The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

For a traveler who is ready to study hard, work hard in scientific research, and strive for the socialist modernization all his life in the future.

For a traveler who is ready to devote himself to scientific research and has carefully planned for more than ten years.

For a person who has read hundreds of core journals before the age of eleven, he is fully prepared to become a scientist.

...

What was the cruelest thing for him?

Undoubtedly, that is to tell him that the world he lives in is not scientific, but magical!

Unlovable? Disappointed? Three views burst? ...It's hard to express the mood of Jon Hart at this time in words.

With trembling hands, he opened the fourth and last letter.

"Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, First Class Wizard of the Merlin Order).

Dear Mr. Hart:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to start on September 1. We will be waiting for your reply from your owl by July 31st.

Vice Principal (female) Minerva McGonagall

sincerely"

This familiar content in the letter can't be wrong!

It's only 1992, and it's still five years before JK Rowling wrote the original Harry Potter book...so a few steps can't be a prank.

So there is only one possibility left, and that is the world he has been in for more than ten years, which is actually the world in HP.

How did he feel, the atmosphere suddenly became fantastic.

"What's the matter, dear?" Judy quickly noticed the strangeness in her son's expression.

"No...nothing..." Jon stammered, then handed the letter in his hand: "That's right, there's a letter from a school!"

Eric and Judy took Jon's letter suspiciously.

five minutes later.

"I think it's a prank!" Mr. Hart said with a serious face.

"Yeah, this letter is too bizarre, a magic school? How is that possible!" Mrs. Hart also screamed.

Jon smiled wryly. According to his memory in his previous life, Hogwarts should send a teacher to explain the existence of the wizarding world to his parents...

"I think we should call the police, such a silly prank!" Eric was still chattering.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"A guest coming?" Judy quickly adjusted her apron and went out to open the courtyard door.

Outside the door stood a stern, strange woman with square glasses that looked exactly like the lines around the cat's eyes; she wore an emerald green cloak, and her jet-black hair was pulled into a tight bun.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jon Hart's guardian?" The other party spoke in a stern tone.

"Hello, I'm his mother, may I ask you?" Judy asked softly.

"Minerva McGonagall!" the woman outside the door replied, "I'm a professor."

Jon raised his head and glanced at the serious middle-aged woman with an embarrassed expression on her face... He suddenly remembered the "wild cat" that kicked away by the mailbox ten minutes ago.

"Oh, welcome!" Judy's face suddenly brightened, she invited Professor McGonagall into the house and asked, "Excuse me, are you from Eton College?"

"What?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help frowning, shaking her head and saying, "I play for Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts?" Judy was taken aback when she heard this somewhat unfamiliar word.

"Wait!" Eric hurriedly glanced at the letter in his hand: "You mean...Professor McGonagall...Hogwarts...Isn't this a prank?"

Because of surprise, his tone became a little stuttered.

"Of course!" Professor McGonagall said with some disdain: "Hogwarts is a school for people with special talents, a magic school with a long history of more than a thousand years."

"So you mean...that letter is true?" Judy's face turned pale.

"As Ma-ordinary people, you don't know that magic is forgivable, but..."

"Ah..." Judy screamed.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the door just now, suddenly disappeared, and a tabby cat appeared in the place where she was just now.

"This... what's the situation?" Eric stammered. He had never spoken so incoherently in his life as he did today.

"However, magic does exist."

The tabby cat walked into the room gracefully, glared at Jon fiercely, then sat down on the sofa and changed back to Professor McGonagall.

She turned her gaze to Jon, who was on the side, and said slowly, "Mr Hart, unlike your parents, you are not an ordinary person, but a born wizard; being a member of Hogwarts, you can Helping you really master your talent."

Looking at Jon with a sullen face, Professor McGonagall thought that the child was frightened by what he said. In fact, this was often the case when visiting young Muggle-born wizards for the first time.

"Perhaps you have doubts about what I say, Mr. Hart!" Professor McGonagall continued, "Have you acquired any talent that is different from others? Did anything strange happen when you were scared or angry? "

Extraordinary talent... Does outstanding memory count? Could it be that he is the legendary memory magus?

When his emotions were out of control, what strange things happened... In fact, after transmigration, he has a psychological age of nearly forty years old, and he will no longer make the same fuss as ordinary children, so Jon has almost never been out of control. Naturally Does not cause the magic to get out of control.

so? Are you really a wizard? A so-called "Mudblood" born in a "Muggle" family?

Watching Jon's sluggish expression gradually recover, Professor McGonagall stood up.

"Mr. Hart, it's up to you and your parents to decide whether to come to Hogwarts and become a real wizard?"

"The list of books and school supplies you need to study at Hogwarts is in that letter; you can go to Diagon Alley in London and buy them all."

"By the way, the address of Diagon Alley..."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a small stick-like thing from the cloak, and with a flick of it, a line of words appeared on the wall of Jon's house:

"117 Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London."

"Then farewell, the Harts!"

After speaking, she walked out of the room and disappeared.

Wait a minute, Judy tried to chase it out, but as soon as she got to the door, she found that there was no trace of the other party at all.

Obviously, not everyone can enjoy the same treatment as the savior who took him to Diagon Alley to buy things.

"Is this a dream?" Judy, who returned to the room, murmured.

"Mom, I don't think so!" Jon smiled helplessly and said, "It's impossible that all three of us have the same dream!"