman's waist.
The woman teased the nose of the baby in her arms.
She was wearing a long dress, with short hair, and showed a loving expression to the child.
This is Meka's father Pri Anders and mother Sophie Anders.
The baby is Meka when he was a child.
As Meka was watching, in the black and white photo in his hand, the woman suddenly raised her head and blinked at Meka.
"It moved."
Meka was shocked and could no longer calm down.
"Is it really Hogwarts? Is it what I thought?"
At this moment,
Flutter.
An owl flew in from the window.
It landed on the windowsill, folded its wings, and stretched out its black and white body.
Meka saw a piece of paper tied to its claws.
"What a coincidence."
Meka took a deep breath, took down the paper and unfolded it.
Familiar words came into view.
"Mr. Meka Anders, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Attached to this letter is a catalog of all books and a list of equipment."
"Please report to Hogwarts on September 1st."
"Vice Principal: Minerva McGonagall."
Meka glanced out the window.
The moon was like a golden bow, pouring down golden light, and then quietly fell on the floor of the room.
Everything was the same as before, but it seemed different.
"I thought I had just come to Britain at the end of the twentieth century, but now I know that I came to a different world."
Meka held the note and envelope in his hand, lying on the bed to clear up the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
The death of his grandmother, the trivial troubles of a person's life, and the shock of the news from Hogwarts made him a little emotional for a while, like riding a small boat in the vast ocean.
Fortunately, he was also mentally old, and he calmed down quickly.
"The bad news is that all the plans I made before, life, study, work, all the plans are scrapped."
"The good news is that I have a new goal, at least my life won't be boring."
Meka watched the owl spread its wings and flew into the night and disappeared.
He was still thinking about many things in his mind, including his vision for the future.
The retro clock was ticking.
Time passed little by little, and Meka finally couldn't stand the sleepiness and fell asleep on the bed.
A golden light, like golden sand, drilled out of the mother's letter and fell into his body.
...
"Sophie, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
The man coughed in bed.
He looked pale, as if he had a serious illness.
The woman sitting at the desk hummed softly and wrote on the table.
She suddenly said:
"Puri, how long do you think it will take for us to come back after we leave? Our child has just been born not long ago. Will he forget us in the future?"
When the man heard this, he looked at the woman's back with a guilty look.
"Sophie, I can't answer you. If I hadn't been so brave and chased the Death Eater..."
"No, it's not your fault."
The woman turned around, her eyes were red, but she showed a sincere smile.
"If you didn't go, you wouldn't be yourself. You saved a mother and son, I'm proud of you, Priy. But even Professor Dumbledore couldn't deal with the sequelae of this spell..."
The woman's voice gradually became tearful.
"I'm a fool." Priy got off the bed, hugged the woman, and comforted her:
"Sophie, I'm fine, I can bear this disease. Besides, aren't we going to find a cure?"
"It will be fine, everything will be fine."
The woman wiped her tears and hummed.
She continued:
"I will write the reason for our departure in the letter and tell our child. Do you think he will forgive us?"
"Yes." The man replied.
The woman picked up the pen again and wrote on the paper again and again.
She wrote and said like a child:
"I hope my child can grow up healthy and safe in the future. He doesn't need to become a powerful person or know much magic. As long as he can grow up safely, it's enough."
A golden light sublimated from the woman's body, as if her words touched some kind of magic.
The picture faded piece by piece, as if returning to darkness, leaving only the back of the woman writing a letter at the desk.
Her figure became blurred, like a ghost, and she kept murmuring:
"I hope my child can grow up healthy and safe in the future. He doesn't need to become a powerful person or know much magic. As long as he can grow up safely, it's enough."
"As long as I know this, I can feel at ease."
Meka stood behind his biological mother and watched all this silently.
He had too few memories of his parents, so it was hard to say how much affection he had.
But this scene did touch him a little.
Sophie Anders, his mother had received a confirmed death news along with his father five years ago, and these words were her last words before she died.
Meka's thoughts were drifting aimlessly, and a golden light appeared in front of him again, composing words like music scores.
"A letter with obsession."
"From: Sophie Anders."
"Optional legacy:"
"1. All classroom knowledge of the fifth grade at Hogwarts."
"2. Medium talent for potion making."
"3. Level 10 mental power. (Remaining soul)"
"Note: Mental power is related to magical talent."
"Strong mental power is the innate advantage of gifted wizards, which can help wizards master magic faster and improve their magic level."
"The mental power level cannot be improved by external objects. It can only be slowly increased by learning magic knowledge and practicing magic day after day over a long period of time."
