One month later...

...

Let children win at the starting line, the educational concept revealed by this sentence is also popular in Britania.

As long as there are people, there will be competition. There are always some parents who hope that their children can get into a good university and have a good future, which gives their children a lot of unnecessary burdens and pressures.

Sherlock William is such a child. He is eleven years old and he is working on questions in his room while many of his peers are playing with friends outside.

On his desk, stacks of textbooks and exercises were filled with stacks of textbooks and exercises.

However, when he was sweating profusely when he was doing the exam, the sound of a bird flapping its wings attracted his attention.

Sherlock raised his head and saw a fat chicken with a round face confronting him on the window in front of him. The scene was indescribable.

It was an owl, and what was even more strange was that the owl was actually holding a brown envelope made of parchment paper on its claws.

letter?

Give it to me?

Sherlock carefully stretched out his hand because the owl's claws were too sharp. He was a little afraid that his movements would scare it and hurt him.

But it is gratifying that the owl was very calm from beginning to end, and she flew away after watching Sherlock receive the letter.

Although Sherlock is just an eleven-year-old child, he knows the habits of owls very well. As a nocturnal creature, it can actually move during the day and even send letters to others. It is incredible.

But soon, Sherlock turned his attention to the parchment envelope in his hand, and turned it over. He saw a piece of wax on the back of the letter, a shield heraldry, and a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake around the letter "H".

He took the letter paper out of it, and spread it out carefully:

Principal of Hogwarts Magic School: Albus Dumbledore.

Dear Mr. William: We are pleased to inform you that you have been allowed to attend the Hogwarts Magic School.

A list of required books and equipment will be included with the letter. The semester is scheduled to start on December 31. Given that you belong to a Muggle family, our school will send a specialist to your door at 9:00 a.m. the day after you receive the letter, please wait patiently.

Vice President: Gellert Grindelwald.

Since this session is the first session, the letter format and enrollment process will be more special.

magic?

Sherlock widened his pupils. He opened the letter and checked it repeatedly several times. Thinking of the abnormality of the owl just now, his breathing gradually became heavy. He stood up from his seat and ran downstairs quickly.

"Mother!"

...

At night, the flames in the fireplace burned with raging fire, and the burning firewood made crackling sounds.

Sherlock's father, Leon William, was sitting on a chair beside the stove, baking a fire, covered with a blanket on his thighs, holding a walnut pipe in his hand, and squinted his eyes slightly.

In his hand, he was holding the letter that Sherlock received, and Sherlock stood beside him and looked at him with anticipation.

After a while, Leon put the letter down, then quickly kneaded it into a ball of paper and threw it into the fire.

Sherlock was caught off guard and wanted to rescue him, but it was too late. Under the burning of the flames, the letter instantly turned into a pile of ashes.

"Father!" Sherlock looked at Leon with anger, tears rolling in his eyes.

Leon glanced at Sherlock and said, biting his cigarette mouth and sucking mist.

"Sherlock, I thought you wouldn't be fooled by such low-level pranks."

"This is not a prank, it was sent by an owl!" Sherlock said dissatisfied.

"Ha." Leon was amused by Sherlock's words, "So, do you have any more decisive evidence? You want to say that the owl becomes a person and then personally give it to you."

"I...I." Sherlock blushed and couldn't speak at all.

Leon mercilessly hit the young man's young heart.

"Sherlock, I would rather you go to Eton College to study for middle school after graduation, and then go to Lamper Road Inn to study for college, rather than Hogwarts. This name doesn't sound serious, and the names of these two people, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, don't sound serious."

Bang!

When Leon came to his senses, Sherlock had already run back to his room and closed the door heavily. It seemed that he was very angry.

Leon raised his eyebrows indifferently, continued to pick up his pipe, and began to suck in the mist.

Sherlock's mother, Anna, heard the sound and walked out of the kitchen on one side. She inserted her wrist into her waist and said to Leon with some displeasure.

"Can't you just put it aside? He is still so young, and it's normal for you to fantasize about these things."

"It's not too young, how can my William family be compared with other children? It's meaningless to waste energy on such things." Leon said proudly.

Anna shook her head helplessly and continued to walk back to the kitchen to handle the dishes after they enjoyed the full dinner...

The same thing happened in various places in Britania. The scope of the enrollment list can be detected is limited and can only be limited to one country, but this is within the acceptable range of Charia.

In fact, among the 128 people who sent enrollment letters, there were almost no one who truly believed that Hogwarts existed.

Even if some people believe it verbally, it is just a kind lie that kind parents tell to prevent their children from shattering their illusions.

In fact, this kind of thing happens to Muggle families in the Harry Potter world, and at this time, the school professors will come to explain the situation in person.

Because the chances of wizards appearing in Muggle families are almost very small, and each session is basically single digits, so the workload is not large.

The 128 people in Britania were still Hogwarts, considering the particularity of this world, and extended his original age to 18.

Of course, it is also attributed to the country's nearly one billion people.

However, with just a few magicians of Hogwarts, the workload is a lot.

The next morning, he arrived as promised.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

At the dining table, Leon held his cigarette holder in his mouth and said casually as he looked at the newspaper in his hand.

Anna glanced at Leon, "It's not you, just prank, what do you do if you burn it?"

Leon was silent for a moment, took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Anna.

"Give him this."

Anna took the letter, opened it up and down and looked at Leon with some surprise, "Didn't you burn?"

"I can imitate that kind of handwriting by taking a glance, and it is easy to find the same paper texture." Leon, as an antique restorationist, said proudly.

Anna looked at her husband helplessly, "What have you done long ago? It's so troublesome."

"Let him understand the truth sooner, so that he won't get deeper and deeper in the end. Magic, haha, ridiculous." Leon said disdainfully.

Ding ~

The doorbell sound from the door downstairs attracted the attention of the two.

"Strange, who will come to us at this time?" Anna said in confusion.

Leon seemed to have thought of something, and subconsciously looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost nine o'clock, and his eyebrows were raised slightly, and some kind of guess that he thought was funny was rising in his heart.

Anna walked downstairs in a hurry, and her right hand stroked the door handle slowly turned.

Click~
Chapter completed!