Hogwarts and the Unspeakable

At night, the sun is about to set, and the castle cannot feel the sun's influence, looking strange and evil.

In the distance, an owl flew over cynically, holding a letter in its mouth.

Alan Arnold Appleby was already standing on the top of the castle, waiting quietly.

His father had told him that the owl would arrive soon and his magic career would begin.

Waiting alone at the top of the castle is also part of the training of will, and Allen has no complaints about this.

At this time Sir Humphrey Appleby also walked up to the top of the castle.

He smiled softly. In fact, the owl's path was also under his control.

The owl flew over gently and landed on Alan's forearm obediently.

According to its temperament, he should have waited for Allen to feed him before haughtily giving him the letter.

If you don't understand the rules, you will even get pecked twice by it - you still don't know how to bully the little wizard.

However, after looking at the house elf Crisp who suddenly appeared behind Alan with blue eyes,

However, the owl was extremely respectful and did not dare to move at all. It obediently landed on Allen's forearm.

This is naturally the pressure of superior creatures.

Just like when a giant dragon breathes out its breath, even the horses will lie on the ground in fear.

This is the way of survival engraved in the genes.

The owl also nuzzled Allen's arm with his little head.

Allen could tell it because the owl's flattering expression was too deliberate.

Allen took the letter gently.

On the envelope, emerald green ink reflected the following words:

"Yorkshire Derry Castle"

"Lord Alan Arnold Appleby"

Sir Humphrey Appleby is the hereditary Earl of Glamorgan, so Alan can also be called "Lord" (Lord).

The Lord's children will also be called Lord.

However, according to the jazz theory in Sir Humphrey Appleby's K.C.M.G., Allen cannot be called a "jazz".

Can only be called "Mr." because K.C.M.G is not hereditary.

However, due to the upcoming separation of the House of Lords and the House of Commons, Sir Humphrey only allowed others to call him "Sir" instead of "Lord". After all, compared to the apparent high title, the power of the Standing Undersecretary brought by K.C.M.G is more beneficial.

However, this does not prevent him from being "Lord" at the same time, that is, he is both "Lord" and "Sir".

Therefore, Hogwarts also calls Alan "Lord" (hereditary Lord Sir).

Anyway, if you call someone out to the official in private, you will definitely not suffer any loss.

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Allen looked back and smiled.

"Father."

Sir Humphrey walked over proudly.

"Well done, son. But you neglected one thing."

Sir Humphrey took a chocolate and a pound from his pocket.

"Messengers are very important, and they work hard. Never forget to give the messenger a little extra help."

Sir Humphrey smiled and placed the pound in the owl's mouth, then handed the chocolate to the owl's talon.

The owl finally felt the overwhelming pressure disappear. God, it felt like it was going to die just now.

It flew to Sir Humphrey's arm and rubbed against it.

Then it flew up, and after making sure it would not affect the two knights, it took off and soared into the sky.

"Thank you, Sir Humphrey. But if you had told me there was such a custom, I would have prepared the chocolates myself."

"Otherwise, how can I educate you properly?"

Sir Humphrey smiled and touched Alan's head.

"You don't need to remind me, and you don't need to consider customs. Just remember and never ignore the role of the messenger."

"Yan Wang is easy to see, but the little ghost is hard to deal with."

Allen shrugged.

"Ok."

Then he gently opened the letter, and the house elf Crisp snapped his fingers.

In an instant, an unknown and invisible light came on.

For this magical creature, "fluorescing" is as simple as that.

However, Allen was not in the mood to sigh. Even though he had predicted that this day would come, he was still very excited to receive the letter from Hogwarts. His hands even trembled slightly. When he was a child in his previous life, he always dreamed about letters from Hogwarts. With the power of magic, maybe the ending in the previous life would be better, right? But the London messenger wouldn't be in the mood to care about a poor Chinese kid, would he?

"Dear Lord Alan Arnold Appleby: We have the honor to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The term is scheduled for September Starting on the 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st. Sincerely, Vice-Principal (Female) Minerva McGonagall."

"Worth a drink, isn't it?"

Sir Humphrey smiled happily.

Allen's hands trembled slightly and he nodded.

Sir Humphrey knocked on Alan's forehead.

"What are you thinking! Why are you drinking so little!"

Alan rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding, dad? (trick)"

Sir Humphrey touched Alan's head again.

"Oh. My dear son, why have you become so old-fashioned this year? I regret asking them to teach you."

"I'm not as shy as before, and I'm so cute! (cute)"

"It's time for my son to let go when he grows up!"

Alan gently slapped Sir Humphrey's hand away.

"Okay! Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Sir Humphrey smiled.

"We can't keep Mr. Bernard and the deputy secretaries happy for too long. (Mr.)" (emphasis on his noble status)

"Dad is a little busy lately. Can we go to Diagon Alley tomorrow?"

"I thought the same thing as you."

Allen couldn't hold back his excitement.

"But, son."

Sir Humphrey said suddenly seriously, his expression always changing rapidly.

"Are you really going to Hogwarts? I have to tell you, you are my son, and they are destined to cause trouble for you."

"Even if someone wants to kick me into the House of Lords, they will find a way through you."

"Especially your deep dive blood. If you are discovered, you will be sent to Azkaban. Even I can't do anything about it."

"You are the son of the permanent secretary, and you also have the blood of a deep diver. This is destined to be a thorny road."

Sir Humphrey said this in a low tone, and then paused, as if he was making up his mind again.

"It's been a year, and I can see your hard work. I have no reason to stop you anymore."

"But if you shake your head now, you can still turn back."

"When you enter Hogwarts, even I won't be able to send you away!"

"Son, are you really sure?"

Allen pondered for two seconds, then nodded.

"I'm sure."

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"Don't be too happy too early."

On the way downstairs, looking at his son who seemed a little carried away, Sir Humphrey reminded him.

"On a full moon night, when you transform into a deep diver, you must make sure that no one sees you!"

"Otherwise, even I can't save you!"

Sir Humphrey paused deliberately and said seriously.

"I know, Dad! I'm almost tired of hearing this!"

"I'm not tired of saying that." Sir Humphrey shrugged.

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"You have the power to transform into a deep diver while awake"

"I have checked too much information this year, but I have never found the same thing."

"This is also the fundamental reason why I agree with you to come to the magic world to have a try."

In the study, Sir Humphrey warned again.

The son has traveled thousands of miles, and the mother is worried. Sir Humphrey is both father and mother in the absence of the family member.

How could you not want to?

"Son, you must remember humility."

"Don't look at us now as we look very powerful and wealthy."

"But in the face of real evil, we are actually just wretches waiting to be slaughtered..."

Sir Humphrey added.

"Sir Snape will teach you Occlumency. The sooner you learn it, the better."

"And Lord Dumbledore, before you learn Occlumency, stay as far away from him as possible."

"But because of my relationship, he won't harm you."

"Oh. That's right."

"Your father is Humphrey Appleby. Baron Glamorgan. Currently Permanent Under Secretary for Administrative Services at the Ministry of Magic."

"My mentor is Sir Arnold, Cabinet Secretary to the Ministry of Magic. Your name is the same as his with his permission."

"As long as you don't break the law and don't get discovered as a 'deep diver', there's no danger."

Sir Humphrey seemed to think about it, and finally smiled with relief, and touched his beard, feeling quite satisfied.

"Don't worry about your mother's affairs. Study hard first. This kind of thing depends on fate."

"Listen clearly!"

“Haste makes waste!”

"But don't be too hard on yourself. There are kids over there, so it's okay even if the etiquette isn't that thorough."

"Living your life well is better than anything else."

"Dad still wants you to grow up happily."

Then Sir Humphrey stopped again, too distressed to speak.

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In this way Sir Humphrey rambled on for a long time.

Where is someone else’s “political grave”? He is just a father who is reluctant to let his son travel far away.

He still had many, many things he wanted to say to Allen, but later he discovered that Allen had fallen asleep while sitting up.

"Are my words so boring?"

"Sigh. Anyway, I've finished talking about the most important thing first."

Sir Humphrey snapped his fingers.

"thump!"

Crisp, the house elf, instantly apparated to Jazz's side.

"Send Alan to bed."

"Okay, my lord." Crisp also snapped his fingers and disappeared along with Allen.

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Sir Humphrey poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He picked up the jade Ruyi placed on the table and shook it gently.

"As you wish, as I wish."

He chanted mysterious incantations—Chinese incantations that his girlfriend had taught him.

She was not as lucky as Allen. She had just transformed into a deep diver and lost her mind forever.

Her life is endless, but she will forever be locked in the underground prison of Azkaban.

"Honey, don't worry."

"I will find a way to restore the Deep One's sanity."

"Even if you have to trade with the Demon God Dagon or the Lord in Yellow."

"Even if it gets closer and closer to madness."

"At that time, our family of three will be reunited."

Sir Humphrey's expression was gentle but firm.

His eyes flashed with dark fire.

It was a look that would not hesitate to do anything, even if it burned the whole world down. . .