Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Sir Merlin First Class, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, President of the International Federation of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Nott:

We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.A list of required books and supplies is enclosed with this letter.

Semester begins on September 31st.We will be waiting for your owl reply before July [-]st.

Minerva McGonagall

Vice Principal (Female)

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A parchment letter lay quietly on the desk. The young owner of the desk—a little boy with black curly hair, dark eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face—put down the quill in his hand and straightened the black clothes on his body. Wizard robe, exhaled a breath, stood up and walked out the door.

When you open the door, you can see rows of old tall bookshelves. He is obviously at an age where he should be naughty and playful, but like an old man, he moved his bedroom to the underground library. This behavior made the little boy's brother Xi Odo Nott just couldn't understand it.

But the little boy didn't need Theodore to understand. In the little boy's eyes, his brother who was the same age as him was just a kid who didn't understand anything.

The reason why the little boy has such a maturity that surpasses the little wizards of his age is that he also has another memory, a memory of a college student taking postgraduate entrance examinations from the blue planet.

Those memories were awakened when the little boy was three years old when he awakened his magical abilities. After that, he awakened more and more every year until he was seven years old.

It was also in that year that the little boy truly realized what kind of world he lived in and what kind of identity he had——

Amon Nott, the eldest son of the "Holy 28" Nott family, is a prophet born with "sight".

Because of this, he also has a certain reputation in the British wizarding world. Of course, he is certainly not as famous as the "Boy Who Lived".

And because his father Nott Sr. was once a Death Eater, the outside world has mixed reviews for him, and they are not as optimistic about him as they are about Harry Potter.

But Amon doesn't care about these. Whether it is a good reputation or a bad reputation, in his opinion, it is just a passing thing. Only magical magic is his pursuit. In the past few years, he has almost never left the house!

But today will obviously be an exception - Amon's pace is faster than usual.

Little wizards cannot use magic before the age of 11, otherwise it will cause damage to the little wizard's body and affect the little wizard's development.

Therefore, even though Amon is a young wizard from a pure-blood family, he can only read some magic theories and has no way to actually perform magic.

But today's letter from Hogwarts means that he is finally eligible to get a wand of his own, with the ability to cast spells.

As for the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" that does not allow wizards under the age of 17 to use magic outside of school, who cares?

As one of the 28 pure-blood families, the Knott family has no problem solving the traces.

……

When Amon walked out of the underground library, he saw Old Nott and Theodore waiting for him.

When Old Nott saw Amon, he smiled with satisfaction and asked:

"Amon, are you ready? We are about to set off."

Old Nott has always been very proud of Amon's excellence. He believes that the Nott family will regain its glory in Amon's hands!

As Amon's father, he was also honored.

Therefore, on today, the day when Amon was about to obtain the magic wand and truly embark on the path of magic, he deliberately took some time out of his busy schedule to bear witness.

"Brother." Behind Old Nott, the tall and thin Theodore seemed a little quiet, looking at Amon with a trace of inexplicable fear in his eyes.

Amon nodded to Theodore, then looked at Old Nott and said:

"Of course, we can go at any time, I can't wait."

Old Nott smiled knowingly and led the two of them to the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley."

The three of them clearly stated the name of their destination and sprinkled the Floo powder in their hands.

Pong!

A cluster of green firelight flashed by, and the three figures disappeared into the fireplace.

……

Diagon Alley is a long cobblestone street, which is also the busiest street in the British wizarding world.

You can find all kinds of quirky and exciting shops here: Partridge's Crucible, Madam Malkin's Robe Store, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, as well as newspaper agencies, pharmacies, soda fountains, pet shops...

Of course, the indispensable bank - Gringotts - is indispensable.

Amon didn't understand why those guys in the Ministry of Magic who were keen on fighting for power would leave such an important economic lifeline in the hands of those goblins.

Throughout the history of magic, the relationship between goblins and wizards has never been described as good. There have been conflicts more than once or twice, and there has not been any substantial improvement now.

Of course, there is absolutely no need to think about these things for Amon, who is not even a first-year student.

He didn't come to Diagon Alley for research today, so Amon turned around and left these things behind, focusing on today's main task - buying a wand.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is located on the south side of Diagon Alley. It is a wand shop run by the Ollivander family. Most of the wands in the hands of wizards in the UK come from here. It is still unknown how many young wizards started magic here. magical journey.

However, what does not match its sales volume and industry monopoly is that Ollivander's Wand Store looks small and shabby. The gold sign on the door is peeling off, but you can still clearly read it:

"Ollivander: Crafting Wands Since 382 BC".

In the window next to it, a magic wand lies alone on a faded purple cushion. I don't know if it has been here since the store opened.

Amon glanced at it and then looked away. He was more curious about what his wand would look like than this wand.

He followed Old Nott into Ollivander's Wand Shop. What he saw was that except for a bench in the corner, the small shop was filled with long and narrow cardboard boxes containing wands. Thousands of them were piled up from the floor. Up to the ceiling, there was still a thin layer of dust on it.

But in Amon's eyes, there might be a magic wand in these dirty cardboard boxes waiting for his arrival.

"The guests are here." Ollivander heard the bell ringing and his head suddenly emerged from a pile of cartons.

He was originally going to move on to the next step - giving away wands. This has always been a skill he was proud of. He could remember every wizard who got a wand from him and their corresponding wands.

Ollivander considered this proof that he had found a good home for his wands, and it reflected the professionalism of a master wandmaker.

But when he saw that the person coming was Old Nott, he lost this desire.

As a "half-blood wizard" - although Ollivander is from the Ollivander family, his mother is a Muggle, and he does not like these guys who advocate pure-blood concepts all day long.

Just like he also welcomes young wizards of Muggle origin, he does not think that pure blood is superior to others. He feels that every wizard who gets a wand from him is equally outstanding.

What's more, although the Ollivander family is ranked among the "Holy 28 Pure Bloods", in fact, ten years before Cantanclus Nott compiled the "Pure Blood Directory", there was a known member of the Ollivander family. A hybrid wizard was born.

Therefore, the Ollivander family has never taken the pure-blood theory seriously, and has never considered itself a pure-blood family.

"Nott, I mean the children of the Nott family." Ollivander's silver-white eyes moved away from old Nott, and his eyes lit up when he saw Amon.

"Oh! You must be the 'born prophet' Amon Nott!"

Before Amon could say hello to Ollivander, he saw him slip out of nowhere, come to him, and grab his shoulders.

"Oh, kid, come on, you're here to buy a wand, right? You've indeed reached this age." Ollivander muttered nervously, while pulling Amon two steps inside.

"Ollivanders is committed to finding the right wand for every little wizard, and you're sure to get what you want here."

He took out a measuring tape.

"What is your dominant hand?"

"Right hand." Although the meeting process was a little different from what he imagined, Amon didn't mind picking a wand as soon as possible.

When Old Nott saw Ollivander starting to measure Amon, he didn't take his attitude towards him to heart.

For him, nothing was more important than choosing a suitable wand for his son, so he just stood there and waited - he would not sit on that dirty-looking chair.

After Ollivander carefully measured every data on Amon, he muttered something, turned around and left, and came back a few minutes later with a lot of floating boxes.

"Well first of all, American prickly ash, unicorn tail hair, twelve and a quarter inches long, a mysterious and stable combination."

Ollivander held a wand in both hands and handed it to Amon.

Amon took the wand into his hand without any reaction.

As if he had expected it, Ollivander snatched it away and stuffed another wand with a more beautiful shape and a scent.

"Rose wood, phoenix feathers, thirteen and one-half inches, a very possible combination."

This time the wand reacted a little in Amon's hand, and the tip of the wand shimmered.

Amon could feel the flow of magic power, but the feeling was not smooth, like water flowing in a half-frozen water pipe.

Sure enough, Ollivander took his wand back again.

"Wetland summer flower hawthorn, dragon's nerve, eleven inches, a very powerful combination."

The wand shot lightning.

Then it was taken back.

……