The breeze ruffled the neat hedges on both sides of the road, and the street was silent and spotless under the afternoon sky. Everything was so clean, neat, and orderly, even the trash cans on the roadside looked clean.
The only living creatures on the street were a teenager and a silver tabby American shorthair cat. The teenager's clothes were very inappropriate. He wore a strange-style white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of tattered denim shorts, and had a black hair.
long hair.
Although the clothes on the young man's body did not fit very well, they were very clean, and his hair was long, but not greasy. At this time, he was concentrating on rummaging for something in the trash can. As he rummaged, a line flashed in his mind
Line typeface.
[Beast Meat +1]
[Poultry +1]
【Potato+1】
[Carrots with unknown liquid on the surface +1]
[Daily Mission: Recycling of Food Materials Completed] Magic Stone +10
juvenile:……
It always felt like something terrible was mixed in. But it had nothing to do with him. He was just a machine that had no emotions to complete the task.
But suddenly, the door in the courtyard opposite the trash can opened, and a little girl with thick brown hair walked out carrying a small bag of things.
The girl stood in the garden and shouted to him through the fence: "Hello."
"My name is not Hello, my name is Tom, Tom Yoder."
The girl puffed up her cheeks and looked a little unconvinced, "Okay, Tom. My mother made some small cakes, do you want to try them? Oh, by the way, my name is Hermione, Hermione Jane Granger.
." As she said that, she forced the bag of things into the boy's hand.
When he heard the girl's name, Tom was stunned. He felt something vaguely surging in his mind, but he couldn't remember it. He felt as if those boiling memories were locked...
Hermione didn't notice anything unusual, and she continued talking.
"Also, I think it's not a good idea to wander around every day. You can try to go to the city's rescue station or orphanage to see if there is a possibility of being accepted, or find a small shop to work as an apprentice..." She
He glanced at the boy's face, which was obviously no more than fourteen years old, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "If you still have family, go back. Your parents will definitely be very worried..."
The girl was actually quite talkative, and Tom asked himself, he would not talk so much with a scavenger.
He smiled at Hermione, and then picked up a withered white rose from the bushes in the garden. The flower quickly regained its vitality in his hands and became as if it had just been picked from the bush.
"This is for you. Thank you."
He handed the flower over and handed it to the kind little girl in front of him.
"Oh!" Hermione looked a little surprised.
At this time, the tabby cat had quietly ran to their feet and stared at them silently. But no one cared: after all, what bad intentions could a cat have?
Tom saw the tabby cat from the corner of his eye. He leaned over and picked up the big cat. Perhaps it was a sudden incident. As a cat, the tabby cat didn't even react and was picked up.
He picked her up and then put a hand on her head, touching her...
"Isn't it very beautiful? This cat, I have always wanted to keep a cat, but I was afraid that they would eat the pigeons near my house - ouch -"
The tabby cat suddenly exerted force and jumped out of his arms.
"Ha, this cat is indeed afraid of strangers. I'll go first, thank you for the cake!" Tom smiled at Hermione, then waved and left before she could say anything else.
Tom walked calmly all the way, and finally came to a bridge hole. Under the bridge hole were some odds and ends - these were all of Tom's belongings.
There was a smoldering fire pit on the ground. Tom took out a stick from the pile of debris, dug it over a few times, and pulled out a black mud ball.
Tom cracked the shell of the mud ball and peeled off the leaves inside. An inconspicuous bird appeared in front of him. There was a strange smell in the air - of course it was not aroma, and there was no condiment at all.
The meat only tastes like meat.
Tom took out a jar from the corner, sprinkled a handful of shiny white particles on the poultry, and then ate one bite of the poultry and one bite of cake.
After a while, one third of the beggar geese were wiped out by him. Tom, who was enjoying his meal, suddenly raised his head warily and looked outside. A sharp iron rod appeared silently in his hand.
.
A tall woman with a prim and serious expression appeared in front of him. She was wearing an emerald green robe and a pointed hat tilted to one side.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Tom asked alertly without relaxing.
"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall."
"Professor?" Tom repeated, looking very wary, "Then what are you doing here? Am I in your way?"
"No, I work at a school called Hogwarts. Can you do what you just did in front of Miss Granger's house again?"
"Okay." Tom didn't waste any time. He picked up a leaf and brought it back to life.
A look of surprise flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"As expected...but you are not on the list..." Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought. For Professor McGonagall, since she has discovered this child, there is absolutely no reason to let it go, even though he does not appear on the list of freshmen.
, but she also decided to admit him - a small part of her power as Vice Headmistress of Hogwarts.
This is not a good person. Professor McGonagall can see that if Tom's magic level is not regulated now, he will end up either dying from a magic burst, or turning into an Obscurus, whichever is the most powerful. She recalled
Recalling a memory from my youth, I couldn't help but shudder.
Both emotionally and rationally, she could not allow a rampaging Obscurus to appear on the streets of London.
Then there is only one answer!
"I'm here to invite you to the school where I work - that is, Hogwarts. You were admitted to Hogwarts. It is a school that accepts students with special abilities." He said here,
She saw Tom's expression change slightly again, and quickly added, "This may sound a little strange, but Hogwarts is not a madhouse, it is a magic school."
Tom was stunned, with no expression on his face.
Professor McGonagall seemed to suddenly remember something, and she asked Tom: "Oh, I just forgot to ask, what is your name? Do you have any relatives at home?"
"My name is Tom, and I am an orphan." Tom answered subconsciously.
Mag:......
Why does this family background sound so familiar?