Chapter 1 Letter from Hogwarts
[The brain does not need to be stored (please protect your brain)]
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In the morning of June 1991, 7.
A dilapidated cottage on the edge of London.
Hephis looked at his shoulder which had recovered and couldn't help but sigh.
Although the Shadow Fruit did not directly increase his strength, the recovery ability it brought was real.
When he exercised before, he just felt that his recovery speed was fast.
Now that he saw with his own eyes that the bruises on his left shoulder and lower back disappeared overnight, he truly realized the magic of this fruit.
Hefeth got up and dressed quickly, ready to go out for breakfast and start his daily exercise.
However, just as he was about to open the door, there was a sudden "puff puff" sound from the window.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the dusty window. The window glass was covered with dust, stains and unknown marks.
One corner was covered with waste newspapers as a temporary cover.
I could vaguely see a small round-faced animal flapping its wings against the window.
Hephis opened the door curiously and looked over to see an owl standing on the windowsill.
It had limited standing space and could only flap its wings to maintain balance, while gently flapping its wings against the window.
The owl also noticed Hephes, and it flew towards Hephes with a thick brown parchment envelope in its claws.
The envelope was thrown at Hephaestus' feet, and the owl flew lightly onto the scratched table.
Hephis looked at the envelope at his feet, feeling an inexplicable doubt in his heart.
Aren't owls nocturnal birds? Why did they appear in broad daylight, and apparently to deliver a letter to him?
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "An owl delivering mail? That's interesting. Is this competing with carrier pigeons? The outlaw Zhang San seemed to have said that owls taste like chicken. How about trying it?"
The owl seemed to understand what Hephes said. It tilted its head and looked at Hephes with a warning look.
Hephis was amused by the owl's reaction. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the envelope at his feet.
It has been two years since he traveled through time, and this is the first letter he has received, and it was sent by an owl.
He turned the letter over quickly without looking at the address.
On the back of the envelope, the wax seal in the middle is a capital H, surrounded by four animals: a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.
Hephis' pupils shrank, and the dusty memories instantly emerged from his mind.
He clenched his hands tightly, then quickly opened the envelope, took out the letter and began to read.
"Fuck, this is actually the world of Harry Potter."
Hephes clenched his gums and clenched his fingers tightly, and the parchment he was holding seemed to be crushed.
Hell, he had to scavenge for food in trash cans for over a year before he finally got the golden finger.
I always thought he was the only god in the world.
Relying on strength and abilities beyond ordinary people, you can easily marry a beautiful, rich and beautiful woman and reach the peak of your life!
The results of it?
I actually traveled to a world full of magic.
Hephis couldn't help but start recalling his memories of Harry Potter.
When did Voldemort come back to life?
Harry Potter killed Voldemort in his seventh year of school, right?
Why can't my broken brain remember anything?
Wait, doesn't the wizarding world have a regulatory body called the Ministry of Magic?
Thinking of this, Hephis felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his heart.
Will the Ministry of Magic know about what he has done recently?
Hephis took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and slowly loosened the parchment.
Probably not, if the Ministry of Magic really knew.
The one coming now is not an owl, but the "police" from the Ministry of Magic.
What's more, he didn't use magic, but the power of the Shadow Fruit, which should not be under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.
But what about his magical talent? How come he couldn't detect it at all?
Maybe Hephes took too long to think.
The owl got so impatient waiting that it flew over to him and pecked his fingers several times.
"Ouch! Damn it! Stop the fucking nagging at me."
Hephis glared at the owl that flew back to the table.
If I didn't have to rely on this thing to reply to my emails, I would really want to hit it with a brick and burn it to death.
"You want me to reply?" Hephis asked unhappily.
The owl moved its head slightly, as if in response to his question.
The humane action made Hephis's anger disappear: Does this bird have a neck? Is the action it just made considered a nod?
In this dim little room, Hephes began to search through boxes and cabinets for writing tools.
All that could be found were a few pieces of waste newspaper that had been used to wrap food and a small piece of unburned charcoal.
As for pen and paper?
As early as when he first traveled through time, he exchanged food for survival.
He never bought one later, after all, he had dropped out of school long ago and had no use for it.
With a helpless sigh, Hephis opened the envelope, picked up the piece of charcoal, and prepared to write a reply on the inside of the envelope.
Hogwarts is definitely a must.
Although people have mixed opinions about Albus Dumbledore, he is still very protective of his students.
If he went, at least he would have a strong supporter during his seven years at school.
Once you go there, the school will be in charge for seven years.
If you don't go, the Ministry of Magic will be in charge for seven years.
It is obviously more cost-effective to go to school.
As for Voldemort, isn't there still Harry Potter?
Just keep an eye on when Harry Potter goes to school, he ran away from England early in the seventh year.
What does this madman who only knows how to mess with the British have to do with him?
So Hephis began to write on the envelope with the charcoal.
Uh......
How do you write in English? What a damn vocabulary!
Will he be expelled from school because he can't write?
Hephes, who couldn't hold it in any longer, could only start copying from the first piece of parchment.
Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Deputy Headmaster Minerva McGonagall
I am very happy to take the letter and think about going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
but i not konw Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, black black hope teacher e black black
Sincerely, Hephes Dam
After Hefeth tried his best to piece it together, using his limited vocabulary and the words in the letter, he finally completed the letter.
I wanted to write more words to express my honor, but my ability does not allow it!
The owl next to it tilted its head as it looked at the crooked handwriting and countless black spots.
If it could roll its eyes, it would have rolled its eyeballs off long ago.
Hephis refolded the letter and handed it to the owl.
"Well... please help me send the letter back. Thank you."
The owl glanced at the letter and then looked around the extremely simple room. It was obvious that it did not find any sign of food here.
So it grabbed the envelope, flapped its wings on Hephes' head, and flew away with a whoosh.
"Shh! How dare you hit me? Humph, sooner or later I will roast you, a round-faced little fat chicken."
Hephis touched the place where he was hit by the owl and muttered indignantly.
PS: The protagonist is a time traveler, but he doesn’t know much about "Harry Potter", so this is not an omniscient article.
The protagonist has seen several of these movies, but knowing what the plot is depends entirely on the author's writing needs.
Part One: The protagonist only remembers the beginning.
Part 2: The protagonist remembers most of the plot.
Part 3: The protagonist didn’t watch it.
I will explain it later.
