Happry Potter: The New Player

The sunset shines with a soft golden hue as the sun slowly fades on the horizon of Great House, 6 King's Road, London.

It is a villa of classic English style, Spacious, Bright, and Elegant.

The three-story wall is covered with climbing ivy, the roof is lined with beautiful brown tiles, the lawn and flower bed in the yard were all neatly arranged, a luxurious Bentley car was parked outside the garage.

It was a magnificent, serene, and peaceful sunset scene.

On the balcony of the third floor, a boy with dark hair is staring at an owl and cannot distinguish it from any other owl.

Evan Mason gazed at the owl with eyes full of curiosity. The owl was not extraordinary, it was like any other bird that could be found in any other home, but in its claws, it carried a brown envelope made of thick parchment.

Evan had a peculiar feeling that the letter was for him.

But he was not sure how to retrieve it because the owl seemed to want some kind of reward for itself and then would be willing to deliver the letter.

"Hello there."

Evan greeted, trying to communicate with the other even if it seemed foolish.

"Hooo~"

The owl hooted softly, tilting its head to look into the boy's brown pupils, on high alert.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions."

Evan tried to make his voice sound friendly, slowly reaching out his right hand, "I believe the letter at your feet is addressed to me."

Just as he was about to speak his words, he was interrupted by a loud shout from below. "My dear, are you ready? We are halfway to the door already."

Then someone was heard climbing the stairs.

"Oops, it's my mother, I can't let her see you!"

Evan suddenly came to his senses, refusing to try to communicate further with the owl, he waved his right hand to try to shoo it away.

"Hooo!" The offended owl hurriedly flew aside.

"Sorry, my mother is terrified of all kinds of birds, big and small, she sees them as the devil incarnate," Evan waved his hand while hastening to explain, "you have to leave here!"

It seemed that Evan's unwarranted movement finally convinced the owl, this boy won't give you anything to eat. A second later, it flapped its wings and flew to peck at Evan as it dropped the letter at his feet.

"Ouch!"

Evan cried out in pain as he watched the owl fly off the balcony like a whirlwind, disappearing from his sight.

Before his mother entered, he bent down and picked up the envelope under his feet; written with emerald green ink, it clearly read: third floor, 6 King's Road, Little Surrey, Surrey, Mr. Evan Mason.

"This letter, along with that owl just..."

Evan squinted his eyes, in the face of these obviously peculiar things, they made him feel a sense of déjà vu.

"Evan, we need to hurry, your father is waiting for us in the car." A well-dressed middle-aged woman entered with a slightly serious tone and said, "It's rude to be late for someone's first visit."

"Understood, mom."

Evan had no time to reflect, paying no attention to the envelope tucked in his pants pocket.

That night they had a small family gathering. The other party was his father's business partner. Specifically, his father's construction company planned to purchase a large number of drills from the other party.

Normally, Evan didn't have to attend these kinds of dinners, but the other family had a son a year older than him, who happened to be at Smeltings Academy.

Evan was 11 years old this year. In about a month, he would be entering Smeltings Academy. His parents considered it necessary for their son to socialize with his older future classmate.

"Mom, you haven't told me the name of the older classmate yet."

On the way, Evan felt he should divert attention away from the letter in his pocket, unsure if he would tell his parents about it until he had a clear idea of its contents.

Perhaps it was a bad joke made by someone, and it was unnecessary for his mother to worry about it.

"My dear, I told you last week that the boy's name is Dudley," promptly replied Mrs. Mason.

"Darling, I dare say they will surely be good friends," added Mr. Mason as he drove.

"Dudley Dursley, truly a good name, right?" thought Irvin deeply.

In fact, he knows a person who is also named as such.

If he remembers correctly, Dudley should have been a character in the Harry Potter novels before reincarnating. In the book, Dudley is an arrogant and spoiled child, making Harry's childhood much more tragic than it should have been.

Evan had a strong impression of him, but not a good one.

However, they were characters from a novel, even though he reincarnated in England in the eighties and nineties. But there is no evidence that this is Harry Potter's magical world.

"Relax, it must just be the same name."

Evan tried to convince himself strongly, but was restless at the thought of having seen the owl just now.

Taking advantage of his parents not paying attention, Evan discreetly took out the letter from his pocket, quickly turning the envelope over. On the back of the envelope was a wax seal with a coat of arms, the capital letter H around the circle, a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

Evan opened his eyes wide, holding the envelope tightly, the letter said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Great Wizard, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Mason, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed you will find a list of all required books and equipment. The course begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st. Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

God, this is an admission letter to Hogwarts, he should have expected it, besides a school of magic, who else would send mail with an owl?

"Dear, you don't have to get so nervous," Mrs. Mason turned and whispered, "I heard Dad say that the Dursleys are very friendly and that Dudley is also a well-mannered boy, you will adore him as a new friend."

"Yes, mom," Evan unconsciously replied. "I'm not nervous, just excited."

For the past eleven years, he had been preparing for the future according to the familiar real world, now being told that this is a completely strange world of magic. "Is this not a joke?"

Fortunately, before reincarnating, he dearly loved the Harry Potter novels and was familiar with their content. Even if he couldn't remember all the plots, more or less he could recall the events.

The question now is how to tell his parents about this.

Furthermore, if he is not mistaken, he might see Harry Potter besides the Dursleys.

As Evan pondered this, his father slowly stopped the car and softly said, "Darling, we have arrived, Privet Drive at number 4!"