Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

One morning in mid-July, a night of drizzle brought London a rare coolness in summer.

Golden sunlight passed through the gap in the curtains and shone on the face of a black-haired boy who was still frowning in his sleep.

The door to the small bedroom was gently pushed open, and a little blond girl who looked to be no more than four or five years old crept in.

The little girl secretly glanced at the boy who was still sleeping soundly, and suddenly rushed forward, letting out a string of laughter like silver bells: "Brother, it's time to get up~ We agreed that we are going to the amusement park today~"

The young man squinted his eyes and glanced at the simple silver alarm clock on the bedside, covered his face with the quilt and said: "Knightley, it's still early, let me sleep a little longer~"

Knightley reluctantly pulled away the quilt and yelled dissatisfied: "Dean, you lazy idiot! Don't forget that today is your birthday!"

Dean sighed resignedly, sat up reluctantly, pinched Knightley's creamy white face affectionately, and asked deliberately with a straight face: "Since you know today is my birthday, how about a birthday gift?" Woolen cloth?"

Knightley, who was like a doll, smiled slyly, took out something from her back, and stuffed it into Dean's hand like a treasure: "I decided to give you my most beloved treasure, are you satisfied?"

This... Dean looked a little silly looking at the exquisite little music box in his hand. He was just joking, but he didn't expect Knightley to be prepared for it.

If I remember correctly, this music box was a gift from a "big man" to Knightley, and the little girl couldn't put it down after getting it.

"Knightley, are you sure?" Dean took the music box and looked at it carefully. This hexagonal silver music box was engraved with mysterious and complex patterns, giving people a mysterious feeling.

Knightley bit her lip and looked at the music box in Dean's hand with longing eyes. After a while, she whispered: "I'm sure."

"Haha, I'm kidding you~ I've received your message. It's better for you to keep this music box yourself!" Dean smiled and put the music box into Knightley's hand.

Looking at the slightly yellowish big hand and the pure cream-colored little hand intertwined, Dean felt a slight pain in his heart. The slight difference in skin color always reminded him that there was an invisible barrier separating him from other people.

Knightley and the other twin siblings Fianna and Daniel were all born to Dean's mother and stepfather. As for Dean's biological father, almost no one has mentioned it. He only knows that his biological father gave them to him not long after he was born. Mother and son were ruthlessly abandoned.

His stepfather was very kind to Dean and could even make anyone ignore their slightly different skin colors, but Dean couldn't deceive himself. His different skin always made Dean feel a little alienated from the family.

Under normal circumstances, children who grow up in this kind of non-native family will have more or less psychological distortions in the process of growing up, but Dean has no worries in this regard at all.

On the one hand, his stepfather did treat him as his own and treated all the children equally; on the other hand, Dean had a secret that only he knew, that he was a time traveler.

Before time travel, Dean was a martial artist from an ancient eastern country in the 21st century. He fell asleep during a long-distance flight to Great Britain.

When he woke up again, he was Dean as a baby.

The experience of two lives made Dean quickly realize his embarrassing position in this reorganized family. Out of the instinct of self-protection and the education he received in his previous life, Dean chose what he thought was a wise way to live in the world - keeping a low profile.

After all, he traveled to Great Britain in the 20s and 90s. As an Oriental from the "future" in his previous life, he knew almost nothing about Great Britain at that time.

"Dean, if you get up, come down and have breakfast~" His mother, Mrs. Thomas, shouted from downstairs, awakening Dean from his reverie.

"Just come!" Dean responded casually and rushed into the bathroom.

Today is Dean's 11th birthday, so the breakfast is extremely rich.

When Dean came to the restaurant, others were already seated at the table, but everyone did not move and were patiently waiting for him, the protagonist.

"Happy birthday!" Fianna and Daniel each stuffed the gifts they prepared into Dean's arms - a set of Mark Harding's limited edition paints and a commemorative football with the West Ham United emblem on it.

"Thank you, thank you!" Dean was moved. He knew how long Fianna and Daniel, who were nine years old, had saved up their pocket money to prepare these two gifts.

Seeing that Dean was already seated, his stepfather Sean, who had been reading the newspaper, took the newspaper away from his eyes: "Dean, happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" Dean's tone was a little stiff. Not long ago, the two had a disagreement over school selection.

Mrs. Thomas glanced at her husband, then placed a fifty-pound note in front of Dean and said with a smile: "Dean, Sean and I have discussed it. Today you are 11 years old. You can make your own decisions on some things. How about buying whatever birthday present you want yourself?"

Dean silently looked at the brand-new banknotes, then glanced at the Eton College Alumni Association badge on his stepfather's chest, lowered his eyelids and asked softly: "...So I can decide which school to choose, right?" ?"

Mrs. Thomas's smile froze, and she looked at her expressionless husband anxiously and said, "Dean, we will discuss this issue later. Don't forget that today is your birthday. Sean specially asked for leave and was going to take us there. Playground.”

Dean didn't seem to hear the plea in his mother's voice. He stared at the man sitting in the main seat and asked stubbornly: "Can I choose a junior high school according to my own wishes?"

Sean Thomas sighed softly, put the knife and fork back in place, raised his head and looked into his stepson's eyes, and said seriously: "Dean, originally I didn't want to spoil your fun today, but if you insist ——As I said before, Eton College is the dream of everyone in the UK and is much better than the community middle school you want to go to. I don’t understand why you are so resistant?”

"Dean, your stepfather is right. In order for you to enter Eton College, he relied on a lot of connections..." Mrs. Thomas helped.

"Eton College is very good, but I just want to choose my own path in the future." Dean said stubbornly.

As a time-traveler, Dean had some talent and didn't care about studying, so he didn't want to constrain his nature by entering the strict rules of Eton College.

"How about this? I'll find an opportunity to take you to visit Eton College another day. After seeing the environment there, maybe you will change your mind." Sean was not prepared to conflict with Dean on this special day, so he retreated. And seek the next best advice.

Dean opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw the pleading expression on his mother's face, he struggled in his heart and finally closed his mouth.

There was an awkward silence in the restaurant. At this moment, Knightley pointed to the window and let out an excited scream: "Oh my God, look, there is an owl with an envelope in its mouth!"