[Soccer+HP] Mario and the Vanishing King

Both Mr. and Mrs. Gotze swore they had no idea what a sliding garage door was.

Just the day before, the sliding glass door to the garage hallway had been knocked wide open by a rampaging owl, leaving shattered glass everywhere.And if broken glass wasn't bad enough, there's a garage full of feathers.It was a disaster for Mrs. Gotze, and even the news that her son was a wizard didn't lessen the shock of seeing it all.

Mrs. Gotze couldn't remember how she managed it.

Generally speaking, this kind of coping always takes a lot of time and energy, which means that she has to give up the manuscript due this week for the sake of tidying the room.In fact, Mrs. Gotze not only submitted the manuscript on time, but even had time to complain to him about the unreasonable Thursday leave system on Friday morning when the milkman resumed work.

Mrs. Gotze did spend a lot of time trying to restore everything to be in order, but as the house repairman wrote in the report later-the house couldn't be better, and there was nothing to repair, including the alleged Sliding glass doors that once shattered.

Mr. and Mrs. Gotze were at a loss.

They swore that the door was still broken and the glass was broken just a second before they called the maintenance personnel. For safety reasons, Mr. Gotze insisted on not letting his wife clean up the broken glass, so as not to She scratched her hand—but when the maintenance crew arrived, the door was as new as when it was first installed, and there was not a trace of glass shards on the floor.

The maintenance crew felt duped, and no matter what Mr. Gotze explained, they would not believe that a door would fix itself in a few minutes unless it wasn't broken at all.

Mr. Gotze had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky. Not only did he pay the original price for the door-to-door maintenance, but he also had to pay some extra tips to stop their chattering complaints.

And Mario didn't know what happened at home at this time.

It was an ordinary Friday, and it belonged to what might be the longest summer vacation of his life.

Mario has just completed his basic education, graduating from primary school.If he is the same as other people of the same age, then he will go to a junior high school to continue his studies, then enter a senior high school, and then work hard towards the university where his father is.Now, he can comfortably eat an ice cream and hang out in the park without worrying about which junior high school he will be sent to, or the rejection of other children.

Because he was already different.

Just yesterday, Mario received an admission letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, saying that he was allowed to attend this school.Not only that, but his mother suddenly told him that he might be a wizard!

It all sounded so unreal.

I must be dreaming!That's what Mario kept telling himself this morning, before opening his eyes.He loved this dream so much.If I can make this dream come true, I am willing to give anything, he thought.

So he didn't want to wake up.Even though he heard that his mother had already started preparing breakfast downstairs and that his father went to the bathroom with his slippers on, he still refused to open his eyes and wanted to stay in this dream for another 5 minutes.In the end, it was Mrs. Gotze who knocked on the door for 2 minutes before successfully pulling him out of sleepiness.

"Okay mom, I'll get up now." He muttered, yawned and slowly got out of bed.When he finally got dressed, his eyes were drawn to the open letter on the table.The letter was made of thick kraft paper, and the ink on the letter was emerald green. He had read it over and over before going to bed last night, and finally solemnly spread it out on the table. Favorite storybook is suppressed.

Mario picked up the letter again, looked repeatedly at the words "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" written in green ink, and felt that his heart was filled with sudden joy and happiness.He quickly dressed, took the letter and rushed downstairs, dragged his mother and asked at least ten times, "Am I really a wizard?" "Can I really go to a magic school?" Sitting on the chair in the dining room, he began to read the content on it over and over again.

In the end Mrs. Gotze got so annoyed that she took the letter away while he stopped to eat.Mr. Gotze suggested to his son without losing the opportunity that such good weather should not be wasted, but that he should go to the park to relax or have a good time playing a football game.

So now, Mario is sitting on a swing with a large ice cream in his hand, watching a group of children playing football in the distance comfortably, and seriously thinking about whether to try it later to see if they will let him join in.

"Are you Mario Gotze?"

He heard a voice asking him this.

Mario raised his head and found a boy standing in front of him at some point, looking at him with his head tilted.The boy was tall and thin, with blond hair, and looked about his age.

"Are you Mario Gotze?" the boy asked again.

Mario nodded and asked curiously: "How do you know my name?"

The boy grinned, the corners of his mouth slightly crooked. "Of course I know you," he said enthusiastically, holding out a hand. "My name is Marco Royce, and you can call me Marco."

"Hello, Marco. You can also call me Mario." Mario extended his hand and shook him friendly.

"So you're going to Hogwarts too?" Marco asked.

"You too?" Mario asked in surprise.

Marco nodded, seemingly not surprised by the fact that he went to the magic school. "I thought I was going to Zuberg," he said. "My dad graduated from there. Mom went to school in Sweden, but she wouldn't tell me the name of the school, no matter how much I asked." Said, I guess it must be kept secret from outsiders. But I don't understand, we are not Muggles, so there is nothing we can't say."

"Muggle?"

"It means people who don't know magic, like your parents." Marco explained.

Mario's eyes widened: "So your family...are...all..."

"wizard?"

Mario nodded.

"Oh, that's what you mean." Marco shrugged, "I think so. I once heard my mother mention a distant relative, who seemed to be in Italy, working as a lawyer or something, but we rarely talked about him. .”

"My mother said her uncle was a wizard too," said Mario.

"Then you probably have wizarding blood from him," said Marko. "I heard from my dad that wizards are rare—compared to the number of Muggles, of course. Dad said the old It is forbidden for wizards to marry Muggles, but the number of wizards is getting smaller and smaller, and they are about to become extinct, so more and more wizards choose to marry Muggles, so that their offspring may be wizards or Muggles But my dad always thought that there was nothing strange about a wizard in a Muggle family, and you can always find relatives with wizard blood in the past few generations, because wizard blood will not disappear easily."

"Your father knows so much!" Mario said with admiration.

Marco looked a little embarrassed, he scratched his hair, and quickly said: "It's nothing, after all, Dad works in the Ministry, you know... The German Ministry of Magic actually doesn't value blood as much as the British do..."

"And the Ministry of Magic?" Mario thought he was a little idiotic for being surprised by everything he heard, but he really didn't know how else to respond to what he heard other than surprise.

"Of course there are, and there are many departments!" Marco became excited, "For example, my father is responsible for maintaining order in the entire block, ensuring that we who live among Muggles will not be discovered, and always pay attention to whether there are wizards or not. The birth of a child is a bit like the police in Muggle society. Dad is in charge of Leeds Road, which is the next block from yours, where we live. There are also departments that specialize in Muggle liaison, such as Muggle A wizard kid from the Melon family is going to a magic school or something... just like you!"

"By the way, which contact person contacted you when you received the notice?" Marco asked suddenly.

"A liaison officer?" Mario was confused, "I found an owl in the living room at home, and there was a letter for me tied to the owl's leg..."

"Wait a minute! No one is with the owl?" Marko opened his mouth in surprise.

Mario shook his head.

"Then how did you send the reply?"

"It's an owl," Mario replied. "The owl told me that I could tie the reply letter to its leg and take it home."

"No one told you where to go shopping? How to send you to school?" Marco continued to ask.

"No..." Mario answered honestly.

"Oh my god, this is horrible! How can you go to school without knowing anything?" Marko shook his head in disbelief. "I have to go back and tell Dad!" he said, getting off the swing immediately jumped down.

"Would you light the fireplace at eight o'clock in the evening? I think Dad might need it, our car broke down." Marco said this without thinking, then smiled at him and waved ran away.

Before Mario had time to ask him what he meant by this sentence, he found that the blond boy had already disappeared.

In fact, Mario didn't have time to tell his parents about the new friends he met today and the fireplace.

Because when he got home, he found that his father and mother were not at home.Mario tried hard to think back for a long time, and finally remembered that today is the last Friday in July. Every year on this day, he would stay at home by himself all day, because his father and mother would go on a date together on this day.

Mr. Gotze and his wife met in college, and it was Professor William, Mr. Gotze’s mentor at the time, who made their marriage possible. Therefore, they would visit this kind old gentleman on the last Friday of July every year.Originally, this kind of visit should bring Mario with them, but since Mario accidentally let the sofa cushions of Mr. William's house keep getting feathers three years ago, they decided that it would be unwise to bring Mario to visit again .Although they didn't know that Mario was a wizard at the time, it was clear that certain behaviors of his son had caused a lot of trouble to Mr. William. After all, the old man was already very old and couldn't bear more frights.

Mario successfully found his dinner in the refrigerator, and also found a small piece of Black Forest cake that his mother specially left for him as compensation for having to stay at home alone.So he wiped out an entire sandwich, poured himself an extra glass of milk to go with the little cake, and curled up in an armchair in the living room to watch his favorite TV.

Just as he was about to see the end, there was movement in the driveway outside. It seemed that Mom and Dad had returned.Mario jumped up from the armchair to open the door, but was attracted by a sound—there seemed to be something moving in the fireplace.

But he didn't have time to think about the noise, because Mr. and Mrs. Gotze had already entered the door and were calling his name.Mario immediately ran to the foyer and gave them a big hug.

"Good son." Mr. Gotze said, reaching out and touching his son's head, "Are you happy today?"

So Mario immediately started talking about the episode he just watched and assured them that they hadn't missed the most important plot.Just when he was about to tell his father that he met a new friend in the park during the day, Mrs. Gotze suddenly frowned.

"What's that sound?" She looked in the direction of the living room suspiciously.

There was a banging sound from the fireplace in the living room, as if someone was constantly beating on the wall.

"No, this won't work!" someone said from behind the wall.

"Dad, let me try!" said another voice, sounding very much like a child.

Then--

"Mario, can you hear me, Mario?" said the child-like voice, banging on the wall as it spoke, "I'm Marco, we met this afternoon!"

Mario hurried over and shouted, "Marco? Is that you?"

"He can hear!" the voice yelled, and another voice cheered. "Mario, I'm Marco! I'm with my dad, we're coming from the Floo network, but you're blocked by your fireplace!"

Mario suddenly remembered Marco's instructions during the day.

"I'm sorry! I've completely forgotten about it," he said apologetically, "but our fireplace is sealed and can't light a fire..."

There was a sudden silence on the other side of the wall, and then there was discussion again.

"What's going on?" Mr. Gotze was confused.

"It's Marco, a new friend I met during the day, and he's going to Hogwarts too." Mario explained, "Marco's dad works at the Ministry of Magic, and he told me to light the fireplace during the day, but I forgot No... I don't understand how they're on the other side of the wall..."

"Son, I'm sorry I have to go this way, and I promise I'll get back to it later," said the first voice. "Now, stand back!"

Mario quickly pulled his parents back a few steps.

"Shattered!" the voice yelled.

boom!

Immediately, the wall of the fireplace exploded, and the electric stove was catapulted across the room. Two figures were thrown out together, and Mario recognized one of them as Marco.

Mr. and Mrs. Gotze stared in horror at the two intruders who had just blown up their fireplace.They were both tall and thin, with identical blond hair, the grown-ups being longer and curled at the ends.

"It's much better now!" The man got up and gasped, reaching out to dust off the dust on his body.He was wearing an overly formal fine suit and even a bowler hat. If it weren't for the ashes of broken bricks on his body, Mario would have thought that this gentleman had just attended a high society banquet.

Mario looked at Marco - thankfully he was dressed normally - who also just got up from the ground and was trying to dust himself off.Feeling Mario's gaze, Marco raised his head and spread his hands to him, expressing that he was powerless about his father's dress taste.

"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Gotze!" Marko's father, Mr. Royce said politely, and then he took off his top hat and took off his hat.

Mr. Gotze could only nod awkwardly at him.

Mr. Royce also seemed to be aware of the awkwardness of the atmosphere. After looking around, he politely said to Mr. Gotze: "I am very sorry for the damage to your living room. Please allow me to take a minute to deal with it before the official introduction. .”

He nodded to Mr. and Mrs. Gotze, turned around and pointed his wand at the blasted fireplace. "Back to the original." He whispered softly.

A miracle happened.

The broken bricks and stones immediately flew up from the ground, returned to their original position, and turned into a stone wall.The electric stove also flew back from the other side of the room, back in front of the stone wall of the fireplace, and even the little dust on the ground returned to its place and became part of the fireplace.Now the fireplace looks exactly the same as before, and there is no trace of being blown up at all.

"It's done!" Mr. Royce said happily, then turned around and reached out to Mr. Gotze, "Sinan Royce, the Department of Magic Management and Control of the German Ministry of Magic, is in charge of the Leeds Road area."

Mr. Gotze was still in a daze, as if he hadn't recovered from what had just happened.

"Sorry, I thought it was okay for you to see this, after all, you already have a little wizard in your family." Mr. Royce said, "Although I don't think erasing the memory is the best way to solve the problem, it seems that what I just saw It has indeed troubled you...then I still..."

"Dad!" Marco cried out in dissatisfaction, "Mario's parents don't need to be erased!"

"What? Why erase my parents' memory?" Mario shouted in shock.

"Because they saw magic just now, the existence of magic and wizards should have been kept secret from Muggles." Marco explained.

Mario was a little dissatisfied: "But I'm a wizard!"

"That's right!" Marko immediately turned back to his father, "So Dad! Please!"

"Mr. Royce..." Mrs. Gotze finally said, "Although we are surprised by your magic, we are not troubled. Please don't bother to erase our memory." After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, and Luo Mr. Ice gave a friendly shake.

"Please excuse my recklessness, ma'am." Mr. Royce said politely, "Recently, in order to test a new spell, the Ministry of Magic banned all apparition within the city limits. Unfortunately, our car also broke down. So you see... I can only get here via the Floo network, and I asked a friend from the Department of Transportation to connect your fireplace to our Floo network. But I really didn't expect that here we are Destinations can't come out...Apologize again for wrecking your living room, ma'am."

Mario was pretty sure that Mom didn't understand Mr. Royce at all, but Mrs. Goetzer politely shook hands with Mr. Royce again and forgave him for his destruction of the living room.

The atmosphere in the living room finally returned to normal, and Mr. Gotze finally asked Mr. Royce to sit in the armchair beside him.Mrs. Gotze went to prepare hot tea, while Mario and Marco sat next to their father.

"As for the purpose of my visit," said Mr. Royce, "I would like to apologize again for the fact that no Ministry of Magic liaison was present when you and Mario received their Hogwarts admission letters. It was our oversight."

He stood up and bowed solemnly to them.

Mr. Gotze also stood up quickly.

"The liaison officer who was in charge of your block was my colleague. He was transferred away on Thursday to deal with a sudden magical disaster in the jurisdiction, so he couldn't show up with the owl on time. But he repaired it on the way back You had a sliding garage door, but I later heard that his behavior caused you a lot of trouble. On behalf of my colleagues, I would like to apologize to you."

He bowed again, and Mr. Gotze hurried forward to help him.

"Thank you, sir." Mr. Royce shook Mr. Gotze's hand again, and continued with a smile, "Then I will replace my colleague and explain to you the letter brought by the owl. And everything you should know before sending Mario to school."

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