More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye. Karl and Polo, as well as the manservant George and a black cat named Hettings, lived in their home.

Time has a magical power, and the sorrow of the past is gradually buried deep in his heart. Carl can now calmly face this group of inhuman creatures that suddenly appeared in his home.

Ocono Polo was very ordinary and unique in his daily life. He often left early in the morning and came back late at night with his newspaper, traveling through various places of accidents and tragedies in London.

During the meal, he did not shy away from telling those tragedies, and he happily discussed with his assistant black cat Hatings which tragedy was more "delicious".

Except for this difference from ordinary people, he is more like a Frenchman: he loves food, pursues exquisite life, and speaks slowly and with a unique accent.

The valet George is a servant brought by Polo. He is a tall, square-faced man. He has a weak presence in the family, but he quietly takes good care of everyone.

There is also the talking black cat, Hettings. He is Polo's assistant. He will patrol the entire London for Polo every night, looking for tragedies that are about to happen. From time to time, he will also bring clues to Carl and Polo.

Here are some flowers with morning dew on them.

During the day, he would stay with Carl.

"Magic is a very dangerous ability." Black Cat flipped through a fresh newspaper - this was his job and his hobby - and told Carl, "Don't study it outside my sight."

It's not that Carl has never thought about letting Polo or Hettings teach him the real magic, it would be better than figuring it out on his own.

But both Polo and Hettings rejected Karl.

Because they don't understand magic, or to be precise, they don't understand the magic of this world.

"Okenor may already know it." Black Cat Hettings hinted to Carl privately, "But he will not teach you in vain. You must pay for what you get. This is his principle."

Naturally, Karl had nothing to offer.

As the start of school approached, Carl gradually became anxious and unable to study his abilities with peace of mind. He would go to the mailbox at the door every morning to check, or look at every bird in the sky.

The Hogwarts owl never arrived.

This state of affairs lasted until August 20th. After breakfast, while they were eating the sandwich carefully cooked by George in silence, Polo suddenly said: "It seems that Hogwarts is no longer planning to recruit you."

Karl lowered his head and looked at the pattern on the porcelain plate: "Yes, sir."

"This is actually quite good, kid." Polo comforted, "The world of ordinary people is just as wonderful."

Karl raised his head with a surprised look on his face.

He didn't expect Polo to comfort him, it was more like what Hattings would say.

"What's so surprising?" Polo seemed amused by Karl's surprise, "Although I am a devil, no one understands human beings better than me."

No, you don't understand. Thinking of the tragic story that Polo told at the dinner table last night: "A social animal died of overwork, and a black-hearted company tried to blackmail his family and shirk their responsibilities", Karl felt quite subtle in his heart.

At least humans don't talk about that at the table.

"If you have no questions, I will contact Shiteng Middle School. I think they will be willing to send you an admission notice." Polo stretched out his thumb and index finger and pinched them together, "It only costs a handful of gold."

Stonewood Middle School is a full boarding private middle school that previously admitted Carl. For residents here in East London, it is already one of the best middle schools to choose.

At least their examination of family background is not strict.

"Okay." After knowing that this world has magic, Carl no longer cares about which school he goes to. He is still looking forward to Hogwarts.

In the face of superior power, what do worldly things mean?

"if······"

Before Karl could finish speaking, the sudden sound of the doorbell interrupted his words.

George bowed slightly and walked out of the living room. Soon, a tall, strange-looking old man was led into the living room by George.

He has a tall and thin figure, with long silver hair and beard. Behind his half-moon eyes are a pair of smiling blue eyes. "Hello, gentlemen, nice to meet you. I seem to be disturbing your meal."

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is currently the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"There seems to be some problems with our admissions process." Dumbledore said after sitting down.

Karl's breathing couldn't help but become heavy. He suppressed his excitement and tried to sit up straight to make himself look more energetic.

"Those owls couldn't find a man named Carl Gavis Turinus. In order to prevent any accidents, I, who happens to be in London, came to visit me personally."

"Mr. Poirot." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the expressionless Poirot, "I think I can explain some of your doubts."

Polo did not speak immediately. He stroked his perfect mustache with his hand and stared at Dumbledore, as if he was thinking about something in his mind.

Carl looked at Polo's reluctance to speak and couldn't help but ask first: "Mr. Dumbledore, did you just say Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts, a magic school that teaches young wizards magic." Dumbledore was very familiar with the current situation. In the years when he was not the principal, he had participated in similar conversations more than once.

"Magic is a magic that exists in the world and is not known to Muggles. In the wizarding school, we have the best teachers. All the little wizards will join Hogwarts, where they can control themselves through learning.

the power of."

Dumbledore's tone was slow, and there was an unspeakable magic in his voice, which plunged the entire room into an unspeakable mystery.

Even though he had known that this moment would come, Karl still couldn't help but squeeze his hands.

"Harry Potter"!

magic!

Back from the dead!

He can already see a better future.

"Professor Dumbledore," Polo was not affected by Dumbledore. He suddenly stood up, breaking the mystery in the air.

With a smile on his face, he walked to the coffee table aside and took the freshly warmed teapot from George's hand, "Would you like to try black tea? This is this year's new product."

He poured three cups of tea, placed the cups in front of Carl and Dumbledore, and took this opportunity to fully brew his emotions: "I believe you, Professor Dumbledore, magic does exist - even though after so many years,

I have never seen it, let alone heard any related legends."

This is really like a parent who really knows nothing, Carl thought secretly as he looked at Polo who was performing seriously.

"I think I can perform." Dumbledore winked at Carl, his blue eyes full of smiles, "Although it's been a long time since I performed magic in front of Muggle parents, that is, parents who don't know magic.

."

He took out a strange-shaped short stick from nowhere and waved it lightly.

The cup in front of Carl turned into a mighty lion the size of a fist.

This was the first time that Carl saw magic performed by others. He curiously stretched out his hand to the lion, but was frightened away by the lion's claws and fangs.

"It seems like it wants to bite me?" Carl asked.

"You scared it." Dumbledore said softly, "You can say hello to it and it will respond to you."

Carl did as he was told, and the lion did not resist Carl's second touch.

"It's amazing!" Karl touched the soft and warm belly, "It's just like the real thing."
Chapter completed!