Chapter 1

"HEMA! Get up. We're going to Diagon lane. If you don't want to go? Forget it ~ "

"Well? Diagon lane, I'll get up right away, but Hannah, can you go down first? "

The handsome boy opened his eyes in a daze and saw a familiar little face in front of him.

The curly blond hair around his nose made him want to sneeze.

"But this is my bed. You rolled down from it again!"

The girl frowned, turned over and pressed directly on his stomach, making him a little out of breath.

"Hannah, Hannah! I was wrong. My mother said she would take us to buy a new bed tomorrow. Let you have the new bed! " HEMA also immediately begged for mercy.

"Well, give me the bed you said." Hannah smiled, climbed out of bed and ran out of the bedroom.

Looking at little Hannah's robe, HEMA was a little sad at the moment.

After all, his cheap sister received a letter from Hogwarts last year (yes, she is the iron Hannah), but his brother didn't.

But this was also expected. After all, he was not a child of the Aibo family, but an adopted orphan (starting orphanage plus one).

But anyway, I'm also a through... Rebirth. Anyway, it's a template for the hero, but why didn't I even receive a letter?

My owl won't be cut off by some guy?!

But it doesn't matter. Although magic is a good thing, Harry Potter is not a fairy tale, but a fantasy story full of dark sides.

For example, Hannah's mother, his current adoptive mother, Mrs. Aibo, died miserably at the hands of death eaters in the later stage of the original book.

So for him, he doesn't want to fight with a strange uncle without a nose and a wise and cold old man with a white beard.

It's better not to go to Hogwarts! Harry, they can solve it. They just have to save their family's life.

Before HEMA's thoughts fell, HEMA was immediately attracted by the sound of the window.

I saw a gray black owl rolling by the window, and the envelope in its mouth slipped through the crack of the window.

HEMA was stunned at first, and then walked quickly over, saying "don't be my admission notice, don't be my admission notice!"

Well, no, this letter really doesn't seem to be for me, Hannah Abbott.

I said, I am an adopted orphan, or from an orphanage in Muggle world.

If every orphan has magic talent, it's not a mess!

I'd better study hard, fight for the golden penguin and kick Arima!

"HEMA, why don't you pack up... That letter, HEMA!? Are you also by Hogwarts...! "

Hannah was also very happy to see what HEMA had in her hand. After all, although they often had a little friction, they still admired their brother.

After all, since childhood, he has been smarter than other children. He is good at learning and sports, and even knows a lot of knowledge that adults don't know!

So even at Hogwarts, she believes HEMA will be just as good!

But then HEMA waved her hand and pointed to her name, making her smile fade.

Looking at HEMA with a salted fish face, I thought the other party was sad because he had no magic talent.

"HEMA, don't be unhappy. Even if you don't have magic, you are the best in Muggles. I believe you!"

Hearing Hannah's encouragement, HEMA, who had been Sima's face, couldn't help smiling and stroking each other's head.

It seems that Hannah is taller than him. It seems that girls grow taller than boys.

"I'm fine, Hannah. In fact, it doesn't matter whether I have magic talent or not. The only important thing is that you and your mother can spend every day happily."

"Well, by the way, let me see what the letter says!"

Hannah quickly opened the envelope, and her calm little face gradually distorted in HEMA's perspective.

"No! HEMA, an important guest is coming to our house! Headmaster of Hogwarts, headmaster Dumbledore! I'll tell my mother first! "

With that, Hannah threw down the envelope and ran out, while HEMA stayed where she was, and her head hurt.

Old Deng is coming to... See Hannah? Am I a jumper or are you a jumper?

Ah ~ just right, I don't want to meet this wise wizard for the time being.

But half an hour later, when HEMA looked at the old man with white beard sitting opposite her, she hated her crow mouth.

"Mr. HEMA, don't be too nervous. I'm not here as the headmaster, but an ordinary old man who comes here as a guest."

Dumbledore smiled at him, grabbed a piece of milk candy on the table, skillfully peeled off the paper and put it in his mouth.

"No, Mr. headmaster, I'm just surprised why you came here to see me in person." HEMA smiled back half true and half false.

"Well, I know you have this question. Then, Mr. HEMA, are you interested in listening to me tell a story?"

"Yes, Mr. principal."

Seeing that HEMA had completely settled down, Dumbledore closed his eyes, as if remembering something, and slowly opened his eyes a few seconds later.

A long time ago, before the mysterious man, there was a very powerful black wizard in the magic world. He was also recognized as "..." HEMA also hung her hands on the cake. I believe you ghost, you bad old man, very bad!

Now, with short hands and soft mouth, Hogwarts has to go!

"Well, Ms. Aibo, and dear Miss Hannah, don't hide in the corner. Come out and eat the cake. In addition to the cake, I also brought some candy I like very much."

With Dumbledore's eyes swept away, at the corner of the stairs, the Aibo mother and daughter who had been eavesdropping came out embarrassed.