2 The Past of the Andersons' House

No one moved, everyone froze in place for at least half an hour...Well, it was actually only about ten seconds.

Albert bent down and picked up the pale yellow envelope. It was an unstamped letter with a line written in emerald-green ink. He read it out softly.

"Tiber Avenue, 19, entrance, Mr. Albert Anderson."

When Albert read this text, he discovered that he had actually triggered a task.

[The Wizarding Way]

[You have the potential to become a wizard, but you are not yet qualified. Now you have a precious opportunity to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and become a student.]

[Reward 10,000 experience, 2 skill points, and wizard blood +1.]

Wizard blood?

Albert was stunned.

What the hell was this.

The 2 skill points were very tempting. He would only get 1 point by becoming a student at Eton College, and Albert had only got 3 skill points after saving up for so many years, and yet he was not willing to use it.

However, what's even worse was that it is still the world of fiction.

The magical world of Harry Potter?

Albert turned the envelope over and he saw the Hogwarts shield coat of arms, with a capital "H" on it, surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Mom, will the zoo train owls to be postmen now?" Niya stared curiously at the owl staying nearby.

"Niya, I don't think anyone will send a letter with an owl. At least normal people don't. Maybe, this is just a prank." Daisy looked at her husband, saw Herb cursing brows, and asked: " What's wrong, my dear, is it time for me to go out."

"It's nothing, Albert, show me the letter," Herb said softly.

"Oh, here." Albert gave the envelope to his father.

"Honey!" Daisy was a little upset.

Without paying attention to the displeasure on his wife's face, Herb quickly opened the envelope, took out the parchment and glanced at it, and said, "Children, it seems that our plan is going to be postponed."

"Dear Herb, what happened? What's the content of the letter?" Daisy felt that her husband was a little abnormal, and her tone couldn't help getting worse.

"Dad, what's in the letter?" Niya couldn't help asking, but Albert, who received the letter, didn't respond much.

"Go back to the living room, Daisy." Herb closed the car door heavily and returned to the living room with his family.

After the entrance door was closed, the owl delivering the letter still did not leave.

"Dear Herb, you'd better give me a proper explanation." Daisy looked very angry since she couldn't wait to see her son put on Eton College uniform.

"Dad, what is the content of the letter, read it out for everyone, I also want to know who can predict where I appear." Albert's face didn't have much mood swings. Of course, he knew it. If you haven't experienced reincarnation, you might be shocked when you see the letter.

But he was shocked the first time and finding himself living in the world of a novel didn't seem too strange to think about now. What's more, he had read the best-seller Harry Potter. Who hadn't?

At that time, he checked a lot of information and he still had some understanding of the worldview of the novel.

"Then I will read it." Herb looked at his always calm son, and read the content on the parchment:

The Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore ( Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Order of Merlin First Class)

"Hogwarts... school!" Daisy stared in surprise, because she had already guessed what it was... an admission letter?

"Magic, is there really magic in this world?" Niya's face was unabashedly excited, "I also want to learn magic, I want to go to a magic school. I hate you Albert, let me go!" Niya looked at her brother dissatisfied: she was going to read the letter, but Albert stopped him.

"Niya, let father finish." Albert motioned to his father to continue reading the letter and took his angry mother to sit down by the way.

"Son, I will never let you go to Hogg..." Daisy was very angry. She thought her husband might know something.

Herb coughed slightly and continued reading:

Dear Mr Anderson:

We are happy to inform you that you have been approved 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 owl before July 21.

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

Herb finished his conviction, then handed the letter to his son.

Albert glanced at it and handed it to his curious sister. Niya took the letter and ran to her mother Daisy.

After studying the contents of the letter sentence by sentence, Daisy said every word:

"I would never agree to let Albert go to this kind of school. No, there must be someone playing on us. Maybe we should call the police right away and catch the pesky rascal."

"Mom, did the owl waiting for you on the letter let us write them back?" Niya said suddenly.

Daisy didn't speak, but stared at her husband with oppressive eyes.

Albert asked, "Dad, do you know something?"

"It's not that you know." Herb reached out his hand to his head, and seemed to fall into a short memory: "When I was about the same age as you, my father, that is, your grandfather, told me he was disappointed I did not receive the letter from Hogwarts."

"I once asked my father what Hogwarts was, and he only said that it was a school."

"Later, once my father was drunk, I asked why he wanted me to go to Hogwarts."

"He only said I was a squib, but I don't know what the word means." Herb's tone was very low, and he still remembered that time when his father cried.

"I think now I know where Hogwarts is. My father will be very happy to know that his grandson has received a letter from Hogwarts."

Of course, Albert knew what squib meant, but he didn't think that he had something to do with a wizard.

In other words, there is no similar skill in his skill column, otherwise, he would have noticed it a long time ago.

"Yes, I should write to him, no, call, he will definitely be happy!" Herb suddenly said as he planned to call his father.

"Heber Anderson!" Daisy exclaimed, "Albert should go to Eton College. He will achieve something we can't imagine, instead of going to a school that we haven't heard of, you know? Concerning his future, I will never allow you..."

"Mom, we have not yet determined whether magic exists." Albert reached out and grabbed the mother who was about to run away, softly comforting: "Didn't the letter say the owl was waiting for us? Maybe, we should write a letter, let them send someone from Hogwarts school to come to prove whether magic exists or not. If they can't prove it, then it's a lie."

"Well, son, I agree with you and let the damn school prove the truth of this letter." Daisy clenched her fist and shook it hard. "Wait and see, I must call the police. Catch those crooks and let them squat in prison for a few years."