, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When Harry woke up on his birthday, he unexpectedly didn't get peace or a good morning kiss from his father.
His room was on the second floor, a spacious room with a balcony. Standing on the balcony and looking down, he could see the garden, so of course, he heard the sound of a group of people arguing below the garden.
Harry didn't panic when he heard these voices. He knew these voices and knew why they were there because today was his birthday.
Although he was glad to have them here, Harry thought to himself, what on earth were they arguing about?
He rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses, tried to shake off the early morning sleepiness, and then walked to the balcony in slippers:
"Oh, good morning, Harry," Mr. Xavier, who was sitting at the main end of the long dining table, was the first to notice that his son had gotten up. "Did you sleep well? Did we wake you up?"
As soon as this sentence came out of his mouth, all the students who were in dispute shut down their loud voices, chose to say hello to Harry, and found a quite suitable explanation for sitting here early in the morning - today is harry's birthday.
"Hey, Harry, happy birthday... You seem to have grown taller again, right? I think I can give you a motorcycle next year."
"Happy birthday, Harry. I brought you a big cake. I made it myself. Do you want to try it?"
"Oh, let me tell you, Harry, you need a haircut. It's too scary. Oh, by the way, happy birthday."
"Good morning, baby Harry, happy birthday!"
"Thank you," Harry accepted the blessings with a smile and put his arms on the stone fence of the balcony, "And good morning, dad, I wasn't woken up, I'm so happy to see you when I woke up - But what are you discussing?" He looked around, remembering how this happened last time, "Have you found any new students with strong abilities?"
"Actually, Harry, it's about you." Mr. Xavier said to Harry very calmly, he raised the envelope in his hand, "Someone sent you a letter - an admission notice. "
Mr. Xavier let go of the hand holding the letter. Harry had already controlled his abilities very well, so as long as he stretched out his hand, the letter flew into his hand obediently.
This is a letter made of paper that can be considered ancient. The seal has a very beautiful seal with four animals surrounding an H. On it is written a string of addresses accurate to the bedroom, and at the end it strangely says "Harry James" ·Mr. r accepts”.
"...That's not right," Harry looked at the letter and then at his father, "My name is not Harry Jeams R."
"...Ahem, actually," Hank awkwardly spoke before Mr. Xavier, "you are. When the professor and I picked you up ten years ago, you... had your name written on the note on your body .”
Then a suspicious silence fell in the garden.
Harry was picked up by Mr. Xavier one night. No one mentioned this secret, and no one cared much about it, because everyone thought that Harry was Mr. Xavier's son. There was no dispute about this.
However, they didn't know that Harry didn't care about this problem. Harry is a very sensitive child, they all know this.
I don't know who stepped on Hank angrily, as if blaming him for his straightforward description. The blue beast was in pain and wanted to scream out, but he didn't dare to scream out, so he had to hold it in. He couldn't help but lament in his heart - when he found out, his end would be even worse.
She was the one who loved her little nephew the most. If Harry asked for stars, she would never give him the moon.
"...Oh, that's right." Harry looked at them with a smile - as if he cared about this problem - smiled and then asked, "That means this letter is indeed written For me?"
"The letter came all the way from England," Kitty interjected. "It was brought by an owl. It's a really cool way of communication, but I think the owl was exhausted. After all, it was such a long journey - —Why don’t they send texts and emails?”
"Owl?" Harry repeated in disbelief as he took out the letter, "Why owl?"
"Who knows?" Alex said, "Maybe they have special owls, the ones that don't sleep during the day."
The letter and envelope were made of greeting-yellow parchment, and the address was written in emerald-colored slightly older handwriting—Harry noticed that this was another very old aspect of the letter—which began with:
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Magician of the Order of Merlin)
Dear Mr. R:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to hcraftandwizardry (Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry). Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.
Sincerely, Vice-Principal (female) Minerva Agall.
When Harry saw this, he felt a little ridiculous: "hogwarts? Wizards? What is that? Dad, this is a spoof letter."
Mr Xavier said: "Maybe it is, maybe it's not."
"Dad, there are no wizards in this world. Who put this kind of spoof letter in our mailbox? This is Xavier's house! They must have made a mistake," Harry quickly put the letter down without looking down, casually He lit a flame at his fingertips, burned the letter cleanly, and joked: "This is a scientific world, and our family should be the most scientific in this area."
"Actually, I kind of hope there are wizards in this world to study the differences between us," Mr. Xavier was very open-minded. "From a genetic point of view, mutants are genes, which means they have fundamentally changed. People who are different from ordinary humans, that is, us, maybe there is no difference between wizards and mutants, my dear.”
"Maybe," Harry shrugged, "but maybe wizards are a bunch of weird guys who capture children to make soup?"
"If they dare to catch you making soup," Pyroman John said, "I'll string them up and make barbecue first."
"Actually, I think we can give it a try," Bobby said, receiving some unexplained looks from everyone, "Um, I mean, how about we eat first? Didn't we bring a lot of great ingredients? I'm hungry ”
Y glared at him, then took Jean's arm and walked away proudly: "Let's go to the kitchen."
"I want to help too." Harry said quickly. He turned around and ran back to the room and washed up quickly.
Because Mr. Xavier has limited mobility, half of the food at home is cooked by Harry, and his craftsmanship is quite good. Although he is not allowed to touch the kitchen knife, Harry doesn't need that thing.
The knife is moved by himself, and the vegetables are cut by himself. Harry once thought that his ability can really spoil people into lazy people. Maybe when he can touch the knife, he will not do it himself. Knife.
After his figure disappeared, the table in the garden began to talk again, but in a low voice.
"Should we tell him? About a dark man who came before he got up, and this letter was actually sent by that man?" Sean was a little embarrassed to say, "Then this man..."
"Yes, I think it's better not to tell Harry about the fact that you kicked this man out." Alex said this deliberately, and as expected, he saw Sean's regretful face.
Sean was remorseful and confident: "A man, a man who looks like a bad guy, came to the professor's house and said he wanted to take Harry to be a wizard. Shouldn't I throw him out?"
"Then you lost it too quickly...what else did he say?" John secretly picked up a cookie from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, "He belongs to Harry..."
"He said he would be Harry's future Potions Professor," Mr. Xavier said, "His name is——"
severus snape.
