[Soccer+HP] Mario and the Vanishing King

It's another Thursday.

If the Gotzes of Riverson Road had to pick their least favorite day of the week, Thursday would be their favorite without exception.

They—Mr. Gotze, Mrs. Mario, their only son—will tell you they have every reason to do so.

Mr. Gotze is a linguistics professor who teaches Latin at the university.Generally speaking, his classes are always popular with students, because he is not only humorous, but also can always express obscure grammar in a vivid way.Most importantly, although Professor Gotze's assignments are often difficult, in the end, the students always pass the exams and get grades.Mr. Gotze was in high spirits most of the time, with the obvious exception of Thursdays of the week.If Mr. Goetze had any disappointments at the school, it must be because of the recently hired English professor.The old-fashioned Englishman insisted that Mr. Gotze's teaching methods did not really enable students to master Latin, and he attacked it every Thursday in the department's meeting.

Mrs. Gotze's Thursdays also seem to be accompanied by unpleasantness.No discounts and half prices on Thursdays, no cute buy-one-get-one promotions, favorite TV shows are always off on Thursdays, even the milkman is off on this day, and most importantly, Thursdays are deadlines .This means that every Thursday, Mrs. Gotze needs to get up early in the morning and drive to a 7*24-hour supermarket five kilometers away to purchase, buy milk for two days by the way, and then return home to prepare for her husband and son. After breakfast sent them out, they spent the whole day tapping on the computer screen while thinking about how to deal with the editor's urging.

For Mario, the reason for hating Thursday is very simple.Or, the reasons to love and hate Thursdays are so obvious—the extracurricular activity on Thursdays is soccer.Mario Gotze is the youngest member of the school's football interest class. His age is as conspicuous as his skills, so he often has to face the dilemma that no one wants to play with him, and he is even forced to play by older players. Kids bully.

Of course, these are all parents do not know.Mario never wants to lose the opportunity to run on the football field, although compared with the joy brought by playing football, he has suffered more grievances.Moreover, every Thursday morning, there is an easily detectable low air pressure in the whole house. In this case, even the most unintelligent child will not choose to complain.

Clearly, nothing could be worse for the Gotzes than Thursday.

And there won't be a worse Thursday than today.Of course, they'd be very grateful if you'd be kind enough not to mention the rampaging owl.

This Thursday seems to carry a hint of the unusual from the morning.

Mrs. Gotze got up early in the morning, opened the garage door as usual, and found that the garage, which was usually cleaned on weekdays, was covered with bird feathers, even on the roof of the car.Mrs. Goetze didn't hate birds, on the contrary, she was always kind enough to leave a little bread crumbs in front of the house for the pigeons to feed them, but this did not mean that she would still be there on such a gloomy Thursday. I am in the mood to think about what happened to the owner of these feathers. Besides, these feathers do not belong to ordinary birds, at least not to those pigeons.

Mrs. Gotze had a lot of work to do right now, so she hurriedly cleaned the feathers from the car, got into the cab and started the car.As the car backed out of the driveway, she kept chanting the names of a long list of purchases and trying to get the feathers out of her head.

If Mrs. Gotze hadn't been in such a hurry, she would have found that her mood would be worse than it is now.Because she was always trying to keep everything in the house in order, and the sliding glass door from the garage to the room actually had a big hole that shouldn't be there.Now, the maker of the hole is becoming another reason for Mr Gotze to hate Thursday.

Mr. Gotze didn't have to get up so early, but after his wife left, he heard the sound of wings beating downstairs.Maybe pigeons flew in, Mr. Gotze thought.The wife always had good intentions for those pigeons, and she kept the leftover bread crumbs and put them in a small bowl to feed them. Perhaps one of them entered the house through a window or somewhere, and was trying to fly out.If it wasn't for Thursday, Mr. Gotze would have kindly broken some of the bread in the refrigerator to feed it. At this moment, the university professor who didn't sleep well all night just wanted to drive the pigeon away as soon as possible so that he could get some sleep again. 10 minutes.

So amidst the more and more violent beating, Mr. Gotze put on his pajamas and went down the stairs, only to find that the pigeon he expected was not in the room, but a—what was that?owl?

Has anyone ever said that owls are diurnal animals?And will they break into the home of an ordinary resident far away from the forest?

More importantly, what does it seem to be hanging from its legs?

"Dad, what happened?" Mario appeared with sleepy eyes, and was obviously awakened by the sound. However, after seeing the big bird, his deep sleepiness was instantly raised by an octave loud voice. Shouting away, "Oh my God! Dad! Is this... is this an owl?"

Mr. Gotze nodded with difficulty as he watched the owl rampage in the living room.

You can't blame your son for making such a fuss, Mr. Gotze thought to himself, after all, few people can see an owl in their living room so early in the morning.If he was an ornithologist, he would probably be able to find the reason for this crazy owl, but from the perspective of a linguist who is completely untrained in birds, especially raptors, Mr. Gotze just wants to pick up the phone immediately Call animal rights and tell them there's an owl in your home and ask for help.

Strangely, the owl seemed to know what he was thinking, and soon stopped fluttering and landed on the coffee table to be quiet.

The Gotzes soon noticed that there was a letter tied to the owl's leg.

When Mrs. Gotze drove back from shopping, she felt much better.I have bought everything on the list, and the milk is also in the basket. The price of some of these items is much cheaper than last week, and I didn't encounter a red light all the way back.More importantly, she found that her husband and son had already gotten up.

But the attentive Mrs. Gotze quickly discovered something unusual, because neither father nor son were in the dining room, but in the living room, the TV was not turned on, and the newspaper was still there.She went over to ask what was going on, but found that Mr. Gotze and Mario were sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at an owl standing on the coffee table.

Mrs. Gotze let out a scream.

Three pairs of eyes looked at her immediately, except for Gotze and his son, and the big owl.

Now Mrs. Goetze finally knew where the feathers in the garage came from.The big owl - Mrs. Gotze would not know what to call it otherwise, because it was indeed bigger than any owl ever seen in the book - looked very tired, with drooping feathers, And it looks very messy and sparse, indeed it looks like it has lost a lot, and it seems that the flying distance is very long.

However, her eyes were quickly attracted by something else.On the table lay an open letter, apparently read by both husband and son.The words on the envelope were written in emerald green ink that had never been seen before. Mrs. Gotze got curious and reached out to pick up the envelope, and found that the address on the envelope was written in unusual detail:

ayoke city

Montreal

19 Riverson Road

Second floor

The second room on the right hand side of the stairs

Mr Mario Gotze

The envelope was made of parchment, addressed in emerald green ink, without a stamp or any information about the sender.Mrs. Gotze turned the envelope over and found a wax seal on the back, and a coat of arms with a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

She picked up the letter at the side again, and found that it was still written in emerald green ink, but the handwriting was unusually neat, and even felt a little rigid.She took the letter and read it out:

Dear Mr. Gotze:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.

principal

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Mrs. Gotze put down the letter and looked at Mr. Gotze suspiciously, only to find that her husband was also looking at her suspiciously.Not only that, but Mario looked overwhelmed—they were all clearly baffled by the letter the owl had brought.

Who is the sender?Why do they know our address and write it down in such detail?Why is the letter delivered by an owl?Where is Hogwarts?

Countless questions exploded in her mind, and Mrs. Gotze felt that she couldn't figure it out for a while, so she had to read the letter again and subconsciously repeated the words in it.

"Waiting for your owl..." She looked up again, "What does this mean?"

Both Mr. Gotze and Mario shook their heads.

The owl at the side seemed to understand, it screamed and raised one of its legs.

The Gotze family looked at the owl at the same time, with the same shock on their faces.

Finding that his gesture was not understood, the owl hooted twice, flapped its wings a few times, and raised its legs again.

"Perhaps..." Mario said uncertainly, "maybe it means... we can make it carry the reply?"

The owl hooted again quickly, flapped its wings around Mario, and landed on his shoulder to rub his face.

"Look, it seems to say that I guessed it right!" Mario exclaimed happily.

Now, the looks on the Gotzes' faces were more than just shock.Because they never knew that their son could understand Niaoyu!

"Dear, dear..." Mr. Gotze even stuttered when he spoke.

Mrs. Gotze grabbed her son's shoulder directly: "Mario, did you understand the cry of this owl just now?"

Mario nodded ignorantly: "I think I understand, I don't know what's going on, but I think it really means that... It's like... It's like someone told me in my ear of……"

Mrs. Gotze let out a heavy breath and sat down in an armchair beside her.

Mr. Gotze looked at her, then at his son and the owl standing on his shoulder, and felt that everything today seemed to be joking with him.

Hell, it's Thursday!

He looked at his wife and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he was afraid of causing trouble to his wife, because she seemed to be bothered by something, and he seemed to never know about it.

Mr. Gotze's mouth opened and closed, and finally he swallowed and decided to speak out: "Honey, you don't really believe this... this Ho Ho school really exists? And magic? This sounds like something out of a fairy tale book from the last century...I mean, it's so out of the ordinary...I think this owl might have come from a circus, you know they're always capable To make animals understand people's speech..."

However, Mrs. Gotze was still deep in thought, and did not even respond to her husband's words.

"Honey?" Mr. Gotze called her again.

"I don't know..." Mrs. Gotze agreed, as if she didn't know what she was going to say.

But after a while, she seemed to think of something.She looked up at her husband with a rare serious expression: "Jurgen, my dear... I think our son may indeed be a wizard."

"One...one what?" Mr. Gotze stood up from the chair and almost tripped over the edge of the carpet. He had to grab his son's shoulders to maintain his balance.The disturbed owl uttered a rather dissatisfied cry, and flapped its wings to fly to a table farther away.

Mario's eyes widened in surprise: "Mom, you said I'm a..."

"Wizard, a wizard, Mario," Mrs. Gotze replied.

But she was worried again.She sat there wringing her hands, looking very disturbed, and did not speak for a long time.

About a century later, Mrs. Gotze looked up at her surprised husband, and said hesitantly: "My dear, there is something I have never told you... Oh, God, I have always been afraid of me After you say it, you will stay away from me..."

Mr. Gotze looked at her incredulously, but said nothing.

"My family... used to have a wizard." Mrs. Gotze finally said it.Then she ignored the expressions on their faces, just motioned them to wait a moment, turned around and went up to the second floor, leaving Gotze and his son looking at each other.

"Dad, did you know that Mommy is related to magic?" Mario asked in shock, getting a shake of his head from Dad in reply.

"My uncle gave it to me when I was a child." Soon, Mrs. Gotze came back with a small box.She opened the box and showed them several letters inside, one of which looked very similar to the one Mario had received, but the school of wizardry mentioned in the letter was not Hogwarts, but a school named Zab grid place.

"My uncle received this letter when he was a child and then left. It is said that when he came home on vacation, he always brought back some strange things like toads, and he was able to turn teacups into mice. When I was a child Only met Uncle a few times and he looked like everyone else...I mean, normal, everyone else in my family is normal, never got such a weird letter...In my memory, at the end I was only five or six years old when I saw my uncle. At that time, he gave me these letters and asked me to keep them safe. He told me that he was a wizard and asked me to abide by the promise of a child and help him keep the secret... ..." Mrs. Gotze finished speaking in one breath, stopped and looked at the father and son anxiously, "I didn't think of it until I saw this letter just now and discovered Mario's talent for communicating with owls... I think of Mario O probably inherited my uncle's talent..."

"So... Mario could really be some... witch... wizard?" Mr. Gotze asked in a low voice.

"I think so," replied Mrs. Gotze with a sigh.

"I'm a wizard?" Mario was still in shock, "I'm really a wizard? But I can't do magic! I look like everyone else..."

He stopped.

Is there really no difference?

Didn't anything strange happen around him?

He always had a way of keeping the big kids who were bullying him out of his reach, even though he doesn't know how he did it every time he looked back; he always had a way of making footballs stick to the He is as obedient as he is on his feet; he always has a way of making those who laugh at his thinness somehow unlucky...

He blinked and looked at his mother.

Mrs. Gotze nodded to him.

Then they looked at Mr. Gotze together.

"Okay, okay..." Mr. Gotze said resignedly, "So, are we going to write a letter now? Let this owl take it back?"

The owl hooted, flew back and stood on the coffee table again, pecked Mr. Gotze's fingers with its beak, and urged them by pulling the table with its claws.

Mr. Gotze looked around the house and finally found some blank papers in the briefcase.He took out his pens and wrote a reply on one of them:

Dear Principal:

We have received a letter agreeing that Mario should study in your school.We will send the children to the gathering place on time and purchase the school supplies listed on the list for them.Thank you for your letter and best wishes.

your faithful

Jurgen Gotze

"That's it?" Mr. Gotze asked uncertainly after finishing the letter, "No need to write the address?"

"Maybe the owl knows the address!" Mario continued. "We'll have to tie the letter around its leg."

As soon as the words fell, the owl immediately raised a leg, motioning for them to tie the letter on it.So the three of them worked together—Mrs. Gotze folded the letter smaller to facilitate binding—and finally managed to make the letter firmly tied to the owl's leg without falling off easily.

When this was done, the owl honked once, circled them twice, and disappeared through the open window.

They stood there watching for a moment, as if convinced that what had just happened was not a dream.Fortunately, the letter was still on the coffee table, reminding them that what happened before them was reality.

Mr. Gotze picked up the list of items attached to the letter, read it from top to bottom, and read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

[uniform]

First-year students need:

1. Three sets of plain work gowns (black)

2. A plain peaked hat for daytime wear (black)

3. A pair of protective gloves (made of dragon leather or similar material)

4. A winter cloak (black with silver buttons)

*Please Note: All student attire must have a name tag

[textbook]

All students are required to prepare the following books:

Standard Spells, Elementary, by Miranda Goshak

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

The Theory of Magic, by Adebe Waughlin

The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, by Emery Switch

A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms by Phyllida Spoor

"Magic Potions and Potions" by Arseny Giger

Monsters and Where They Come From, by Newt Scamman

Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense by Quentin Trimble

[other equipment]

a wand

2 large pot (pewter, standard size [-])

A set of glass or crystal vials

a telescope

a brass balance

*Students may bring an owl or a cat or a toad

*Parents are hereby reminded that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own broomsticks

He raised his head and looked at his wife and son suspiciously: "Did they say where they can buy these things?"

They all shook their heads in answer.

The author has something to say: Opening a new hole, the first release is on Lehu~ After the update there, it will be posted here one after another.

I have wanted to write the story of HPAU for a long time, and this time it can be regarded as a fulfillment of my thoughts!Although the writing process needs to constantly read the original work and check the information, it is very fun to write, because I really like the stories of the Harry Potter series!

Since the younger brother, Luo Luo, Er Le and others in this article are all children around 11 years old, so there will not be much CP-oriented content in the article, and I always feel that I can’t do anything to such a young child>///

However, there will be various CPs in the extra episodes (there are four extra episodes in this article), everyone is welcome to eat www

That's all I can think of for the time being, I hope you all enjoy this story!bow!