It is now August 27, 1991, at 4:40 pm.
The hottest time of the day in summer has passed, and the number of pedestrians on the street is gradually increasing. Northampton, a small city in central England between the two major cities of London and Birmingham, finally became more lively at dusk.
The lush lawns on Weedon Road are now withered and yellow, which is caused by the severe drought and insufficient water supply some time ago. After more than two months of repeated discussions, the local council finally formulated a plan to temporarily connect a pipeline from the Severn River, 30 miles away, in the last week of summer, so as to guarantee water for local residents during the drought period.
Of course, even if the lawn is no longer lush, it will not affect the boys lying on it.
Matthew, for example, is currently doing this.
Matthew Wakefield, eleven years old this year, has black hair, brown eyes, and a thin build; he just graduated from a local preparatory school in Northampton a few months ago and is about to enter secondary school.
At this moment, he was lying on the yellow lawn, looking up at the sky, and muttering to himself:
“I’ve been waiting for three days and three days, and it’s already the end of August… If Hogwarts doesn’t write to me again, I have to go to Eton!”
The breeze stirred the neat hedges around, and the leaves swayed with the wind. The boy suddenly sighed.
…
Matthew is a time traveler.
Three months ago, when he first came to this world, he thought he had just traveled thirty years ago and came to Britain in the 1990s.
But as time went by, he discovered more and more things that were wrong——
The first is the frequent owl.
In just one month after the crossing, he witnessed three different owls flying past his sight with his own eyes, which was more than the number of times he had seen wild owls in the twenty or thirty years of his previous life combined.
The most impressive one was when he was having dinner one morning, through the window, he saw a beautiful big bird with snow-white feathers and black spots, and stayed under the eaves for a while.
After he went to the local library to check relevant information, he concluded that the big bird he witnessed was a kind of owl named “Snowy Owl”, which is used to inhabiting frozen soil and tundra. Generally only in Siberia, Alaska and other places are more common. In 1979, it was listed as Class I protected animals by “Washington Convention” (CITES).
In other words, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for him to encounter this kind of creature in the central part of England.
Then by chance, he noticed a few strange people wearing cloaks.
At that time, he was in Charing Cross Road in London, where he was buying books, and he met those strange people… a few guys in strange clothes, looking sneaky, completely ignoring the passers-by around; then blinked at Dennis In the blink of an eye, he suddenly disappeared from the street.
(Note: Charing Cross Road is a famous bookstore street in London.)
Already doubtful, Matthew bought a detailed map of “Surrey County” on purpose.
After lying on the map all night, he found a place called “Little Huijin District” and a street named “Privet Drive”.
On any normal map of Britain in 1991, it is impossible to find these two places-because the two places are named by an author named Rowling, who wrote her work “Ha Li Porter, I invented it myself.
The situation seems to be clear at a glance!
After further exploration, Matthew was pleasantly surprised to find that there were some “special functions” in him.
It is very unstable and uncontrolled, but it really exists.
For example, when he was eating, a few yards away, he made a glass blow up by itself…
Looking at the shattered glass, Matthew realized something——
It seems that there are unexpected gains in this time travel?
…
So since July, Matthew has been patiently waiting for a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Because he firmly believes that he has traveled to the wizarding world of Harry Potter, and his real identity is a Muggle-born wizard.
Originally, relying on the advantages of the traveler’s foresight, he struggled in England for more than ten years, trying to live a life like a wave.
Now that you have come to the world of wizards, you only need to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn a little magic, and quietly master spells such as the Confusion Curse, the Oblivion Curse, and the Disillusionment Curse; Less struggle for a hundred years?
The ideal is beautiful, the future is bright, but the reality is cruel.
And then there is the opening scene.
Poor Matthew, just waited from the beginning of July to the end of August. It’s a pity that I haven’t received any letters related to keywords such as wizards, Hogwarts, and magic.
At first I thought it was just the owl who was late, but later I was a little skeptical about life——
The things I experienced before were all illusions, this is not a magical world at all.
The snowy owl was just an unlucky **** who got lost, took the wrong direction, so flew from Siberia to England, and happened to be seen by himself.
And those weirdos on Charing Cross Road are actually just a few hippies who like to dress up curiously, not wizards at all.
As for the blown glass, the truth is that the heat expansion and contraction caused by the hot weather have nothing to do with magic…
Forget it, even if it’s not the wizarding world, it’s not bad.
At any rate, I am also a time traveler from thirty years later, continue to rely on the advantage of foresight~Soverse.com~ to work hard.
In the recent period, Matthew has been comforting himself and adjusting his mentality.
…
At this moment, a red postal vehicle stopped by the side of the road——
“Is Mr. Matthew Wakefield here?” The postman who got off the car shouted, “Here is a letter for you.”
Slowly got up from the lawn, walked to the postal truck and took the letter, Matthew suddenly froze.
The envelope for this letter was made of heavy parchment and had no postage stamp attached.
The address is written in emerald ink and is very clear: Northampton, Upton District, 226 Wetton Road, Mr. Matthew Wakefield sunbathing on the lawn receive.
“Could it be that the owl is late?” He turned the envelope over in disbelief.
It has a wax seal, a coat of arms, a capital “H”, surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.
However, this long-awaited letter is much thinner than I imagined.
The boy took a deep breath and tore open the envelope. Somewhat unexpectedly, there is only a very thin piece of paper inside, with extremely brief content written on it:
“To Mr. Wakefield:
I would like to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, term is scheduled to start on September 1st.
Vita Rozier (female), vice principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. “
It’s just that Matthew Wakefield failed to see the name at the end of the letter. Because the moment he touched the letter paper, it was as if an invisible hand grabbed him and pulled him forward heavily; then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up, only the whistling could be heard in his ears the wind.