Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Mr. Ellison frowned tightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a clicking sound.

There was an opened letter in front of him.

After receiving a call from his wife Suli not long ago, he made a special trip to Mr. Granger's clinic to learn the whole story, but he was still a little doubtful.

After all, it is magic, something that exists in stories, but without being able to witness it with one’s own eyes, how can a normal person tear down and rebuild the three views that he has spent decades building?

"Suer, the person you mentioned will come tonight?" he asked.

"I don't know." Suer obediently held Angel and sat opposite Mr. Ellison. He shook his head. This was the first time he had met him in his two lifetimes.

Ellison's frown deepened.

Based on his original wishes, he would never believe such bizarre things. He had already planned for Sur's future plan. He would go abroad for further study after graduating from Eton College, and then come back to inherit his career and take care of him a hundred years later. Good Angel.

But the inexplicable magic school admission notice disrupted all his plans and ideas.

But Mr. Granger's experience is real.

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

As if a switch was pressed, Angel jumped out of Su Er's arms.

Is someone from Hogwarts here?

Mr. Ellison and Soul both cast their eyes toward the door.

"Sister Granger." Angel's cheerful voice sounded.

It's Hermione, why is she here?

When Hermione Granger came in holding Angel's little hand, she was startled by the serious atmosphere in the living room.

"Why are you here?" Suer raised his eyebrows.

"Good evening, Mr. Ellison." Hermione said hello to Ellison obediently before answering Soul's question, "I want to know more about Hogwarts, so I'm here, hehe .”

"Little Hermione, last night..." Before Ellison could finish speaking, there was another knock on the door.

Angel, who is still keen to open the door, appears.

"Grandpa, who are you looking for?" Angel's cute voice came from the door.

Su Er's heart tightened, here it comes!

The guest didn't seem to have any intention of entering immediately. He smiled and chatted with Angel at the door. Su Er sat in the living room and was in a state of confusion.

"Professor Dumbledore!" a slightly serious female voice reminded softly.

"Two people are here? Dumbledore, who is the other one?" Suer sat in his seat silently and began to lose focus.

Hermione answered his doubts and stood straight.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall."

A hale and hearty old man with a white beard walked in holding Angel with a smile. Behind him was a witch wearing a dark green wizard robe and a top hat.

Seemingly surprised that Hermione was also present, she responded with a smile:

"Good evening, Miss Granger."

"Dad, Guo Guo, grandpa is here to see you." Angel let go of her hand and jumped into Su Er's arms.

Dumbledore glanced at Soule gently before turning to Mr. Ellison.

"Good evening, Mr. Ellison," he said softly.

"Hello." Ellison stood up and responded.

Dumbledore's conversational skills were obviously very good, and Mr. Ellison was soon chatting and laughing with him.

"Guo Guo, eat some candy." Angel suddenly stuffed a white ball into Sur's mouth.

Hmm...it tastes like lemon.

"Is it delicious? Grandpa gave it to me." Angel said with a smile, and shared a piece with Hermione on the side.

Suer then noticed that there was a small bag in Angel's hand at some point, and the candy just now was taken out from it.

Mrs. Ellison came out of the kitchen with cookies and brought a cup of black tea to everyone present, except Angel, who could only drink milk.

The little guy didn't like drinking milk, but she had a way. She secretly threw a piece of white candy into the cup.

As long as it's sweet, milk is acceptable.

She happily took a sip.

The topic soon turned to where Sule went to school. In a short period of time, this knowledgeable old gentleman had won the respect of Mr. Ellison, but he still considered it and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Dumbledore, what kind of place is Hogwarts mentioned in the letter?"

Dumbledore pinched a piece of biscuit, chewed it in his mouth, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and then said:

"Hogwarts is a school with a history of thousands of years. It is responsible for teaching magic to young wizards."

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, and smiled when he saw that she was chatting with Hermione at some point.

It seems that when it comes to showing magic to Muggles, you have to do it yourself.

It’s a feeling I haven’t seen in a long time.

When Soul, who was watching everything on the side, saw the strong-boned wand in Dumbledore's hand, his heart trembled. This was the Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death.

The Ellisons were shocked and speechless. They watched blankly as the cup in their hands grew two legs and ran to the teapot. Then the teapot floated lightly and poured some black tea into it.

"Wow, the teacup is alive." Angel shouted.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and pointed his wand at the wooden chair next to Angel. The wooden chair turned into a silver-white pony with a golden horn on its forehead.

"It's a unicorn." Angel's eyes shone brightly, and she climbed up on her hands and feet, not feeling afraid at all.

The unicorn started running, running around the living room.

Angel's excited and happy laughter lingered in the living room.

After doing all this, Dumbledore picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"This...this..." Mr. Ellison stammered. Even though he was prepared, the shock to his outlook still left him open-mouthed. Mrs. Ellison was even more so, but she envied her daughter even more. Being able to ride a unicorn is a living thing!Live!

What little European girl doesn’t have a dream of riding a unicorn?

"Actually, this is just a kind of magic." Dumbledore said softly.

"Child." Dumbledore looked at Soul, "As you can see, are you willing to come to Hogwarts?"

"Of course, sir." Soul said softly.

"Then, this thing should be given to you." Dumbledore touched the ring, and a key appeared in his palm, "This is a... relic of your parents."

"My parents?" Suer looked at the Ellisons.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes, "Unfortunately, I left a little late. We have been looking for you for a long time."

"But it looks like you're living a happy life."

"Yes, sir." Suer held the key in his hand and tightened it.

Dumbledore smiled happily and looked at Angel's happy look.

He was silent for a while, sighed imperceptibly, waved his wand, only canceling the magic on the teapot and teacup, and winked at Suer, "The unicorn will stay with her all night, but don't Let it escape, otherwise I will be in trouble."

"Minerva, it's time for us to go," he said.

Professor McGonagall then walked forward, looked at Suhr carefully for a long time, and then gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Remember your last name, it is heroic and glorious."

"You and your parents look alike."

"You can come to me if you need anything at school."

"Welcome to Hogwarts."