HP Wendy's crossing running account

The Dumbledore who appeared in front of Wendy was very different from what she had imagined.

This thin and tall man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his handsome face is inlaid with a pair of blue eyes that seem gentle but actually reveal indifference (they are wise and playful).Although he is at least 50 years old, there are only a few fine lines at the corners of the eyes on his face that do not affect his appearance at all.The brown beard fell just to the third button of his shirt, and there was no bow on it.His loose reddish-brown hair exudes a romantic temperament of a wandering artist, which is incompatible with his velvet suit.

Wendy's face was paralyzed, and the villain in her heart was already rolling on the ground with laughter: "Who is this wild and handsome uncle, I don't know him hahahahaha."

"The unrestrained handsome uncle" stepped forward and held out his hand: "Hi, Tom, Wendy."

Tom stood in front of Wendy in a protective posture, looked at Dumbledore warily, and then reached out to shake his hand: "Hi, sir. Who are you?"

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair to them, sat down and pretended to have a long conversation: "I am Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor?" Tom tilted his head, "Which school's professor? I've never heard of your name." After speaking, he looked at Wendy inquiringly.

Wendy shook her head cooperatively.

Tom looked at the man in front of him more and more confidently.

Dumbledore looked at the guarded boy and the quiet girl standing behind him, and smiled knowingly: "Don't be nervous, let's sit down and talk—(even if you don't believe me) you should at least believe in bringing me here Anna."

The two children looked at each other, nodded, and then obediently sat side by side on the bed.Dumbledore noticed that their hands were clasped tightly.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work in a school called Hogwarts." He paused here, and then continued when no one interrupted, "I'm here to invite you to my school Study, if you will."

"Sorry, I don't remember applying for a school called 'Hogwarts'. In fact, I have never heard of such a school in England." The rejection in Tom's words was obvious.

"Oh, don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. Hogwarts is a school for exceptionally talented people—"

"Special talent?"

"Yes. Have any strange things happened around you? Some unreasonable—"

"No!" Tom suddenly jumped up from the bed. Ever since he read a science fiction novel about people with superpowers being sent to the research institute as experimental materials, he has been deliberately hiding his and Wendy's magical abilities.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Tom seemed to realize his gaffe, showing a naive look that tried to hide: "I don't understand what you are talking about, sir."

The tall man smiled slightly, giving people a sense of oppression that had nowhere to hide.

"Tom, it's too fake." Wendy said, "This gentleman obviously doesn't believe it."

Tom's expression suddenly changed. He was like a wild beast driven to a corner, staring fiercely at the man's seemingly omniscient face, and at the same time ordered hoarsely: "Wendy, go to the window! You know what to do?" How to do it!" He opened his arms and bowed slightly, standing in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't seem to see the attack signal emanating from Tom, and his smile deepened: "It seems that you know what I'm talking about. Besides, it's a very good sense of self-protection. To be honest, I'm surprised, it's me The smartest little wizard I've ever seen. But—" Dumbledore pulled out his wand, waved it lightly, and a ball of flame flew out from the tip of the wand, circled the room lively, and finally exploded in the air, Turned into countless sparks.

Tom's eyes widened.Wendy also watched with great interest: How to control the movement of the flame?Simple force magic doesn't seem to be able to do it.

"I am the same as you."

Tom became a little excited: "Sir, professor, what is it in your hand?"

"Wands, the most loyal friends of wizards. You will have them when the time comes."

"Then, the school you speak of?"

"Yes, it is a magic school."

"Magic school! That's right, I should have thought of it a long time ago." Tom obviously let go of Dumbledore's wariness because of the flame magic, and looked at the man in front of him with bright eyes, "There are 600 children who have stayed in the orphanage these years. Many people, only me and Wendy who can do magic. Even at a 1/500 chance, 4500 of the 9 million people in the UK are wizards. Strangely, I never heard of more wizards So, you're hiding. But I've always wondered how wizards like Wendy and I hide among ordinary people, and now I know - there's a magic school! Take all the young wizards away! Then everything will make sense."

"Excellent! Your reasoning is almost true! Except, the number of wizards in England is not as many as you estimated." Dumbledore responded to Tom's expectant gaze without hesitation.

Seeing that Tom's brain froze with excitement, Wendy interjected in time: "Sir, how did you find us? There are so many children in the UK, so it's difficult to find the few little wizards, right?"

"It's not difficult, Wendy. Hogwarts has a magic list, and every little wizard in England is listed on it with their birth name and address. According to the list, every year the professors will look for the birth names of the students who enrolled that year. A little wizard among ordinary people."

"Born among ordinary people? Then, are there any little wizards whose parents are wizards?" Wendy opened her eyes wide and continued to ask the question she already knew the answer to.Sure enough, Tom's attention was also attracted, and they looked at Dumbledore with piercing eyes.

"Yes. Some parents are wizards, some parents are wizards, and some parents are ordinary people."

"Is it true that young wizards born in wizarding families account for the majority? Then people like me and Tom will be looked down upon?" Tom couldn't help becoming serious when he heard this question.

Dumbledore looked at Wendy in surprise, with a hint of reassurance in his tone: "Young wizards from wizarding families do make up the majority. But from my experience, Muggles——are ordinary people's wizards." Meaning—born wizards are no less capable than others. Although, we can't make everyone think the same—"

"That is to say, is there a bias?" Tom interjected.

Dumbledore nodded calmly.

"But I'm not afraid." Tom clenched his fist.

"Have you agreed to go to Hogwarts?"

Tom hesitated again, obviously thinking of his appointment with Solomon to go to Eton College together. "Can we...can we discuss it?"

"Of course." Dumbledore got up, "Do you need me to go out?"

"No, we have nothing that cannot be heard."

Having said that, Dumbledore stepped back to the door, leaving the interior space to the two children.

Wendy spoke first: "It doesn't matter to me. Correspondence courses can be taken anywhere, as long as the medical level of Hogwarts passes the test. But what about you, Tom? I heard that Eton College is the best middle school in the UK. And , what are you going to do with Solomon?"

Tom was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "I can study those contents in middle school by myself. Newspapers can also be delivered by mail every day. However, there is only one chance to learn magic. If you miss it, you will lose it."

"kindness."

"Don't you want to? The ones we do are tricks at best! Have you seen his flame?! There is also a magic list that can automatically sense information about all the little wizards in Britain! This is real magic!"

"Tom has decided to go?"

"Yes!" Tom said with determination, "I'll write to Solomon and Mr. Wilkman to apologize. Wendy, you?"

Wendy looked at Tom's anxious eyes and smiled: "Of course I'm with Tom."

The black-haired, black-eyed boy let out a sigh of relief and smiled happily.

The two children held hands and ran to Dumbledore who seemed to be wandering: "Professor, we have decided to go to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore took out a few sheets of paper from his pocket and distributed them to Tom and Wendy: "Here is your bibliography and list of school supplies. I can accompany you to buy everything—"

"I don't (with you)—" Tom's words were abruptly interrupted by Wendy: "Leaving now? Sir."

Tom tugged at the corner of Wendy's clothes in dissatisfaction, and whispered to his ear: "What are you doing? The two of us can go by ourselves, as long as we ask for the address."

Wendy also bit her ear back: "It's better to have a guide than no one, and you can also inquire about wizards. Besides, if there is danger—"

Tom suddenly realized and glanced at Wendy's small body: "Alright. Since it's a strange place, you really need an extra layer of protection."

Dumbledore smiled and watched them finish their muttering before saying, "Then let's go now."

The author has something to say:

Miss Wendy said that although she didn't say a few words, she was really tired.

Also, I suddenly discovered that I had to go home from the 8th to the 13th. I didn't want to find out that I was writing a novel at home, so I didn't plan to bring my computer. . .So, I wrote again last night.Damn, I can't finish reading the paper.woo woo woo...