"Well, Mike, welcome to your admission. You won't throw the notice into the trash can this time." Dumbledore smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes and took out the product that Mike Grant had thrown away not long ago.
Notice of trash can at berth 37.
The words on the envelope have changed to Mike Grant, the right lounge on the third floor of St. Mary's Welfare Institute.
"Of course, Professor, I'm looking forward to my future life at Hogwarts."
Dumbledore came and went in such a hurry that he didn't even catch the lunch that Mrs. Swan Grant had specially prepared for Dumbledore's arrival.
You must know that the funding for St. Mary's Church is limited, so the days when St. Mary's Welfare Home opens meat only on Sunday nights.
Not to mention that they had meat dishes just yesterday on Sunday, and they have meat dishes again today.
Mike Gretel, who knew the inside story, felt very warm in his heart. He knew that no one cared more about his development than Mrs. Swann Gretel. This was also the reason why many people from well-off families came to adopt him over the years, but he always refused.
.
When the children at St. Mary's Welfare Home raised their hands and shouted "Long live Mother Gretel" because of their indulging in pornography, Dumbledore had already returned to Hogwarts.
"Albus, have you seen that child?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern.
She really felt that it was a big headache. Which student in previous years did not respond immediately after receiving the notice, but this time there were two problems.
One is Harry Potter, Dumbledore said he had other plans, and the other is the prospective first-year student that Dumbledore took the initiative to consult today, Mike Gretel.
Seeing that there was only one month left before school started, there was no reply from these two students.
"I've seen him before. This kid is very similar to Tom. He's just as handsome and talented. I can feel the magic hidden in him."
Professor McGonagall knew that Dumbledore still had something to say, but couldn't help but said, "Then..."
Dumbledore filled his mouth with a honey candy, "He is very popular, and the children in the orphanage also like him very much, but unlike Tom, he does not rely on magic to enchant him, nor does he rely on sweet words."
, not even relying on his outstanding appearance.
I can feel that he is purely relying on his own heart, and the children really like him. He even calls magic magic just to make the children happy.
That kid, the reason why he doesn't want to come to Hogwarts is simply because he is more optimistic about the development of Moji's world."
"But, Dumbledore, what if..." Minerva McGonagall was stopped by Albus Dumbledore before she could finish her words.
"Believe me, Minerva, as long as we guide him well, he will never become the next Dark Lord."
Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore for a long time, "Okay, if you insist, but I will continue to pay attention to him."
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Professor McGonagall left, and Dumbledore sat on the sofa and sighed briefly.
The past principals in the portrait: "Dumbledore, something is wrong with you. You have a secret. Tell it quickly and we will give you the details."
Dumbledore ignored the portrait's words, just clapped his hands, and the portrait flipped over. The portrait of a talkative headmaster suddenly became a wall-facer.
Only the vague words "Dumbledore, this is not fair" came out along the cracks in the wall.
No one saw the trace of sadness hidden in Dumbledore's deep blue eyes.
Same origin in an orphanage, same outstanding appearance, same outstanding talent, even more outstanding.
In order not to cultivate another Dark Lord, he secretly used Legilimency, but he didn't expect that McGarrett had a natural Occlumency. In addition to being able to vaguely feel that his heart was not dark, he could not read anything else.
useful information.
However, the sincere love from the people around him and the warm feeling around the child were not fake. Let everything go on like this for the time being. The most important thing now is Harry.
At the same time, St. Mary's Welfare Home.
Little Grete rushed into the bathroom, and a translucent screen floated in front of her eyes.
The entire screen was translucent blue, appearing or disappearing according to his thoughts.
Name: Mike Garrett
Race: human
Age: 11 years old
Talent: [Visitor from the Other Side: As a life from another world, reject any supernatural prying eyes] [Wizard: Magic Affinity]
Skills: None
July 30th.
Early in the morning, St. Mary's Welfare Home welcomed a special guest, the mixed-race giant Rubeus Hagrid.
It can be said that Hagrid's arrival made the children at St. Mary's Welfare Home ecstatic. At least when Mike Grete came over, he saw many children grabbing Hagrid's pants and climbing up.
Hagrid carefully looked after these children, his eyes full of joy. He loved cubs so much. No matter what race they were, they were all cute in his eyes.
Compared with when he first arrived at the entrance of the orphanage, his height of more than three meters shocked the children around him into silence. Hagrid couldn't help but thank Professor Dumbledore for his advice deep in his heart, "Hagrid, bring more candy, there are a lot of children there.
"
Thinking of this, Hagrid stuffed his palm like palm into his pocket again, took out a handful of candies and gave them to the children.
"Okay, okay, thank you and go back quickly, otherwise Gretel's mother will be spanked one after another." Mike Gretel clapped his hands and finally rescued Hagrid from the sea of children.
Of course, Hagrid's resentful eyes seemed to be silently accusing Gretel.
"Hello, my name is Mike Grete. Are you Mr. Rubeus Hagrid as Professor Dumbledore mentioned?" Mike Grete took the lead in extending his hand.
Hagrid's face suddenly turned red, he rubbed his hands nervously on his body, and stretched out his hand, "Yes, I am Rubeus Hagrid, the keykeeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts."
I secretly added a sentence in my heart, as well as this year's freshmen inviters.
Rubeus Hagrid seemed to hear Dumbledore's instructions in his ears: "Hagrid, this is to contact the new students on behalf of Hogwarts. I believe you are capable of the job."
To be honest, after growing up so much, Dumbledore is the person Hagrid is most grateful to. When everyone thought he had killed Myrtle, it was Dumbledore who protected him and not only did he not send himself to prison in the end
Azkaban graciously took him in at Hogwarts.
Now he is even asked to represent Hogwarts to contact new students.
Seeing Hagrid's eyes gradually wandering, Little Gretel coughed lightly, finally recalling the half-blood giant's wandering thoughts.
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Bus, subway, walking.
Along the way, the old and young people encountered a lot of strange looks, and even almost attracted questioning from the British police.
Of course, there is reason to believe that the small umbrella erected by Hagrid played a big role. Otherwise, these brass hats who are eager for promotion would not mind coming up to investigate this duo who looks like abducted and abducted.
It wasn't until he got into the Leaky Cauldron that Hagrid escaped the curious and probing gaze of the Muggles.
"Hey, Hagrid, would you like a drink?" Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, greeted Hagrid familiarly. After all, even if you are a real drunkard in this bar, you won't be as good at drinking as the half-blood giant Hagrid. But this is a little guy like him.
The pub is truly a golden patron.
"No, no, Professor Dumbledore asked me to take the little wizard to Diagon Alley to buy some things. I will definitely do it next time." After struggling to squeeze out from a bunch of drunkards who were drunk in broad daylight, Hagrid took Gretel into the tavern.
Beside the brick wall of the small patio.
"Gretel, the entrance to Diagon Alley is here. Count three pieces upward from the trash can, then count two pieces sideways, and hold your wand a little, like this."
As the tip of Hagrid's umbrella popped out, the British wizarding world unveiled its mysterious veil in front of Mike Gretel for the first time.