In the south of Britannia, there are farms near Steam City.
The young man who was chosen by Char to carry Grindelwald's fate was watching the handwriting gradually appear on the invitation in his hand.
[Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Merlin.
Dear Mr. Gayward: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Bring your own daily necessities, but you don’t have to bring anything. There is a store inside the school.
The school will provide a student loan to ensure that every student can complete the school's courses.
The semester is scheduled to start on March 1st. Please arrive at the Merlin Tavern in 332b, Nack Town before 4 pm on this day. Underage children can be escorted by their guardians.
Vice Chancellor: Yours sincerely, Tony Stark. 】
The names of Isabel and Alicia are quite sensitive in this era.
Although Xia Ya didn't care, they didn't want to be in the limelight, so they let Tony be the vice principal.
Nak Town is about twenty kilometers away from here. You can get there quickly by riding a horse, but walking is not impossible.
He was silent for a moment, silently took out a piece of paper from his body and placed it on the haystack.
It was a letter, a letter to his uncle.
This farm belonged to his uncle, and it was he who took in his homeless self.
However, his uncle always felt that the person who gave this thing to him was a liar, so he did not support his going.
He didn't want to get involved in these mysterious things anymore.
However, Gayward knew that this might be his only chance to seek justice for his parents.
In this era, if you want to get justice and dignity, you can only have power.
And the only place that can give me strength is this place.
Even if it was an illusory hope, Gayward wanted to see it
"Grandpa, there seems to be words on this card!"
In the valley of the Alps, Helen climbed down from her attic bedroom filled with straw and came to her grandfather's side with the gilded invitation card in hand.
The old man opened his eyes slightly, quickly picked up the glasses that had been repaired many times on the table on one side and put them on his eyes.
Then he took the invitation and read it carefully.
"Grandpa, what's on top?" Helen stood beside the old man and asked curiously with her eyes open.
"It's an admission notice." The old man said, "An admission notice from a magic school. Gather at a place called Merlin Tavern.
This place is about a hundred kilometers away from us, and we should be able to get there by horse-drawn carriage in one day. "
"Magic school!" Helen's round and big eyes shone like stars, "Does this mean I can go to learn magic?"
"I think it should be." The old man murmured softly.
He looked at Helen, "Do you want to go? Helen."
Helen was about to say that I wanted to go, but she paused for a moment before the words came to her mouth, and she asked.
"Grandpa, are you going?"
"This notice is for you, not me." The old man smiled.
Helen shook her head, "If grandpa doesn't go, I won't go either."
"But it may be a better choice for you." The old man said.
"I want to be with Grandpa." Helen said seriously.
The old man smiled softly and touched her head, but there was a trace of worry deep in his eyes.
He is too old to stay with this child for many years.
She has no parents, and if he fails, she doesn’t know what the child’s future will be.
As he just said, this may be one of the best choices for this child.
However, he also wanted to confirm whether this place was trustworthy.
He slowly stood up from his seat and said, "There's really nothing I can do about you. Let me go with you to take a look."
"Really?" Helen shouted excitedly, "We are going to learn magic!"
"Hurry! Get everything in the car!"
In Sleepy Valley, two carriages were parked at the entrance of the tavern.
Catherine called on the children to load some luggage into the carriage, and they were also preparing to go to the Merlin Tavern.
Char has set up entrances to Merlin Taverns in important cities around the world.
This also ensures that children from different countries around the world can gather in the same place.
"Hey, boss lady!"
A peasant woman carrying a hoe passed by the tavern and looked at the two carriages parked at the door and the children who were constantly loading things onto the carriages.
"Are you planning to move out?"
"Yes." Catherine nodded, "There is no business here anymore. If we continue to stay here, we can't afford to raise these children."
The woman nodded, "That's right."
But she couldn't help but said, "But where are you planning to move? It's so dangerous outside now.
I heard that Britannia's army captured West France, and I don't know if they will attack Britain. "
"We have found a safe place," Catherine said.
"That's it."
The woman shook her head and said no more.
But looking at her expression, it was obvious that she didn't think there was any safe place outside besides Sleepy Hollow.
At this time, there are robbers everywhere outside, and it is obviously unwise to carry so many things in large and small bags with the children.
But she was obviously not a talkative person, and left here slowly.
"Catherine, it's all moved."
A child's voice brought Catherine back to reality.
"Then let them all get on the bus, count the number of people, and don't fall behind."
At her greeting, the children all got on the carriage respectively. Harlon was the last to leave. He locked the tavern and drove the carriage behind.
Catherine turned her head and took one last look at the tavern she had been running for more than ten years.
Although the house is dilapidated, it also holds many memories.
She actually saw the expression on that woman's face just now.
To be honest, although she agreed very simply before, when she actually left now, she was still a little uneasy in her heart.
After all, Xia Ya left too little information at that time. She had no idea what kind of place that school was, or even what kind of person Xia Ya was.
It is obviously an extremely risky behavior to abandon everything and go just with such scarce information.
This was also the biggest gamble she had ever made in her life. A completely unknown future was placed in front of her.
She took a deep breath, slapped the horse with the reins, and then the horse slowly moved forward along the country road toward an unknown distance.
She had made her choice long ago, so there was no need to hesitate.
At least, she knew that if she didn't go, she would spend the rest of her life in doubt and regret.
With the rumble of the carriage's wheels, a brand new future is waiting for them ahead.
The woman who left obviously did not expect that after she and the female tavern owner were separated, they would become people in two different worlds.
Destiny is so wonderful, happiness and accident, you never know when the moment will come, and you never know who will meet you for the last time.
Sometimes, people who you think have no future may become successful in the next moment.
Of course, since the magic school is so big, it can't be just for a few people.
The goblins are also working hard to find suitable magic adaptors.
In Bergen, Norway.
Eleven-year-old Martin William is hunched over his study table, reading a history book.
On his desk were piles of books.
But this is not because he likes reading. Hope for his son to become a dragon basically happens in every era, no matter which country it is, it is actually the same.
"Is your name Martin William?"
A voice from one side attracted Martin's attention.
He turned his head and saw a dwarf standing by the window. He was wearing green clothes, a green hat, and a red beard.
Although he is only as tall as a three- or four-year-old child, he looks to be in his forties or fifties.
Martin opened his eyes slightly, he had never seen such a person before.
Martin, who didn't know what happened, nodded.
The goblin raised his hand, and a letter flew from the side and flew directly to Martin's hand.
"Congratulations, you have been admitted to Hogwarts. Please go to the school in time with your guardian according to the time above."
But soon, Martin turned his attention to the parchment envelope in his hand. He turned the envelope over and saw a piece of sealing wax, a shield crest, and the letter "H" on the back of the letter.
He opened it, took out the letter paper, spread it out and read it carefully. A word on it instantly attracted his attention.
Martin's pupils widened. He opened the letter, checked it several times, and then raised his head sharply.
"Magic school?"
The little goblin raised his hand, and under Martin's horrified eyes, all the books on both sides of the table floated up, and then slowly fell down.
Martin stood up excitedly and anxiously, turned around and ran towards the stairs.
"Mother!"
…
At night, the fire burned brightly in the fireplace, and the burning wood made a crackling sound.
Martin's father, Russell William, was sitting in an armchair by the fire, warming himself by the fire, with a blanket on his lap, a walnut pipe in his hand, and his eyes slightly squinted.
In his hand, he was holding the letter that Martin had received, while Martin stood beside him and looked at him expectantly.
After a while, Russell put down the letter. He let out a long sigh, glanced at Martin, bit his cigarette holder and puffed away.
"Martin, I thought you wouldn't fall for such a low-level prank."
"This is not a prank, it was sent by a little goblin!" Martin said unconvinced. He stretched out his hand and gestured to his knees, "He is only as high as my knees!"
Hearing this, Russell became even more helpless, "Child, you have to know that there are indeed some people in this world who will never grow taller.
In the past, many people used their height to deceive others. "
"I, I." Martin blushed, "And he also used magic to control all the books to float!"
"I can show you this kind of magic every day."
Russell mercilessly attacked the young man's young mind.
"Martin, I would rather you go to Eton College for secondary school and then go to Lampey College for university, rather than Hogwarts.
This name sounds unfair, and the principal's name is Merlin.
Do you know who Merlin is?
King Arthur's mentor and sage of ancient Britain.
This guy can't even come up with a reliable name to lie to people. "
"Dad!!" Martin was a little anxious and didn't know how to convince his father.
Seeing this, Russell sighed softly, "Well, if you must go, then I will take you there once. Anyway, this pub is in Bergen, so it is very close."
"Really?" Martin's eyes lit up.
"Of course, you know, I never go back on my word," Russell said.
"You're so kind, Dad!" Martin said happily.
He ran upstairs quickly, seemingly ready to pack up his gifts.
"Do you just agree to him?" Martin's mother walked over from the side wearing an apron.
"There is a saying in the ancient East: it is better to sparse than to block. If we don't let this child see with his own eyes that all this is fake, he will hate us in the future." Russell said.
"What if there's danger?" she said.
"Don't forget, I'm a policeman." Russell pointed to the firecracker placed on one side, "If he was really a gangster, he would have just blocked the road and robbed him, and wouldn't use such a troublesome way to swindle money.
Those who choose to deceive are generally those who are a little clever but not very courageous, so it is best to deal with them.
Since it was an admission notice, they must have deceived more than just our family.
We were there in public.
Expose the true colors of these liars. "
(End of chapter)
