The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 The Young Witness

Noreen Davies felt that he would no longer be a staunch atheist.

He sat at his desk in his apartment, fingering the last page of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.When I was sighing in this magnificent and wonderful world, the book suddenly flashed with gold.The light was dazzling, and Norin squinted his eyes subconsciously, only vaguely seeing a strange book flying out of the golden light and breaking into his mind.A twisted and strange brilliance flashed back and forth before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, when Norin opened his eyes again, only a piece of indifferent white came into view.The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the surroundings, and pale lights hung from the pale ceiling.His mind was running rapidly, trying to figure out where he was, but when he raised his hand, he found that his strength was surprisingly weak.

"Congratulations, Mr. Davis, it's a boy." A young female voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Thank you!"

A handsome middle-aged man's face suddenly appeared in Norin's sight.Justin Davis showed joy, and carefully picked up the little Nolin, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, turned his head and said excitedly to a beautiful woman lying on the hospital bed: "Honey, we Baby! Look how cute he is!"

An incomparably loving smile bloomed on the woman's pale face.She didn't speak, but just looked at Norin quietly, her eyes contained the greatest emotion in the world, as well as the most indestructible determination.

"Boy! Let's call him Noreen Davis, as we said earlier," Justin Davis said softly, his forehead pressed against Noreen's wrinkled little face.

Norin's mouth twitched imperceptibly.Even the most ignorant person probably understands what happened.His little mouth shrunk, and he began to cry cooperatively.

"Wow..."

Justin was not surprised but delighted.He raised his eyebrows and said happily to his wife: "This little guy is crying like I am!"

As the days passed, Norin gradually accepted the fact that he had crossed.This is Surrey, England in the 20s. The national economy is steadily improving, and social welfare is also improving.Norlin couldn't help but be thankful that he didn't learn English well. If he traveled across France and Germany, he would have problems with even the most basic communication.Although he is a baby now, his thinking has solidified, and it is obviously not that easy to re-learn a language.

However, when he learned that their home was at No. 3 Privet Drive, Little Whinging District, Surrey, he once again stared at the building next door with a skeptical expression through the window, which made Lianna Davis, That is to say, his mother thought he was hungry again and frantically fed him milk.

He has also wondered whether this is a coincidence many times. After all, he is just a baby and cannot verify it by himself. He can only stay in the stroller and act as a good baby.The soul of an adult is carried by a baby, which has to be said to be a kind of torment.However, one night when he was a year old, he confirmed his suspicions.

It was a windless midnight, and Noreen, unsurprisingly, suffered from insomnia again.He was lying in the pram with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed, with a lot of messy thoughts floating in his head.Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, the street lamp outside the window went out without warning, flying in one direction, as if something was calling.Then came the second, third...

Nuo Lin's eyes froze, and his mind shook like thunder.He climbed out of the crib with all his strength, and almost crawled to the window with all his hands and feet, found a place with a wide view, and stared intently outside.

It was pitch black outside, with no stars in the sky, only a bright moon shining faintly.A tall and thin man walked slowly.His silver hair and beard fell to his waist, and he was dressed in a long robe, a floor-length purple cloak, and high-heeled boots with buckles.Behind the half-moon glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes sparkled.Privet Drive has never featured such a weird person.Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he turned his head and greeted a wall.

Nolin was panting desperately, his heart beating wildly.He knew what was coming.

A nimble tabby cat quietly deformed in the darkness on the wall.What appeared again was a serious woman wearing a green cloak, square glasses, and a high bun.She looked a little excited, and walked towards Albus Dumbledore.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall asked, "How did you know it was me?"

"My dear professor, I have never seen a cat freeze like this."

"If you sit on a brick wall all day, you'll get stiff too," said Professor McGonagall angrily.

Norin quietly watched all this by the window.He was too far away to hear their conversation, but this did not affect the enthusiasm and longing in his eyes in the slightest.

After a while, a low rumbling sound cut through the surrounding silence.The sound came from the sky, getting louder and louder, and finally turned into a roar.A giant motorcycle fell from the sky and stopped on the street in front of the two.

Huge cyclists step off their motorcycles.Twice the average man's height and at least five times his width, the man looked uncannily tall and brutish—long, matted black hair and beard covering most of his face, and hands the size of trash can lids. , a pair of feet wearing leather boots like two little dolphins.His thick, muscular arms held a roll of blankets.

"Good evening, Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved, "you're here at last. Where did you get this motorcycle?"

"Borrowed, Professor Dumbledore," said the Giant, coming up to him, "Lent it to me by Sirius Black. I brought him, Professor."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent over the blanket.They saw a baby boy wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly.There was a knife wound under a strand of black hair on the child's forehead, the shape of the wound was strange, like a bolt of lightning.Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and the two people around him could clearly feel the deep regret and anger emanating from him.He stretched out his withered right hand, and stroked the baby boy's face very gently.When his fingers touched the lightning scar on the baby boy's forehead, his body trembled involuntarily.

The three of them talked in low voices, until at last the giant Hagrid took out a stained bandanna and began to sob.Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, picked up the baby boy, stepped across the low garden wall, and walked towards the gate.Gently placing the baby boy on the doorstep, he took a letter from his cloak and stuffed it into the baby boy's blanket.Then go back to the other two.The three of them stood there staring at the small blanket for a full minute.

"Let's go." Dumbledore whispered.Hagrid said good night, wiped his tearful eyes with the sleeve of his coat, stepped on the motorcycle and stepped on the engine, and disappeared into the night with the roar.

Dumbledore watched him go.When I turned around again, a tabby cat slipped away quietly around the corner at the other end of the street.

"Good luck," murmured Dumbledore, turning around on his feet, only to hear the cloak swish and disappear.

It's just that before he and Professor McGonagall left, they glanced at the opposite building without any trace.

On the opposite side of No. 4 Privet Drive, by the window on the second floor, the heat in Norrin's eyes lingered for a long time.

"The Boy Who Lived..." the baby upstairs said silently to the baby at the downstairs door, "Hello, Harry Potter."

(End of this chapter)