Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

Late night, Hogwarts, principal's office.

Today is the day to send new students’ admission letters. The replies will be delivered to the Vice-Principal, Professor McGonagall. If there is no reply from Hogwarts before July 31st, Professor McGonagall will go to the home in person to inquire about the situation.

Don't be surprised.

Knowing the existence of magic for the first time goes against the worldview and goes beyond ordinary people's cognition, causing doubt and fear.

There are even church families where parents tie their children to crosses with their own hands, light fires, and burn them alive.

Just because they foolishly believe that their children can do magic and are the reincarnation of the devil Satan.

Professor McGonagall has encountered this situation. The child died a second before his arrival, witnessing the scorched corpse, and magic does not have the miracle of resurrection from the dead.

Looking at the couple kneeling on the ground, faithfully praying to the Lord, they will not get a ticket from God, but only an invitation to hell.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minerva."

Dumbledore sat in the principal's office chair, with a pile of documents in front of him that would never be finished.

"I just want every child to come to Hogwarts safely."

In the sitting area next to him, Professor McGonagall was sitting on a chair, checking the letters sent today.

All the letters were distributed, and as soon as they fell into the hands of some Muggle families, Professor McGonagall used Disapparation to go to the place where they were, without waiting for the deadline of July 31st.

Demonstrate magic, persuade parents, get children interested in magic, and confirm that every Muggle family agrees to the admission invitation.

Don't want tragedy to happen again.

Using Apparition for a long time causes physical fatigue, and it is necessary to check students' replies late at night. For example, the Weasley family will reply immediately after receiving the letter.

Most of the students from Slytherin replied, because most of them were pure-blood families, and the Malfoy family sent house elves to deliver the letters instead of owls.

"What students are left?"

Dumbledore asked.

He did not persuade Professor McGonagall that wizards are different from ordinary people. Magic is everything. As long as the magic is enough, it can provide vitality and resilience.

"Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ricardo Dawn."

I visited at least forty Muggle children's homes today, and many of their parents couldn't meet until they got home for dinner.

Professor McGonagall checked the list provided by the Book of Names, and only these three were left.

"Harry's situation is special. I will arrange for Hagrid to pick him up later."

After thinking about it, Dumbledore thought of Harry. If Professor McGonagall, who valued children, was allowed to go, there would probably be news of a gas leak and explosion in the newspapers tomorrow.

"Okay, at least this is good news. We only need to visit the families of two students tomorrow. If you have free time, you can take them to Diagon Alley and buy the books and stationery they need for class."

Professor McGonagall covered her forehead, feeling really sleepy.

Holding on to the handle of the chair, he stood up slowly.

"I'm going back to rest first."

To put it simply, when I left the principal's office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening if calculated according to time.

Professor McGonagall dragged her body, greeted the ghosts in the castle, and said good night.

During the holidays, there are very few teachers staying at the school.

Such as Divination teacher Sybil, Hogwarts is her home, there is no other place to go, and Professor Sprout, tending her herb garden.

……

night and day.

The biological alarm clock woke up naturally. Ricardo opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the snow-white collarbone. He swallowed subconsciously and noticed the residual sweetness in his mouth.

Last night I fell asleep in my sister's arms again.

He moved his body carefully and broke away from the arms that were hugging him, fearing to wake his sister from resting.

Staring at half of the girl's face carefully, the green face was dotted with beauty marks, and the corner of her mouth was slightly pursed with a smile, as if she was happy.

Open your eyes suddenly!

Kassandra showed a proud expression and stared at her brother who put his face close to her mouth, as if she had caught the little villain doing something bad.

"Oh oh oh, you are so close to your sister. Do you want to stage the plot of "Sleeping Beauty", where the prince kisses the princess in the forest and is exposed to the witch's curse? My brother is still so childish!"

Kassandra quickly reached out her hand, ignoring the white shoulders exposed after the quilt slipped, and grabbed her brother's face.

"Wuwu~~No way~~I won't be so childish!"

After struggling twice, she still couldn't escape Cassandra's grasp.

"Hmph, my brother doesn't want to use the magic to wake up my sister while she is sleeping, or is it because the environment is not private enough and he needs to enjoy the glory of kissing his beautiful sister in the forest where people are watching?"

Loosening her fingers, Cassandra lay back on the bed and stared at Ricardo with charming eyes.

The quilt was slightly lifted, and the familiar scenery since he was one year old was once again presented to the other party, like a plate of food placed in front of him, just waiting to be eaten.

"No way, that would just treat you as a commodity and show it off to others. I won't do that!"

Even if you are close to your sister, it is personal to you.

Ricardo walked to the chair. The underwear he needed to wash and change today had been put away in advance. He looked back at his sister with a playful smile, picked up the clothes and left the room.

I watered the potted plants in front of the window, and the white magnolia tree and Bowtruckle rested on the flower stamens.

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower head and washed my body with hot water, but it couldn't make my fair skin blush like it was burned by high temperature.

3 minutes for hot water, 3 minutes for cold water, 3 minutes for warm water.

By the way, rinse your mouth.

Then he came out of the bathroom and put on the clothes Cassandra had prepared for herself, a white casual short shirt paired with gray sail pants, and a towel on her shoulders.

"This is London morning news. Just yesterday, a captive-bred python escaped from the zoo. It has not been caught so far. If any citizens find it, please contact the relevant agencies in time."

"The reason why the python escaped from the zoo was that a boy broke into the viewing area where the python was. After being trapped and unable to escape, he released the python."

The TV was left on all night.

Ricardo walked to the TV and looked at the report above. A boy four times fatter than himself slapped the glass desperately, trying to escape from inside, but it was to no avail.

This scene is somewhat familiar.

"I received the letter yesterday..."

"Harry Potter?"

A giant python is extremely dangerous when it escapes. It will cause bad effects if it enters a person's home. However, it cannot survive if it escapes into nature. Animals raised in captivity have shorter lifespans, and their ability to adapt to the environment and survive are much worse.

Like the scene outside the window.

An owl suppressed the giant python and scratched it with its talons, blinding the two snakes and leaving them covered with bruises. However, the giant python couldn't even resist and could only let the owl eat it for breakfast.

Cassandra's owl, an eagle owl.

"Hopefully I won't lose money."

Ricardo withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the sofa area. Last night's carnival lasted very late. All the ladies took off their coats and found a place to rest. They even picked up sofa cushions and slept on the floor.

On the sofa in the middle, mother and Mrs. Warley hugged each other. The two hugged each other in the same posture as Cassandra hugged Ricardo last night.

The sun poured into the room, illuminating this alluring spring light. The tender white skin reflected a thin light, trying to blind the young man's eyes.

The mother's dress is a light yellow suspender skirt, and Mrs. Worley's is a purple tulle wrap skirt. The parts that can be uncovered are shown in front of the face, and the parts that can be covered are not covered too much.

The smell of fragrance and alcohol wafted in the room, making people feel suffocated by the aroma.

"She hasn't had such a party in a long time."

When attending a banquet in Zhongzhou, everyone present must maintain their posture and rigidity to the extreme. There are countless lights pointed at them and they must maintain their image.

She tensed every second.

"Forget it, I probably won't get up until noon. I'll prepare some breakfast first."

Ricardo took out blankets from the master bedroom on the first floor, covered each lady, and then walked to the kitchen alone.

The maid only knows Western food, so Ricardo can only cook Chinese food by himself.

There is a specially equipped cold storage for ingredients, and there is no shortage of ingredients. The maid cleaned the kitchen before going to bed last night. There are no traces of greasiness on the surface, the knives are neat, and the spice jars are in order.

Breakfast is light, with rice porridge as soup and steamed buns as the staple food.

Moving the chair next to him, the ten-year-old boy stood on the chair, picked up the pot and started boiling it with water. Then he washed the rice, put it into the pot and cooked it into rice mince, until the rice grains split and it melted in the mouth. Nuo.

Take out the green vegetables and separate the stems and leaves. The two cook at different times and the taste will not be good if they are cooked together.

Then go to the refrigerator, take out the flour, mix it with eggs and water, and start kneading the noodles. The steamer is already on, just put it down one by one.

Bean paste buns, vegetable buns, xiaolongbao, cream steamed buns, etc.

……

At eight o'clock sharp, Professor McGonagall appeared in the Princess Garden using apparation.

When he saw an eagle owl eating a python, he frowned slightly and waved his wand to remove the blood from the python's body and the ground, leaving no trace. The eagle owl flew away automatically.

Obviously, this is an owl raised in the magical world. Unlike ordinary owls, it has low intelligence.

"Is there a wizard in this family?"

According to our understanding, this family is a Muggle family from Middle-earth that has just moved to England, so it is impossible for their children to be exposed to magic.

Walk to the door and knock it lightly.

Professor McGonagall observed the mansion garden while waiting. The scenery was elegant and unique, with morning birds landing and eating the leftover bread crumbs from yesterday.

After a while, footsteps were heard, the door was opened from the inside, and a young man from Central China poked his head out of the door.

"Hello, I am Ricardo Chenxi, are you here to see me?"

I opened the door and saw a witch. She didn't have the viciousness of witches described in fairy tales. She was approachable and kind. Her dressing style was extremely elegant, and her personality was somewhat serious.

Occupation is teacher.

Ricardo relied on first observation and his own senses to determine the identity of the witch in front of him and whether he was malicious.

"Mr. Chenxi, I believe you have received the letter from Hogwarts. Considering the special circumstances of ordinary families, there will be teachers from the academy who will come to answer all your questions."

"I am the teacher who came to Hogwarts. You can call me Professor McGonagall."

A very handsome boy from Central China, with a thin body but strong muscles. The small muscles exposed to the air are full of strength and do not have the tightness of children of the same age.

He must have practiced some fighting skills, his steps are steady but not frivolous, his blood is full and his smile is bright.

Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with the child in front of her. At least compared to other families who were either too fat or too thin, this boy's body could directly participate in Quidditch training.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall, please come in and rest. I'm preparing breakfast. Please wait a moment."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's name, Ricardo opened the door and let him in.