Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

"All ready, cpr"

"Quick, add the defibrillator and do it again."

"Intensify"

...

Ye An felt like he was floating in a gray space with nothing in it.

Probably my own consciousness is slowly dissipating, maybe I am going to die.

Facing death, he felt a little scared.But again, he would still choose to save the little girl, this is human instinct.

It's just that in this world, there are things he cares about and people who care about him.

Amidst the doctor's anxious shouts, Ye An's consciousness kept falling into the endless abyss.

"Maybe not if I plan well..."

...

The gray sky fell heavily, as if to suffocate people.

London always has this cloudy sky, coupled with the low European-style buildings, revealing a gloomy atmosphere.

Large groups of leaves wrapped in the wind and flew quickly past the corners of the eaves and walls, like ghosts reporting funerals, passing by, bringing a classical villa full of British style.This is a spacious and luxurious European-style room. A soft bed is placed in the center of the room. The bedside table has an old desk lamp with a European-style classic taste, and a classic small wooden cabinet on the other side.A large floor-to-ceiling window is opened on the wall next to it, and European-style thick curtains are hung. There is a space between the dark wooden floor and the high-rise building. A raised platform is specially built to place reclining chairs, desks, and desks. There was a copy of the Thames Daily.

There was a little boy lazily leaning on that recliner, with pale yellow hair and snow-white skin.What is especially special is the clear eyes like mountain springs. In this dark-toned room, they are as bright as the first star flashing in the sky in the early morning.

At this moment, he is looking at an owl, which is an experience he never had in his previous life.

The boy's name is Mike Bryan. After being in a coma on the operating table, he traveled to London, England in 1982 in a very humane way without pain and became a little boy over 2 years old.When he found out that he was a kid, he refused in his heart, but he was ecstatic when he learned that the world was 40 years ago.

Without him, you can get rich.

However, children over two years old cannot let their parents buy all the Lafites that leave the factory this year.Do I tell my parents that I don't want to drink milk and I want to drink?Even if it is to suffer a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Buy lottery tickets?But who remembers the British lottery in the 80s.

But these are not important at the moment, because Brian suddenly finds that the world seems a bit weird, why are there owls in broad daylight?

He stared blankly at the owl outside the window, or at the brown envelope wrapped in thick parchment on the owl's talons.

Brian simply suspected that he had fallen asleep.

He stood up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed that he was awake, walked slowly to the window, and drew the thick curtains with a brush.

"Damn it, it's unlucky to see an owl during the day. Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough."

The owl was furious. It slammed against the glass twice. After seeing nothing, it quickly flew to the other side of the house, flew in through an open window, flapped its wings, and rushed straight into Brian's room. , dropped the letter at his feet, and gave Brian a hard peck.

"Oh!"

Brian yelled in pain, and looked back at the owl in disbelief.

He was a little uncertain whether it was an owl or a monster that had become a spirit.

Just as he was about to do something, he heard footsteps on the stairs interrupted, and a soft shout sounded: "Brian, what's wrong with you? I seem to have seen something fly in just now."

A woman in an elegant black long dress walked in, her long light brown hair was pulled up high in a bun like a lady's, but she didn't show any old-fashioned.On the contrary, it perfectly showed the arc of her round chin, and her slender neck was as elegant as a swan.The years did not leave any traces on her face, on the contrary, it became more beautiful.

Mrs. Brian, Eleanor, saw her son fighting with an owl, and her expression was a little inconceivable. In her impression, his son had a maturity that did not meet his peers.Well, maybe it can be called laziness. When the summer vacation came, he would lie on that chair and read the newspaper every day, or just write and draw at the desk. He had never seen his classmates or friends.

When Eleanor was thinking slowly, she noticed the parchment-wrapped letter under Brian's feet, with a strange expression on her face.She raised her head to look at the owl, and the owl quickly sensed Eleanor's gaze, let out a "goo", and wanted to leave.But as if he was not relieved, he slapped Brian hard with his wings, and then quickly flew out of the room.

"Mom" Brian was a little embarrassed. She felt that she had never been so naive, and raised her head to explain something.Eleanor spoke first and said, "Since you have nothing to do, I'll go down first. I've prepared some snacks, so you can come down and eat."

Eleanor smiled lightly, turned and left the room.

Brian picked up the envelope with a look of lovelessness on his face.Looking for a reclining chair and leaning on the armrests, he lay down, staggering, trying to find some comfort.He looked at the weird envelope in front of him. On the brown parchment envelope, a line of fancy English was written in emerald green ink:

Mr. Mike Bryan, 2nd Floor Bedroom, Sea House 2, Kings Road, Whitstable

There was no sender's name on the envelope, and Brian shook the recliner gently, searching the list of senders in his mind.

After pondering for a long time but without an answer, Brian sighed and gently turned the envelope over, ready to open it for a look.On the back of the envelope was a wax seal and a strange design, a coat of arms with a capital h surrounded by four strange animals, like a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

This strange familiarity.Brian narrowed his eyes. This series of strange events gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Brian stretched, gently opened the envelope, took out the letter and read:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, first-class magician of the Merlin Sir Order).

Dear Mr. Bryan: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.Sincerely, Deputy Principal (Female) Minerva McGonagall.

Calculating the current time, the thick texture of the parchment in his hand made Brian rule out the possibility of pranks.He squeezed his hands tightly, and the letter paper in his hand trembled slightly.

My God, this is an admission letter from Hogwarts.No wonder, besides the magic school, who would have an owl to deliver letters.

He actually traveled to the parallel time and space of Harry Potter?

In the past 11 years, he has been making annual plans for the future according to the familiar real world, but now he suddenly told him that this is a magical world completely unfamiliar to him.

what to do?Brian tapped the armrest of the recliner lightly and regularly with his fingers, which was his usual way of thinking.

However, at this moment, an inexplicable voice suddenly sounded in Brian's mind.

[It is detected that the host has received the wizard school admission notice, and the wizard system is officially launched]

[The task is being generated, please wait]

[Ding, novice task: Get a magic wand that suits you, and use the first magic without guidance]

[Mission introduction: As a wizard who wants to stand at the top of the food chain in the wizarding world, how can he not use magic?If you learn the first magic before entering school, you will be rewarded by the system.Let's start fighting for a bright future! 】

The mechanical and serious voice of the system sounded in Brian's mind, reminding him.

Brian tilted his head and twitched the corners of his mouth.

This is Goldfinger?It seems quite humane, and he will also feed chicken soup.

Although I have watched a series of Harry Potter novels and movies in my previous life, but I have been reborn for 11 years, I remember some major events, and I have forgotten the specific plots. What should I do?

As if thinking of something, Brian solemnly spread out the pamphlet, clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice, "Seven-year study safety guide no. 1: The farther away from Harry Potter, the better!"