Mike Grete, the most worry-free child in St. Mary's Orphanage, the treasure in the hands of the director of the orphanage, a good helper for the caregivers, the idol of many younger brothers and sisters, and a veritable king of children.
Now eleven years old, his face is full of melancholy, huddled next to a group of top-hatted gentlemen, his eyes scanning the surrounding sky sharply, his ears filled with the gentlemen's talk about the New World, each one of them seems to be in trouble as soon as they arrive in Amei.
Be able to become a master of people.
If it were before, he might not have said something to complain about, but now, he just wants to be quiet and stay away from the land of right and wrong in Daying as soon as possible.
As a time traveler who has been traveling for ten years, McGarrett originally had very detailed plans for his future, such as studying hard, obtaining a degree from a prestigious school, and then using his vision beyond the times to engage in business to compete for the title of the world's richest man.
reputation.
Or study hard, obtain a degree from a prestigious school, and then make a bet in politics. You might as well become a famous prime minister and rise again. At least Mike, who has an extremely forward-looking vision, is more qualified than a certain person.
However, all plans were ruined by a letter received half a month ago. The letter came from Hogwarts, the most famous magic school in Europe and even the world.
God knows how Mike's heart was shocked when he received the letter.
After all, for ten years, McGarrett thought that what he was taking was an urban script, and he had made a complete plan for it. Who would have thought that the business would collapse halfway, but now tell him that what he was taking was actually an urban script.
Fantasy magic script.
Although since he was five years old, he has discovered something special about himself, such as being able to make certain things float at will, or make flower buds bloom, or call in the breeze.
Then he simply thought that it might have changed from an ordinary urban script to an urban supernatural script. After all, the visible future will be an era of technological explosion, and wizards and the like are simply not within the scope of his thinking.
When a black spot appeared in the distant sky, classmate McGarrett stood up helplessly, walked to an inconspicuous corner, and quietly waited for the messenger from Hogwarts, a gray and black owl.
Muggle, oh, the unified name in the magic world now, Muggle, as an owl messenger of magical creatures, is born with a confusion spell that confuses Muggles, so that wizards can not be discovered when receiving letters in the human world.
Sure enough, it was the admission notice again. McGregor sighed and didn't even bother to open the cover. He just handed it over and said it was from Mr. McGregor, No. 37 Berth Waiting Area, South Hampton Port, Hampshire.
The notice was stuffed into the trash can.
"I'm very sorry," McGarrett apologized decisively after throwing the notice and turning around and bumping into someone else.
The silver-white beard fluttering in front of his eyes told McGarrett that he bumped into an elderly man. He didn't care to look at the appearance of the person he bumped into, and decisively reached out to help him.
But he never thought that a hand came over, grabbed his hand and shook it twice, "Hello, Mr. McGarrett, would you mind chatting with me in a different place?"
McGarrett raised his head and was stunned for a moment.
The person who came was tall and thin, with silver hair and a silver beard that was long enough to be tucked into his waist. He was wearing a robe, a purple cloak that reached the floor, and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles.
Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes are very deep and shining.
"Of course, I'm happy to, Professor Dumbledore." McGarrett seemed to have lost all his strength, and his shoulders suddenly slumped, "But..."
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"I spent one hundred and twenty-five pounds on the ferry ticket. Professor, why don't you wait until I finish what I said and let me refund the ticket." Grete complained, rubbing his forehead.
"Also, are you sure that coming to a church-sponsored orphanage as a wizard will not involve blasphemy?"
"Isn't the existence of wizards itself blasphemous?" Dumbledore blinked, "Then, do you mind if your 'family' comes to observe our conversation?"
"Of course not, please wait a moment, I will bring the dean over." Gretel shrugged his shoulders, turned around and went out.
"You mean our little Gretel has to leave home and go to your so-called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to study magic for seven years?" Swann Gretel, the director of St. Mary's Welfare Home, is an elderly man.
Old nun.
Of course, to Dumbledore, she was just an older child.
"That's right, Mrs. Gretel, Hogwarts is a boarding school. Of course, when the holidays come, he will still come back to be with you family members. After all, the little wizard needs the company of his family.
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After Dumbledore finished speaking, both of their eyes focused on Gretel.
"So, what do you think of the child?" The dean looked lovingly at the child who gave her the most peace of mind.
"I think it's okay. Whether I study magic or not, I'm confident that I can get ahead, Mother Gretel." McGarrett was noncommittal.
In other words, if given a choice, he would choose to be a wizard hiding among Muggles. After all, it is 1991, and Britain or the entire European wizarding world is about to be in chaos.
Apart from magical magic, there is nothing else that appeals to him in the magical world. Whether it is lifestyle or future development prospects, the Muggle world is obviously superior.
For McGarrett, apart from magic itself, the wizarding world has almost become synonymous with ignorance. At least judging from the Harry Potter works he has read and understood, the wizarding world has not benefited from the technological explosion at all.
The old train on platform nine and three-quarters seems to be able to run forever.
The owl has always been the messenger of the magical world, flying slowly in the sky of the British magical world.
As if seeing Gretel's hesitation, Dumbledore had no choice but to use his ultimate move, "Mrs. Gretel, there is something I need to tell you. If the little wizard does not receive formal magic education, his life may be endangered due to out-of-control magic."
In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Dumbledore pulled out a memory from his mind and threw it in front of Swann Gretel.
Seeing the obscurity in Lao Deng's memory, McGarrett rolled his eyes without comment.
If it is a young wizard who is not familiar with the world, it is indeed possible that his magic power may be out of control due to suppression, fright, etc., giving birth to an Obscurus, or even endangering his life.
But for a pseudo-little wizard like him who has traveled through time and space, he has the confidence to control the magic power that is gradually growing in his body. For some reason, he has become the famous child king in the entire orphanage at the age of only eleven years old.
Disguising magic as magic has become a master-level skill for him.
However, he didn't explain.
After all, when he saw Dumbledore appearing in front of him, he was already sure that he could not leave Britain, and there was no way he could go to the New World to become an upstart in the business world, create the great Gretel family, and implement his own British orthodoxy.
Ami's great ambitions have come true.
Sure enough, after seeing the scene in Dumbledore's memory where Silence erupted and the little wizard lost his life, Mrs. Swann Gretel uttered a sentence firmly.
"Go, little Grete will be left to you. You can discipline him. If there is anything you don't want to do, leave it to me and I will educate him."