Hogwarts, where the stars shine

I said I was just passing by, do you believe it?

Of course I wouldn't believe it. Only a fool would believe Mesa's pale explanation.

The owner of the house would simply regard Mesa as a thief or robber and send him to the local police station.

Mesa didn't want to go to the police station or attack the man and woman of the house.In desperation, he had no choice but to hide first and wait for an opportunity to escape without disturbing the owner of the house.

Holding the suitcase, Mesa huddled behind the sofa and slowly moved towards the other end of the living room.It would be nice to just have access to the kitchen, which has a side door leading outside.

However, the hostess's goal was very clear. She rushed to the kitchen. It seemed that the heat outside made her urgently need some cool drinks.

With urgent footsteps, the hostess quickly passed through the living room and entered the semi-open kitchen, and then the sound of the refrigerator door being opened came.

Oops!

Mesa's heart was beating like a drum. At noon, he took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator, but who expected the couple to leave and come back. Now he could only hope that the hostess didn't notice. This subtle change.

After a while, the mistress's high heels reappeared in Mesa's field of vision.

But the hostess did not leave as Mesa expected. Instead of walking out of the living room and returning upstairs, she stood at the door of the kitchen, blocking Mesa's escape route.

Mesa knew that he couldn't hide anymore. He could huddle behind the sofa without being discovered just because the hostess was in a hurry and there was a blind spot in his sight.But when the hostess is no longer in a hurry, the sofa in the living room can no longer hide her, and it will be a matter of time before she is discovered.

Should we simply knock the opponent unconscious?

Mesa was sure to knock down the mistress in an instant and make her sleep for a few minutes, and then he would use this opportunity to escape.

However, the plan did not change quickly. Just when Mesa decided to use force to solve the problem, the male owner of Room 7 took physical measures one step ahead of him.

A serrated dagger was pressed against Mesa's body. He could feel the coldness of the blade and hear the proud words of his master.

"It turns out to be a little thief!" the man said, gesturing to his wife not to be afraid.

Caught, Mesa, the uninvited guest, was caught red-handed by the owner of the house and held at the head of a sharp dagger, which seemed to pierce him if he made the slightest move.

"Boy, how dare you come to my house to steal things!" said the male host, "I must send you in. I hope you will like it there."

The hostess also came over, with a bit of unbearable look on her beautiful face.

Mesa was dressed like a waif, and his embarrassment at the moment aroused the hostess's sympathy.

"I stole a carton of milk and two pieces of bread." Mesa said, and now his rapid heartbeat calmed down.Now that the matter has come to this point, there is no use in panicking. Thinking about how to get out is the top priority.

"Really?" The male host looked at Mesa with disdain, as if he was looking at a smelly piece of garbage.

The hostess's expression changed. She seemed to have made up her mind and said softly: "Forget it, dear. He is just a child. Let's not embarrass him. Let's send him to a homeless rescue center, right?"

The kind-hearted hostess was trying to persuade her, but the male host seemed to have made up his mind as well, wanting to teach Mesa an impressive lesson and vent his worries about the day.

The flight was grounded, I almost hit someone, my house was broken into, all the bad things happened on this day.

Seeing that the male master refused to give up, Mesa had no choice but to continue to use force.

Just when the male host raised his hand to give Mesa some pain, he suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes were blank, and he stood there blankly.Although the male host quickly returned to normal, his dagger was snatched away by Mesa.

The dagger floated in the air, its sharp edge pressed against the male master's neck, ready to cut his flesh at any time.

The situation reversed in an instant. The owner of the house did not dare to act rashly, but Mesa sat on the sofa swaggeringly.

"Please, don't kill him, we can give you whatever you want!" the hostess begged, tears filling her eyes.

"I have no interest in your money at all. If I were a thief, I would have run away long ago after I got it. How can I wait for you to come back?"

Stealing, robbing, and killing are three different things, and Mesa knows which one is more serious.Although the words and deeds of the male master made him extremely disgusted and disgusted, it was also his own fault.

The mistake was that he shouldn't have secretly moved into other people's houses, the mistake was that he shouldn't have escaped from the cold orphanage, the mistake was that he shouldn't be hated by people and dogs, and the mistake was that he shouldn't have been abandoned by his parents in this life.

"I have no intention of taking your lives, and I will leave soon." Mesa continued, "And what you have to do is very simple, forget me... No, it should be that I have never appeared in your world. "

With that said, Mesa stood up and pulled his suitcase, preparing to leave.

As he walked out, Mesa said, "By the way, I wish you both a happy wedding!"

The matter should have ended here. The host and hostess continued their wealthy lives, and Mesa continued his wandering career. But today seemed to be an unexpected day. A man in black robe suddenly appeared in the room.

The man was thin and had sallow skin, a large hooked nose, and shoulder-length, greasy black hair that stuck to his cheeks like a curtain.The black robe he wore made him look like a giant bat.

The man looked at Mesa and spoke slowly, revealing his uneven teeth. He asked, "Mesa Black?"

His voice was just above a whisper, but Mesa could hear every word he said clearly.Mesa asked, "Who are you?"

But the man had no intention of answering, and asked again: "Are you Mesa Black?"

"I'm Mesa Black, so who are you? How do you know my name?" Mesa stared at the man in front of him, paying attention to his every move.

In that man, Mesa felt a familiar feeling. The man should be the same type of person as himself.He might be able to bring about change, but of course it might be destruction.

"Who are you two? This is my house, get out of here, both of you!" the male owner of the house roared loudly. He was so excited that the sharp dagger scratched his skin.

First, a little thief sneaked into his home, and then the man who almost hit him also broke in. It would be strange for the male owner not to be excited. This is his home, not a hotel.

The man in black robe suddenly took out a thin wooden stick, and Mesa took a half-step back vigilantly, assuming a defensive posture.

The man in black robe seemingly casually waved the wooden stick in his hand twice, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. Then the eyes of the host and hostess of the house began to lose focus and they became dazed.

The two slowly walked out of the living room and walked up the stairs, like two zombies.

"No one will bother you now." The man in black robe said, his attitude was very impatient.

"Who are you?" Mesa asked again, clenching his fists, Mesa was ready to fight the opponent desperately.

"My name is Snape, I come from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I am a teacher." Snape said as he passed the dazed Mesa and sat on the comfortable sofa.

Hogwarts was a school name that felt familiar to Mesa, but he couldn't remember where he heard or saw it.

After assessing the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves, Mesa did not run away. He also sat back on the sofa and sat opposite the man named Snape.

Snape raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Mesa, and then took out a letter from his robe pocket.

The parchment envelope was sealed with wax and bore a shield-shaped crest, a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

After taking the envelope, Mesa touched it gently, feeling the thickness of the parchment, and asked, "Is this... for me?"

Snape looked like he was looking at a fool and said, "If your name is indeed Mesa Black, this letter is for you."

Mesa opened the letter neatly, and lines of green writing came into view:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Federation of Wizards, first-class great magician of Sir Merlin, chief magician of Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Black:

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.

Semester is scheduled to start on September [-].

In view of your special situation, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will send dedicated personnel to your residence to answer your questions and provide you with the necessary help.

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall