Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

December 1991, 7

In the bustling streets of London, the gray sky is filled with smoke. An owl lands on a window sill, only to be driven away by a ruthless hand.

The owl flew towards the 56 square kilometer borough of Redbridge in northeast London.

Eventually, the owl ended up in an orphanage in London called Dr. Barnardos Home.

The building was old-fashioned and gloomy, and in one of the rooms, a black-haired boy lay with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was in great pain. An unopened letter sat on the table next to his bed, with a boy's name written on it.

Anakin slowly opened his eyes. He has sea green eyes and pale skin. Although his face was quite handsome, the hideous wounds on his body proved the pain he had experienced.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" Anakin sat up weakly.

"Am I not seriously ill?" Anakin recalled that he had been in the hospital bed and received treatment one after another. He expected and prayed before the operation again and again; but after the operation, he only received disappointment.

Anakin was once unable to accept the cruel fact, but after undergoing operations again and again, he no longer had any hope for himself, because he knew that his short life was about to end. However, just when Anakin closed his eyes and calmly accepted this cruel fact, God seemed to play a joke on him, causing his consciousness that should have slept forever to be born in the body of a British child.

Anakin realized this too. And when he was curious about everything around him, there was a knock and a knock on the door. Then, the closed door suddenly flew open.

"Anakin, someone's here to see you."

There were two people standing outside the door. On the left was a skinny, slightly arrogant man. He was the administrator of the orphanage, named Mr. Colin.

And standing next to him was an unexpected visitor, a burly man. His face is almost hidden by long unkempt hair and a thick tangled beard, but you can still see his sparkling black beetle-like eyes.

Mr. Colin seemed frightened of the man. The giant struggled to squeeze into the room, hunched over to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. Anakin thought he looked familiar, and suddenly, he remembered...

"Wow! I'm in the world of Harry Potter and this is Hagrid!"

"To be honest, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keykeeper and Gamekeeper at Hogwarts."

When Mr. Colin heard the word "Hogwarts", he couldn't help but ask:

"What is Hogwarts?"

"Hogwarts is not a special place and has nothing to do with magic... Wait a moment, I want to talk to this child alone." Hagrid answered eagerly and irritably, and then Mr. Lin pushed out of the room, and then closed the door tightly.

Anakin couldn't help feeling speechless, "Rupert? He's as tight-lipped as a jar? Hagrid really lives up to his reputation."

Hagrid took out a crumpled letter from his pocket and handed it to Anakin.

"So, what is Hogwarts?"

"Anakin, you are a wizard. And Hogwarts is a place for young wizards to learn magic."

Anakin took the letter, which was written in emerald green ink: Dr. Barnardos House, Redbridge Borough, London, to Mr. Anakin Wilson. He opened the letter and began to read: "Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore.

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Association of Wizards, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin) Dear Mr. Wilson: We are very pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The covering letter is a list of required books and equipment. The semester will begin on September 1st. We look forward to hearing from you by July 31st. Enter Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.

"Okay, you pack your luggage. I will pick you up tomorrow to go to Diagon Alley to buy a wand." After Hagrid finished speaking, he left Anakin's room. "