Soaring at Hogwarts

End of Paley Road, Guildford, Surrey, UK.

Here lived the Heseltine family.

The summer vacation has passed halfway, and the girl in this family is preparing to enter middle school.

This morning, the family was eating breakfast and discussing about their children's schooling.

This matter has been discussed since the beginning of the holiday, with no result.

"How about St. Catherine's School?" Cloris suggested. "It's close to home. Sammy can go to day school."

Chloris Heseltine (Chloris Heseltine) is the hostess of this family. She has long golden hair that is close to flaxen color, amber eyes, and a slender figure.She teaches in the Sociology Department of the Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences at the University of Surrey and is very popular with students.

"It's too close to home." Daughter Samantha sighed as she poked at the roasted tomatoes.

"Oh, isn't it good news to be close to home?" Haydn said amusedly. "Looks like my little Sammy can't wait to grow up."

Sammie is the nickname of Samantha, the eldest daughter of the Heseltine family.

Samantha inherited her mother's blond hair, but unlike the darker flaxen color, her blond hair was light, almost white, with a light color in the sun.The iris is blue inherited from the father.

Hayden Heseltine, with black hair and blue eyes, and a tall and strong physique makes him look reliable, but those familiar with him know that he is a jumpy guy.

But he was intellectually "sound" and knowledgeable enough to work as a consultant for a number of aerospace companies - and of course, he had several relatives who held high-level government positions, which no doubt helped him somewhat.

Cloris changed to another school: "What about St. Mary's School in Berkshire?"

"Absolutely not." Haydn objected firmly.

"Why?" Cloris was a little annoyed, "What's the reason?"

"It's too close to Eton College," Haydn said with a serious face, "Samantha, remember, when you see those cubs in Westminster, Eton, and St. Paul's, you must be careful, those male creatures None of them are good."

"I remember you were also from Eton, right, Dad?"

Haydn shrugged and said, "How else would I know what kind of bad guys those guys are."

Meanwhile, the last member of the family arrives belatedly.

The skinny little boy was shuffling slowly down the stairs.

Alan, who traveled to this world, is now named "Ian", which means "gift from God."

Although Cloris always said that his hair was blond when he was a child, it is now black like Haydn.The eyes are different from everyone in the family, they are emerald green, and the eye sockets are not that deep.

Cloris said he looked a bit like Gregory Peck, while Haydn said Young Ian was less sophisticated and felt more like Laurence Olivier.

"Oh, our cute little sleepyhead is finally up," Haydn said happily, "so it's up to you to get the letter today."

"Of course." Ian yawned.

No one wanted to pick up the letters or newspapers, so it was decided that the person who got up last each day should take on the task - usually Ian.

Samantha asked: "Why do you say those people are not good people?"

As soon as Haydn opened his mouth, Cloris interrupted: "You will know later, my dear."

Then he glared at Haydn.

Samantha thought for a while and asked, "Where will Ian study in the future?"

"Eton College." Haydn said matter-of-factly.

Samantha couldn't help laughing: "Then how should Ian deal with those bad people? Aren't you afraid that he will be bullied?"

"Ian is so smart, he definitely won't." Haydn took a bite of the fried egg.

At this time, Ian took the letter and walked back. He looked down at the letter and walked slowly.

"No," Haydn put down his knife and fork, "Ian is too smart, he might be isolated."

"Then what should I do, Dad?"

"I think you shouldn't be afraid of being isolated, but remember," Haydn made a punching motion, "when those guys humiliate you, give them a hard slap on that little thing."

Cloris knocked on the table with her hand dissatisfied: "Haydn!"

Haydn blinked: "I'm serious, Cloris. There was a guy who ran into my bed in the middle of the night. If I hadn't given him a break, I probably wouldn't have been able to marry you."

Samantha burst out laughing. She cut off the sausage on the plate and said, "I can also give them a hard one. You don't have to worry about me."

"Indeed, I think it's the boys who should be worried," Cloris said. "Just remember to control your powers, okay honey?"

Samantha muttered, "I've got it under control."

Ian walked to the dining table and sat down at his seat.

Haydn looked at him: "Ian, where is my newspaper?"

"Oh, I forgot to take it."

"Huh? Son," Hayden looked at him worriedly, "Do I need to take you to get glasses?"

"No," Ian shook his head and put a letter on the dining table, "I was just, a little surprised - so I forgot to take it. I think you have to read this letter carefully, so that you won't miss you after reading it. newspaper and where Sammy went to school.”

There was no stamp on the heavy parchment envelope, but it was written in emerald green ink:

Surrey

Guildford District

79 Perry Road

restaurant

Mr. Haydn Heseltine

"Hmm?" Haydn raised his eyebrows and turned to the back. There was a wax seal with the letter "H" printed on it, and a shield medallion. There was also a capital "H" letter in the center of the medallion, surrounded by a lion, A snake, a badger and an eagle.

"You know this letter?"

Ian lowered his head and picked up the fried egg: "The letter from Hogwarts."

"For what?" Haydn opened the letter.

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

The table fell silent for a moment, except for the clinking of knives and forks and plates.

Ian's thoughts were racing, it had been nine years since he came into this world.

He vaguely remembered what he had done in his previous life, and was then thrown into reincarnation.

Accompanying him to this world was a thread-bound book - in his mind, it could appear in his consciousness whenever he thought about it.

From time to time, some knowledge about spiritual practice will appear on it, as if someone has excerpted it from various places.Therefore, Ian called it the "Notebook of Cultivation to Immortality".

He remembered that this notebook was given to him by a white crane, but due to reincarnation, many memories were blurred.

Every night he communicates with his subconscious, trying to deepen his connection with his subconscious and dig out memories of past lives. At the same time, he practices silently with the help of his notebook.

When he saw the letter, it was like a reward after unlocking the map, part of the dusty memory was activated, and Ian immediately knew that he had arrived in the magical world of Harry Potter.

The world written by Rowling was one that I was fascinated by in my previous life.

"Harry Potter... he seems to be in Surrey too?" Ian thought absently.

Haydn read the letter at a glance, then raised his head and looked at Cloris.

"The letter said..." Haydn considered the words, "Sammy's special power is, um, 'magical talent'. A magic school called 'Hogwarts' invited Sammy to study."

Samantha raised her head and looked at Haydn with bright eyes: "Magic?"

"Yes, child." Haydn handed the letter to Cloris, and Cloris read it quickly.

"'Please arrange a suitable time and we will send one of the faculty members to come and explain all this to you,'" Cloris read from the letter. "Is this true - I mean, is it possible? Is it a prank? Ian?”

"it is true."

"That's right," Haydn shrugged, "We should have thought of it a long time ago."

"So when can we make an appointment?" Cloris frowned.

"Tomorrow!" Samantha suggested.

"Aren't you too anxious about tomorrow?" Haydn flipped through the calendar and said, "How about about two days later?"

Cloris nodded: "Let's choose a few more days. I think we are not the only ones they want to go to. This will make it easier for them to choose."

Haydn chose a set of envelopes that looked the most formal and quickly wrote a text message, listing the days on the 12th, 13th, NO.[-], and NO.[-].

After finishing writing the letter, Haydn was in trouble.

"How should I send it?"

The family looked at Ian.

"Oh, this," Ian put down his knife and fork and took out a napkin to wipe his mouth, "I think the post office will be fine."

"Really?" Haydn hesitated and joked, "Why not an owl or an elf?"

"Because we don't have owls and elves."

In the end, Haydn accepted Ian's suggestion, stuffed the letter into the street mailbox, and at the same time affixed a large stamp on his own initiative.

"Hopefully it's not international mail," Hayden said with a smile.

The next day, Samantha rushed to the door as soon as she got up, and her screams woke Ian from his sleep.

"Mom, Dad! They will come the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, honey, but I think even a magician needs to brush his teeth and wash his face." Cloris pulled Samantha back into the house.