trainer at hogwarts

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class of the Order of Merlin, Grand Wizard, and Chief Warlock of Wesengamot

Dear Mr. Morris Hill:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed 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.

Vice principal female

Minerva McGonagall

sincerely

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

uniform

First-year students need:

1. Three sets of plain work robes in black

2. A plain black peaked hat worn during the day

3. A pair of protective gloves made of fire dragon leather or similar materials

4. A winter cloak black with silver buckle

"Maurice, is this true?" Clarissa screamed.

Field looked at Morris hard: "Son, you are a wizard"

"Obviously." Morris sighed, "And there should be a professor at the door now."

Field and Clarissa looked at each other and rushed towards the door together.

"Mr. Hill, Mrs. Hill, hello. I am Minerva McGonagall, a professor at Hogwarts." Minerva McGonagall stood at the door.

The couple looked at Mag, then at their son who was following silently behind them, and took a breath.

"Oh, can I come in please? I need to tell you something about the school." Professor McGonagall was very calm.

"Of course, of course, please come in." Field welcomed hurriedly.

"Mr. Morris Hill knew I was outside the door" Professor McGonagall was surprised.

Just some simple use of waveguide capabilities. Morris smiled: "I guessed it. Fortunately, I guessed it right."

"You are very smart." Professor McGonagall praised, "Mr. Hill, are there any strange things happening around you?"

Maurice wondered if the elf counted.

"Strange thing" Clarissa frowned, "I remember that when Maurice was seven years old, he suddenly fainted and lay in the hospital for three months before he recovered, but the doctor found nothing."

"Yes, yes. Later, when I was eight years old, I fainted again and lay in bed for two months." Field added.

"and also"

Professor McGonagall's brows twisted into knots.

"Can you tell me more about the matter?"

"certainly"

Morris looked at the three people silently.

This is just the sequelae of summoning elves. Superpowers, oh no, now it should be said that magic power, if they are all used up or even overused, there will always be some bad results.

To be honest, Morris could totally accept being in the hospital for three months.

Isn't it just to summon the frozen bird? It's worth it.

"Professor McGonagall, thank you so much. I don't even know how to thank you." Clarissa held Professor McGonagall's hand.

"Oh, there is no need for this. This is what I should do, Mrs. Hill. After school starts, I will arrange for Mr. Hill to go to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup." Professor McGonagall said, "Mr. Hill, if there is anything wrong If you feel comfortable, please contact us via owl in time.”

"Thank you, Professor." Morris thanked him politely.

"That's it. If Mr. Hill has no questions, please reply to us by owl as soon as possible. I have another family to go to, so I'll take my leave first." Professor McGonagall saluted and left with a bang.

Field and Clarissa were left staring.

“What amazing magic”

"yes"

"Maurice, let's go shopping in Diagon Alley today."

"Ok."

"Why are you not active at all? This is magic."

"Mom, do you want to go to China and live for a few years?"

Clarissa:

After spending two days adjusting his mood, Morris also figured out that let nature take its course, maybe there would be hope of returning in the future.

After picking up your mood, you have to consider the current issues. It is now 1989, and there are still two years before Harry Potter enters school. That means there are still two years until Voldemort emerges. That's six years before Voldemort is resurrected. It's as if Dumbledore is dead.

To put it simply, it only takes two years to live a good life.

In the past few years, Harry Potter was pretty peaceful before the Goblet of Fire. After the Goblet of Fire came out, the semester was over. I was in sixth grade at that time, and I was in my final year of Order of the Phoenix. It seemed that year was pretty disgusting, so I decided to sneak away first. Respect.

With his own superpowers and elves, Maurice is not very afraid of Voldemort, he is afraid of capsizing in the gutter.

The one who fights till the end is the champion

As expected, only the motherland can give us a little warmth in this world.

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"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fielder looked confused.

Maurice looked at the sky, he couldn't beat the prophet.

Forget it, satisfy your parents’ yearning for wizards and reluctantly go visit the legendary Hogwarts on their behalf.

With the mentality of visiting the Holy Land, Morris checked in to the Leaky Cauldron, The Wall, Diagon Alley, Gringotts, Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, and Madame Malkin's Robe Shop before arriving at the most important attraction.

Ollivander: Made fine wands since 382 BC.

Morris subconsciously wanted to take out his phone and take a photo. This was so memorable.

A family of three walked into the store. The space inside was not large. Various long paper boxes were scattered everywhere, and furniture was placed randomly on the ground.

"good afternoon."

A ladder suddenly slipped in front of them, startling all three of them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander." Morris greeted him rarely.

Ollivander took a closer look and said, "Mr. Maurice Hill is the new student entering Hogwarts this year. Well, are you more comfortable with your left hand or your right hand?"

"Right hand."

A tape measure flew over from the side and measured it quickly.

"Here, try this one, walnut, dragon's nerve, ten point five inches."

Morris took it. The moment he took it, he felt that he didn't like the wand very much.

There was a crackle, and the glass of the nearby display window shattered.

"Oh, it seems it's not suitable for you." Ollivander took it away directly.

after an hour

"Little guy, remember, the wand chooses the wizard." Ollivander stood up from the pile of boxes with a muttered voice, "Picky guest, I think this is yours."

Morris took it expressionlessly.

A wisp of silver wind blew past him, and various magic circles appeared for a moment and then quickly disappeared. At that moment, Morris seemed to see