, wonderful and free of pop-ups! [Dear Dad:
I don’t know what time it will be in New York when this letter is delivered to you, but I know that you will always be the first to wait for my letter. Dad, listen to me and go after reading this letter. Did you sleep well?
I have now arrived at Hogwarts. It is very beautiful, several times more beautiful than the castle in the crystal ball. If you calculate the area carefully, it should be three times the size of our home school? This does not include places like the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake that my seniors told me about. Well, I think it's understandable that a school that has been running for thousands of years, has a unique culture, and has existed since the lords' period has such a large area, right?
Okay, I know what you want to know most, and I also know that if you don’t tell me, you will be bombarded by questions from John and others——so I will put the answer here.
I entered W College. Let Auntie cheer, this is her victory. Although not no one has favored this one, but due to genetic speculation, many people have favored gryffindor, and because it is said that my previous family is a noble family, there are also many Few people beat Slytherin. I thought I would get in here before, but Mr. Hat - the hat used for sorting is a talking and thinking hat - he said that he wanted to be a therapist, so it would be better to study peacefully, Slytherin It's not bad, but obviously not what I want.
There is a very embarrassing thing before this, I will tell you next time——
——Okay, actually I'm in trouble because of this: He Qi was very angry. Although I don't want to say it, it's all my classmate Ron's fault, just because he said, 'How could Harry R not come to Gryffindor? ’, and a lot of people seemed to agree with him. Not that I'm blaming Ron, or that I have anything against my birth parents, you know, I love them, but, Dad, I'm really, really, really not used to being thought of as 'harry. r' treat.
I really hope that when I go to class tomorrow, I won't mistakenly think that I haven't been called for this reason, or that I will be as distracted as I was when I was sorted, but I can't come back to my senses.
His seat is really far away from me, so it’s not easy to talk to him. I will find an opportunity to talk to him. He looked like he would definitely cause trouble for Ron. I simply believe that once he has the chance, he will I would have beaten up Ron; but I almost got into an argument with Ron, but fortunately he was sitting relatively close to me.
I don't quite understand my status in the magical world - I also don't understand that if my parents are gryffindors, do I have to be one? I also think Dad, you should enter w, so I don’t think there is anything suspicious about me entering here. However, obviously they think it is necessary to be suspicious, and many people have been staring at me. There are many seniors in w, and they are kind-hearted. 's blocked out a lot of conversation for me, thank god.
The dinner was very rich, with a lot of meat. Fortunately, the difference between British food and American food is not very big, but I don't like pumpkin juice very much, it is too sweet. I prefer lemonade and water - to be honest, those things should be Sean likes it. I'm really sorry that he can't sit at the same table with me for dinner.
There were very few boys in W, so we all shared a room, and the rooms were horribly empty; we lived in a very tall tower, and there was an eagle statue that spoke English at the gate of the dormitory. The senior sisters said that it It is a gatekeeper who does not need a password. As long as he is smart enough and answers the questions it asks, anyone can enter and be a guest. The tower seems to have been cast by space magic. The lounge is as big as a library, and it is really a library. ——There are more books here than in the bookstore, which makes me so happy! Senior Zhang Qiu said that if I am willing, she can help me find books about therapy tomorrow! She is such a good person!
Oh, but the strange thing is that when I went to return his dog, Slytherin's door, which was said to have a password, opened easily. He didn't seem to realize anything, saying that I shouldn't have come, and called his dog stupid, but he The faces of the senior students are very strange. I think I will find a way to figure this out tomorrow.
Hogwarts itself is like a castle with many treasures that I need to explore next. It has hundreds of moving stairs, people in the paintings who have the ability to move independently and can visit the house, thinking hats, and real sky images. ceilings, and, uh, ghosts, I feel like half of my knowledge of physics has been shattered - anyway, there's a lot I don't know.
I also bought some interesting snacks on the train. Please pay special attention to the boxes with chocolate written on them. The chocolates inside can easily jump away. If you are not careful, the school may become a habitat for chocolate frogs.
It's not very early, especially after I visited the dormitory and the public owl shed, so I stopped writing for the time being. I hope Dad can go to bed peacefully and say hello to everyone for me.
ps: If Hank asks me to lend out the Sorting Hat—or any magic item—for research during the holidays, I won’t agree. Please tell him this.
Miss you harry]
Logan opened the door and finished reading the letter in his hand.
This is a very strange letter - it was sent by an owl and was thrown into the mailbox. The envelope was written "Charles", but the letter was written in a child's handwriting, and the content was very weird, like some writer for A fairy tale or fantasy written for sales.
But when he saw the signature, he knew who wrote it - although his memory was not very reliable, Logan knew that Charles did have an extraordinary son. The baby was very, well-behaved and not like a boy. He was just eleven years old this year. ——Rogue extorted a piece of his broken bone claw for this purpose. Oh, it was something of some vintage. Anyway, his ward took it away resolutely and gave it to the boy as a birthday present. It's like he didn't leave a large amount of pocket money for her to buy gifts.
"...Is it time to have a boyfriend?" He rubbed his stubbled chin, secretly thinking about the love issues of the little girl who was brought up by him and thrown here.
...Of course, what he didn't expect now was that a few minutes later, because he was holding the letter and forgetting to take it out, he was almost beaten by a group of people.
…
"Uh... I'm sorry, ma'am," Harry tried his best to appear calm in the noise of an auditorium, but the shame still made his ears turn red, "I... am not very used to it."
He wasn't quite used to the name. of course. He has been called 'Mr. Xavier' for ten years, and now you want him to spend two months getting used to the name 'Mr.
The witch was not angry, but sighed after realizing it: "Well, I think some information should be updated - please come up, Mr. Harry Xavier."
The noise became louder and louder. Harry resisted the urge to run away and stepped forward stiffly, barely giving the witch who respected him a smile. The latter gave him a shallow smile, and after he sat down, he put the sorting hat on his head.
The smell of dust hit his face, and Harry had just resisted the urge to sneeze when he heard the Sorting Hat twisting around on his head and making a long 'Ah~~~~' sound.
"Special, very special," the thinking hat had an old scholar's voice. Harry heard him say, "This is the first time I have seen someone like you in so many years."
"..."
Harry didn't know what to say.
"Okay, let me take a look at your little head - Oh, you became a wizard for your father? This is really rare... Well, the talent is also very good, and there is no lack of hard work and patience, and there is also protection. The courage of the family, and the fairness and sincerity to treat everyone equally. My child, you have to know that in this era, you are rare. So, what about gryffindor, you will become a hero there - "
Harry almost couldn't lift it up in one breath and couldn't help shouting: "No, I'm not going to Gryffindor!"
The second he finished speaking, he couldn't help but lower his head - obviously all the people sitting in the front row had heard his words, and they were all staring at him with dumbfounded eyes, especially Gryffindor.
In fact, he really has no problem with this academy, Harry thought, but Snape will target him to death, he will definitely! He can feel the professor's cold gaze even as he sits here!
It is already obvious that Ron and Slytherin are incompatible with each other.
The Sorting Hat didn't take it seriously and said with relish: "Oh, don't worry, he won't kill you. In fact, he is quite a good person - well, since that is your wish, what about Slytherin? You will achieve great achievements... …Oooh, you want to be a therapist? It's not easy, kid, but I gotta say, if you want to get what you want, you gotta go there—"
Almost immediately, the Sorting Hat shouted toward the hall: "——w!!!"
Harry took off his hat and stood up after heaving a sigh of relief. The first thing he looked at was his platinum-blond friend's face, which was filled with disappointment and joy. These two emotions struggled on his face for a while and then disappeared. . Harry was pleased to see that he nodded calmly to himself as a congratulation.
It seemed that for him, everything was bearable as long as he didn't enter Gryffindor.
Harry walked down the steps, trying to ignore Ron who was yelling that this was impossible and arguing with him that there was nothing wrong with it.
Harry walked towards the long table decorated with blue flags. Under the enthusiastic but excessive applause of W students, he found a seat and sat down. Perhaps because of previous discussions, when he sat down, Zhang Qiu happened to change seats and sat across from him. The Chinese girl smiled friendly at him and waved: "Welcome to w, Harry."
"I am very honored--"
"You can call me Qiu." The second grade girl winked at the boy.
"Okay, Qiu." Harry winked at her. While he was doing this, several girls were whispering to each other. When Harry looked over, they nodded to him generously to express friendship.
There are no annoying questions like "Why is your last name Xavier" or "Are you that person?" and there are no curious eyes. This college can solve many problems with thinking, especially the careful girls. They are just As soon as his eyes turned, the answer came out.
Harry noticed that there were about a dozen boys on his left - and apart from that, they were all girls, and there were only a few boys in his grade. This made him realize that w seemed to be due to the characteristics of the college. The ratio of men to women was seriously unbalanced. The reason seemed to be obvious - it was the same as Bobby, whose grades were good enough to compete with Jean, who would also play pranks with John. It seemed that It is a unique trait that boys are born with, and most of them are young girls who want to concentrate on studying hard.
It's not that girls don't like to do something, but Harry thought about the girls who were almost the same age as him, or only one or two years apart. They all seemed to be the most well-behaved. So far, they were only interested in studying and gossiping. Enthusiasm, not the kind that involves men's butts and alcohol, or going shopping in the blazing sun.
After the last student was sorted into houses, the dinner started after Dumbledore said a few words. Almost instantly, large platters of food appeared out of thin air on the previously empty table. There were so many things that Harry could understand, but was stunned - for example, the one closest to him was a plate of chicken legs, a plate! A plateful of turkey legs!
"What's wrong Harry," Zhang Qiu asked the junior who grew up in the United States with concern while taking a portion of corn soup for himself, "Aren't you used to British food?"
"...No, I've just never seen so many." Harry considered his explanation, "And there's a lot of food appearing in one breath... This magic looks very shocking."
"I thought Americans' impression of British food was that they looked up to the starry sky pie." The girl on Zhang Qiu's left joined their conversation, "What do you think of British food?"
"It's nothing actually. My dad likes to eat British food sometimes. He studied in Cambridge."
Harry took himself a portion of mashed potatoes, a portion of cream soup, a portion of garlic toast with pork chops and a few chicken legs. Then he looked around, and the senior boy next to him smiled and handed him a Pot of black tea.
"I guess you all are not used to drinking pumpkin juice - especially you, Xavier." The way the senior addressed Harry made him feel a lot more comfortable. "Maybe you are not used to leaving home these days - but I Guaranteed, you will fall in love with this place very quickly.”
Harry nodded along with several freshmen, and then the atmosphere at the long table became extremely good——
——On the other hand, the atmosphere at Gryffindor is not that good.
"This! What's the problem!" He almost roared out this sentence, "Why does he need to be exactly the same as you imagined!"
"We all grew up listening to his stories, and we all respect him. Calm down, Granger, we don't mean anything else." A senior girl said embarrassingly, "No one said he must enter Gryffindor - it's just that Everyone thinks so, after all, his parents are gryffindors."
"Yes, and why are you so angry? What does this have to do with you? Why don't you go to W if you hate Gryffindor so much?" Ron bit a chicken leg fiercely, while Neville was helplessly telling him not to do this, "You care Too many!"
"I wasn't the one who just said, 'How can Harry R not come to Gryffindor'!"
Point this out pointedly.
Being exposed by her words, she blushed and forced herself to reply: "What's wrong with what I said! He is - eh! He should enter Gryffindor. This is the principal's academy, it's the best!"
The word 'the best' floated into his ears, and he glanced over with cold blue eyes. He vowed in his heart to give this guy a good look, and at the same time he was grateful - fortunately, he took the eye medicine early.
——How many people think that Harry needs to be a Gryffindor? Damn the lion!
The twins passed behind Ron with miserable expressions on their faces, and one of them blocked his mouth with a chicken leg: "Oh, little Ron, focus on eating your food. You must know that there are certain things you shouldn't say nonsense~"
"Yes, I can feel the death ray from the slytherin side——"
"Yes hingyou~"
"I thought he would be angry," he glanced at Slytherin, "after all, he wants Harry to be in the same college as him, and he is so unreasonable." The brown-haired girl frowned and commented.
"Maybe to him, it's good that our 'surviving boy' didn't enter Gryffindor." Fred said, "After all, it's better to be in W than in the enemy's house."
"Yes..." Nodding, at this time many pearl-colored ghosts passed through the ceiling, and her attention was immediately attracted, "Oh my god, it's a ghost!"
…………
By the time Harry finished the last spoonful of chocolate pudding, all the plates and garbage had disappeared. At an opening ceremony, all the teacher had to say was some clichés, so the prefect of each college——Harry I feel like this is more like letting the seniors take up positions like student assistants - they all stand up and let the students in their own colleges follow them.
He waved before leaving the hall, and after receiving an unknown smile and a nod, he followed the prefect of his college to W Tower - it is to the west of Hogwarts. By the way, Harry heard that he lives on the east side. Holding a gryffindor - and then assigned to a fairly large room of his own.
"There are very few boys in W, and the proportion of girls in the college is not large," Zhang Qiu explained to him before going upstairs, "So to a certain extent, it is a benefit of the unpopular college? After all, Gryffindor is a room for six people."
——It seems that Gryffindor’s words that he didn’t think highly of were still listened to every word.
Cold sweat broke out on Harry's back, he said goodbye to Zhang Qiu with a smile, and then returned to the dormitory assigned to him.
W is a college that advocates knowledge, so Harry saw the common room downstairs that was comparable to the size of a library and was indeed a library. What surprised him was that before opening the dormitory door with his name on it, , he saw the eagle sculpture on the door handle flap its wings the moment it was opened, and said to him as if it came alive:
"Please set a password."
...No wonder the eagle at the door doesn't need a password. It turns out that student W's personal safety depends on this.
Harry suddenly understood.
"...Well, password (mutant)." Harry tried to say.
"The setting is successful. Please remember the password and do not tell others without authorization. Pay attention to personal safety and experimental safety. No. 10 is happy to serve you."
Then the eagle fell silent again.
"...Is this lock quite user-friendly?" Harry muttered, pushing the door open and entering.
Then he was tackled, hard.
"...Sirius?!" Harry was startled when he saw what was knocking him down, "Why are you here? Oh, wait, stop licking, I have to send you back there quickly... Huh? , don’t be like this, oh, haha, stop licking, let me get up quickly!”
…
About half an hour later, he looked at the big black dog that was brought to him with a complicated expression.
Behind him were a group of slytherins with different looks. The older they were, the uglier their faces were. When he finally realized the importance of the matter, he found that the big idiot in front of him who always sent random and well-meaning words was looking at him inexplicably.
The big black dog that was forcibly pulled to his feet was no more peaceful than he was - in fact, he was going crazy.
"You mean," he asked suspiciously, "you found the dog in your dormitory, and then you came over to return it to me, but found at the door that you didn't have the password - and then you communicated with the snake statue decorated on the door, Did they just let you in?"
Harry nodded strangely: "Yes, they are quite reasonable - I said I was here to return the dog, and they let me in. Is there any problem with this? Or did I come at the wrong time? But Senior Clear He said that I can leave the dormitory before it’s time.”
Most of the senior slytherins took a deep breath again.
The big black dog...has begun to scratch anxiously at the beautifully woven carpet in the cellar.
"..."
What's wrong with this? This problem is too big!
I felt a familiar fear again - it seemed that Harry was like this before the bookstore was gathered together to watch.
"How on earth did you get sorted into W!"
He said in disbelief and with a miserable look on his face.
Harry blinked - does this mean that there is indeed a problem and it's a big problem?
He suddenly noticed the faces of the seniors, they were confused but not aware of it.
"...Forget it," he glanced at the people around him and grabbed Harry's hand, "Hurry back to the dormitory—no, I'll take you back to W Tower!"
I deeply realized that if I didn't talk to Harry properly, one day his ignorance and shocking words would bring him endless trouble.
"...But, I still have to send a letter." Harry said.
: "…………"
Is this the point now? !
The young master of the Malfoy family, who always considered himself wise and quick-witted, felt like breaking down for a moment.
