Snakes at Hogwarts

Owls have always been good helpers and companions for wizards.

Unlike pigs, these nocturnal little guys have an extraordinary affinity for magic. With a little training, they can deliver letters to any corner of the world.

What’s even more amazing is that owls are born with a very magical sense of direction. Even if the letter does not have an address written on it, they can still deliver the letter to the recipient.

After training, owls can simply understand what the wizard says, and the best ones can even communicate with the wizard to some extent.

As far as I know, there has never been a case where an owl could not find its recipient, unless the latter used a repelling charm, a disguise charm, or a shielding charm to prevent the owl from finding it.

Sylvanus Kettleburn's Neglected Owl

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"Don't eat that, you can't eat that."

"Hiss, you're talking nonsense, I can already smell its fragrance."

"Don't eat it, I've poisoned you"

"Fart, that's how I was deceived by you last time."

"Gan leave some for me"

"Next time, I'll eat it a little bit next time. I've finished eating."

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Seeing the giant python walking away after eating and drinking, Andros angrily threw the firewood out of his hand.

He had just put the caught hare on the barbecue grill, and when he was about to add some firewood, he was picked up by this damn giant python.

More than 20 days have passed since they first met. During this time, one person and one snake more or less established an initial friendship.

And this kind of quarrels over food issues or daily laughter and play can also be regarded as signs of their friendship.

Andros even gave the python a name, Ivar.

A Viking leader who was active in the ninth century once led an army to invade England. Aunt Nancy mentioned this name when she told them a story.

After that day, as if relying on Andros, Ivar always came here to eat and drink from time to time.Overall, they got along pretty well, although there would be hiccups like today's from time to time.

But snakes are very shrewd, and from time to time, Ivar would bring a few hares with broken bones in return.

It seems that it has decided to temporarily settle down in this forest, and this decision has made life even more difficult for the already uncomfortable hare group in the forest.

Judging from the dried feces and vague footprints, they seem to have moved away from this area. It's all because of this damn giant python.

He glanced angrily at Ivar, who was looking this way in the woods not far away with a sly look, and Andros waved his hand gently.

The firewood scattered on the ground floated into the air driven by a mysterious force called magic, and then he piled it in the corner of the room with a wave of his fingers.

Counting the days, I should be receiving the Hogwarts admission notice soon.

After realizing that this was an unscientific but magical world, Andros began to force himself more consciously to become familiar with the magic in his body.

There is no way, who told me that it was not good when I traveled through time?

If he wants to survive the increasingly dangerous plots that follow year after year, he needs to practice his magic power from now on.

For this reason, he would only return to the orphanage when he was eating. At other times, Andros would hide in his secret lair and practice magic secretly.

Although there are no magic wands and supporting magic textbooks yet, Andros can still control the magic in his body and make them act according to his own will to a certain extent.

Let the barbed wire bend, let the firewood ignite spontaneously, or let Ivar float, and then throw it into the stream outside the hut.

This is not considered wandless spellcasting, it is just an exercise to improve one's control over magic power.

It would be nice if there was a magic wand and a spell book. After putting everything in the house in order again, Andros thought with regret.

For safety reasons, he did not choose to enter Diagon Alley in advance. Instead, he planned to wait until the admission notice arrived and then go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies accompanied by his professor.

As a wizard born in the Muggle world, there is really no reason to know the entrance to the magical world in advance.

"ssssssssssssssssssssssss out~"

"How dare you come back?"

"Isn't it just a rabbit? Why are you so angry?"

"Isn't it just a rabbit? Do you know that this is the only animal we have caught in the past three days? Your arrival has made those creatures stay away from this area." Andros replied angrily.

"Thanks for the reminder. That way I have no reason to miss this rabbit."

"Asshole, I should really throw you in the sewer. Wait a minute, what is that in your mouth?"

"An owl, I just found it standing on the treetop, staring at you motionless, so I grabbed it and gave you a meal. How about it, it's interesting."

"That's about the same, you have a little conscience."

"Wait a minute, what did you just say about an owl?"

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"Hiss! Why are you so excited? Isn't it still alive?"

"You call this living"

Looking at the owl that was still twitching on the ground and the brown feathers scattered around, Andros's good mood just disappeared.

Especially when he saw something in the owl's mouth, he just wanted to pull out the giant python next to him and cut it into slices before putting it on the grill.

Snake meat, it should be delicious if done this way

"Of course, hiss, I guarantee it will still be alive when it comes out of my mouth." Beside him, Ivar continued to tease Andros' fragile nerves with words.

"Did I tell you not to hunt owls?" Andros glared at the giant python next to him, he was really angry.

Even though he clearly warned me, he still didn't listen.

As early as he realized that this was the world of Harry Potter, he had been telling the python not to prey on owls, just because he was afraid that something like this would happen.

It would be such an injustice if you did not enroll in Hogwarts on time because the owl was eaten as food.

Therefore, sometimes the development of things is so magical. The more you don't want it to happen, it will happen to you.

When he saw the torn letter at the owl's ankle, Andros was shaking with anger.

"Hiss, so I didn't hurt it. If you don't believe it, see for yourself. It was just suffocated by me." Ivar blinked slyly. It was just joking with this not-so-smart two-legged beast. .

Otherwise, with the python's hunting habits, it would be easy to crush the owl's bones.

"Just go up and stay here."

After realizing that he had been teased by the python, Andros felt that his blood pressure was rising exponentially. He waved Ivar away, then squatted down and gently fiddled with the owl on the ground with a branch.

To be honest, he actually didn't care that much about the life and death of this owl, as long as he could still fly back alive.

Because he still needs to send a reply letter to the school.

That's the most important thing.

What he didn't know was that his worries were unnecessary. For those families who did not reply, Hogwarts would continue to use owls to post letters and send professors to visit them.

Andros carefully examined the poor owl. It was indeed as Ivar said. There were no obvious traumas on its body. It just fainted temporarily due to lack of oxygen. However, after Andros pushed aside the After Feather saw clearly the letter tied to his leg, his blood pressure, which had gradually calmed down, soared again.

"Come on, tell me what's going on." Andros's voice sounded slightly trembling as he picked up a letter that was torn to pieces and even mixed with a large amount of wet saliva.

"Ah, you said this."

Sensing that something was not right in the atmosphere, Ivar slowly retreated towards the edge of the forest while talking to Andros.

"When I brought it over, it struggled so hard. Besides, how did I know there was something on its leg? You didn't tell me. Hiss, let me go take a look at the trap we laid yesterday. I go first."

After saying that, it went into the woods without looking back and soon disappeared.

Sooner or later, I'll be pissed off by it.

Picking up the owl and using magic to pick up the torn pieces of letter paper on the ground, Andros returned to his hut very depressed.

On a broken table with only three legs, he worked hard to piece the letter back into its original form.

This may be the worst Hogwarts admission letter ever. Looking at the mysteriously missing lower half of the letter, Andros could only think in amusement.

London

In the forest behind Feng's Orphanage,

cabin in the woods,

Mr. Andros Lobach received.

Fortunately, the recipient's address written in green ink on the pale yellow envelope can still be read clearly.

"I don't know how they found this place. It's so magical." After muttering softly, Andros put his eyes on the broken letter paper.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

Headmaster: Albus is gone from behind

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You have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the September term...

Please search Ivar’s belly for the following content.

In addition, Andros also pieced together a fragmented list of things he presumably needed to buy before going to school.

It's all that damn snake's fault

Forget it, let’s write a reply first.

Andros took out a few pieces of letter paper from the side, and took out a broken pen from the backpack next to him. The mother-in-law of the orphanage is indeed a good person. She provides care for these homeless children in the orphanage. They taught them voluntarily and taught them how to read and write.

For these orphans, knowledge is their only way to change their future.

I'm excited to go to Hogwarts, but I don't know where to go to purchase the things on the list. If possible, can a wizard be sent to help me?

The address where I live is...

In addition, the owl that delivered the message seemed to have encountered an accident. It fainted outside my cabin, and even the letter tied to its leg was torn and mutilated.

Yours sincerely, Andros Lobach.

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After finishing it, Andros packed the letter and tied it to the leg of the unconscious owl.

Next, I just need to wait for the owl to wake up and send the letter away, and then wait quietly for the professor to come to the door.

Which professor is coming?

Hopefully it won't be that old bat spirit with a stinky face all the time.

By the way, there's one more thing. He casually took a glass mirror with a corner missing, and Andros quietly stared at himself in the mirror.

It was a thin little boy, wearing shabby but neat and well-fitting clothes. His face was calm, and he did not seem to be overly excited about entering the magical world. Under his wild black hair, a pair of yellow Eyes sparkling.

Putting aside his eyes that are different from ordinary people, he actually looks pretty good. Although he is only 11 years old, his facial features are gradually opening, and it is possible to grow into a handsome boy in the future.

However, these eyes are too special. Staring straight at himself in the mirror, staring at the black vertical pupils in the two eyes, Andros thought helplessly. He had a vague premonition that he Being able to talk to snakes is probably due to these eyes.

You still need to find a way to cover your eyes. Being too special is not a good thing after all.

what can we do about it

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Evening, Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle,

The principal's office is located on the eighth floor of the castle.

This is a spacious, bright circular room. Opposite a large principal's desk, a tall, serious-looking witch is sitting there quietly. She must be quite old, with a lot of tiredness on her face. wrinkles and deeply sunken eye sockets.

She wore a pair of square glasses with some fancy-looking amber patterns on the temples. It could be seen that the witch seemed a little confused. She blinked a pair of green eyes and stared quietly at the other side of the desk.

"Albus, what's the reason for calling me here so late?" the witch asked, her voice sounding as serious as herself.

On the other side of the desk, behind the golden principal's chair sat a tall and thin old man. He looked very old. His silver-white hair and beard were long enough to be stuffed into his belt. He was wearing a silver suit. Gray robes, or maybe pajamas, these strange attires of wizards are really confusing.

The old wizard wore a pair of half-moon glasses, but this could not hide the sparkle in his eyes.

Those were a pair of sea-blue eyes that could fill the souls of many people. They seemed to have the magic power to see through people's hearts, but they were cleverly hidden by the glasses they wore and the kindness and mischief that frequently showed in their eyes.

"Some trivial things, I hope they didn't disturb your rest, Minerva." The old wizard's voice sounded like a warm spring breeze, making people feel no resistance at all.

"You know, I usually don't go to bed so early. I need to prepare lesson plans for the new semester."

"Yes, yes, you are always so diligent, Minerva. Now is the holiday, and we need to relax in order to provide good teaching to the students in the new semester. Why not study Filius Well, I heard that he went to Majorca for vacation."

A trace of yearning flashed in the old wizard's eyes. He also hadn't taken a proper vacation for a long time.

"If there is a chance, I will consider it. Do you have anything else to ask me about?"

"I believe you may have also heard that tonight, a little guy who went out to deliver letters flew back and was seriously injured."

"An owl that delivers letters to new students was attacked. Yes, I heard Madam Pomfrey talk about this." The witch pursed her lips.

"Professor Kettleburn is not here, so I have to ask Hagrid to take care of the injured little guy. Apart from Kettleburn, Hagrid is the only one in the castle who knows these animals best. From the current point of view, he is doing a good job. The little guy's mood has stabilized."

"But, generally speaking, there will be no problems with the owl messengers where wizards train. I mean, they can always be very vigilant to avoid all kinds of dangers, unless they are used by some dark wizards with evil methods. Spell.”

"This is the interesting part, Minerva. I didn't feel any residual magic in the little guy. According to Hagrid's feedback, the little guy only had some strangulation injuries. He was too frightened. This is the conclusion given by Hagrid. .”

"That's weird."

"Look at this letter again." As he spoke, the old wizard picked up a letter from his desk and handed it to the witch opposite.

"What's the problem? These words just look like they were written by a precocious little boy."

"Yes, an interesting little guy. He is the recipient of the injured owl's message. If possible, can you take him to buy school supplies for school?"

"Of course there is no problem. This is what Hogwarts employees need to do."

The two briefly chatted for a few more words, and after saying good night to each other, the witch got up and left the principal's office.

"what do you think"

After the witch left, the old wizard asked the surrounding walls. It seemed that he was asking about the portraits hanging on the walls.

Something magical happened. After the witch left, the motionless portraits came to life. They were chattering and chattering, making the principal's room full of people.

"You know, Albus, I've only seen bruises like that when pythons hunt. They crush the bones of their prey before swallowing them whole." On the right wall, A male wizard with a goatee spoke.

"That's why I said, that's an interesting little guy, Phineas."