At first, Tom thought that the package was sent to the wrong place, but after reading the contents of the second letter, he realized that it was not sent to the wrong place, and it was for him.
"Professor McGonagall is trying to catch coolies." Tom saw through Professor McGonagall's intention at a glance.
Tom is a busy man. He has two part-time jobs and a lot of books to read, but Professor McGonagall has given him too much! The knowledge provided by these two notebooks and lesson plans is enough for Tom to upgrade Transfiguration to level 2.
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More importantly, Tom was not disgusted with this kind of thing, so he went back to the dormitory to pack his things, took two days off, and set off for Eastbourne.
Eastbourne, East Sussex 8am
Unfortunately for Tom, it was raining in Eastbourne when he came. Fortunately, there was no wind, otherwise Tom would definitely have been splashed with water.
Because of the rain, the sky was very gloomy.
When Tom arrived at No. 17 Burlington Place, he found that it was a two-story villa with a strong Western European style, with a small yard. The yard seemed to have not been taken care of in time, but the previous foundation was still there, so
It's just a little messy, but overall it looks pretty good.
The rain kept falling, and there was already water in the yard. There was something like a pool in the yard, with some aquatic plants such as lotus leaves in it. At this time, there was a cat struggling hard in the pool - I don't know.
Why, this big orange cat actually fell into the pool. Its life was like a candle in the wind, and it might drown at any time.
The curtains on the side window on the second floor slowly lowered, and inside a little girl with an extremely delicate face was choosing the clothes to wear today: a black vest and a light blue short-sleeved top; a long-sleeved shirt with a black skirt; a set that looks like
It's a bit like a maid's uniform.
Three sets of clothes were neatly laid out on her bed, and her bed was also made extremely well, with almost no wrinkles on the sheets. A small brown bear doll lay upright among the pillows, matching the clean clothes in the room.
From the floor and neat furniture, it is not difficult to see that the little owner of this bedroom has obsessive-compulsive disorder: she likes to keep everything under her control without any chaos.
In the end, the girl chose a suit with a long-sleeved shirt and a black skirt.
With a faint smile, she stood by the wall of her bedroom, looking at her wall full of trophies, medals, and certificates. But when her eyes glanced at the letter on the table, something finally flashed in her eyes.
A trace of confusion.
The letter said that she was admitted to a school called "Hogwarts". This was nothing. It was normal for a smart little girl like her to be accepted by various schools, but this was a magical school.
School!
This somewhat subverts the three views.
Peggy's father instinctively thought it was a prank. Peggy was a little skeptical: What would she do if the magical world broke into her little world so unreasonably?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Peggy trembled all over. She had an intuition that the person who came was related to Hogwarts.
Peggy's father, Mr. Grossman, opened the door and saw a handsome young man standing outside the door. The boy was holding an umbrella and wearing a black wizard robe. He asked politely: "Is this Peggy...
Grossman's house? I'm Tom Yoder, a second-year student at Hogwarts, and I'm here to help her with the pre-enrollment procedures."
Grossman was a little speechless: Is the initiator of this prank too serious? He also specially invited someone to come to the door...
Just when he began to recall which of his business partners had such bad tastes, something incomprehensible happened to him.
He watched helplessly as the young man waved his hand, and a ball of orange stuff flew over from his pool.
"This cat is drowning in your pool. Is it your cat?"
"No..." Mr. Grossman said subconsciously.
Tom shook his head, hugged the dying orange cat gently, and then glanced at Mr. Grossman. Then he woke up from a dream and quickly let Tom into the house - it was really hard to have people standing outside on a rainy day.
Impolite.
Tom walked into the villa and put away his umbrella. The rainwater slid down the umbrella, dripped on the ground, and formed a puddle, making the clean floor a mess. Tom was a little embarrassed, so he pointed to the ground again: "Clean it up."
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The water stain disappeared.
Tom gently put the umbrella in the umbrella stand, then hugged the orange cat and asked Mr. Grossman: "Can we talk?"
So he quickly sat at the dining table of the Grossman family, and Mr. Grossman brought him a cup of hot chocolate. Tom looked around at the indoor layout: clean, tidy, and the appliances were all new, combined with this
With a house in a location, it can be said that the Grossman family's financial situation is pretty good.
Mr. Grossman was also worried about Tom. This uninvited guest was too young. His half-long black hair, deep black eyes and three-dimensional facial features made this young man look quite handsome. He was wearing a pure black wizard robe.
It adds a bit of mysterious temperament to him.
Thinking about what he had just done, Mr. Grossman had completely believed his identity.
Grossman asked somewhat cautiously: "So, magic is real? Peggy is really going to study in a magic school?"
"Yes, Mr. Grossman, your daughter has been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is the number one wizarding school in Europe and even the world." Tom took a sip of hot chocolate, just like Professor McGonagall back then.
, introducing the magical world to Mr. Grossman.
"That's right, I was entrusted by Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to come here to invite your daughter to attend Hogwarts."
Mr. Grossman hesitated for a while. This was a difficult decision for him. Once he agreed, it would mean that his daughter, who had been dependent on him since childhood, would leave him and go to a completely unfamiliar world, and he would be completely unable to help.
"Excuse me, how many years is Hogwarts a school? Does it have to be boarding? I mean, can it be a day school..." Mr. Grossman was still lucky. He felt that if Hogwarts was a day school
In this school, my daughter can see me every night. In this case, learning magic doesn't seem to be a big problem.
Unfortunately, Tom ruthlessly exposed his fantasy: Hogwarts is a seven-year school located in the Scottish Highlands and does not accept day students.
"Hogwarts is a school with a history of more than a thousand years, while the British Ministry of Magic only has a history of three hundred years. Every Hogwarts graduate can find a decent enough job that is worth it.
One thing to mention is that all previous Ministers of Magic are graduates of Hogwarts. And your daughter was only eighteen years old when she graduated, so she still has many choices." Tom analyzed for Mr. Grossman how to go to Hogwarts.
Advantages of going to school.
Seeing that Mr. Grossman still looked hesitant, Tom said: Why don't you listen to Peggy's opinion?