Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

Before school started, Sainz reviewed all the required courses for grades one to three.

The third grade is the intermediate stage of wizard education, and the knowledge is significantly deeper than that of the first and second grades.

It is indeed a bit difficult for a real first-year wizard, but for an adult, it is still a manageable task.

Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, these things that require spells or rote memorization can all be studied well in the Leaky Cauldron, of course excluding some of the more powerful spells.

For subjects like Potions and Herbology that require physical manipulation, you can't just read a book or wave a wand. These contents can only be learned more intuitively and specifically after going to Hogwarts.

In the blink of an eye, it is September 1st, the first day of school.

"Tom, thank you for taking care of me for more than a month. I have to catch a new journey today."

"Yes, yes, who doesn't yearn for Hogwarts? I still clearly remember the days when I studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At that time, I..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your beautiful memories, Tom, but I have to leave. The ticket shows that the train leaves at eleven o'clock, and it's already ten o'clock. I'm not used to being late."

"Very good, that's good, Sainz, punctuality is a good quality, do you want me to help you with your luggage?"

"No, thank you." Sainz dragged his concealed suitcase and got into a taxi to King's Cross Station in front of the bookstore at 48 Charing Street.

Looking out of the car window, this was the first time he saw the entrance to the magical world from the perspective of the Muggle world.

The Leaky Cauldron, sandwiched between a tall bookstore and a record store, was so small and dirty that no one among the people hurrying past the door even glanced at it.

As Harry Potter commented when he first came here, it is too dark and dirty for a famous place. Candles are lit in the bar in broad daylight.

In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at King's Cross Station.

The taxi driver was very friendly and dragged his luggage from the trunk to the station entrance. The service was very good. The fare was thirteen pounds, less than three kilometers, which was not expensive, but it was definitely not cheap.

The oriental boy dragging a suitcase and carrying a birdcage instantly became the focus of attention in this era when information exchange was not so prosperous.

What is even more eye-catching is the handsome Speed. Such a beautiful bird of prey is rare in the Muggle world.

In fact, the best way is to let him fly to Hogwarts by himself, but Sainz is worried that he can't get in or even find Hogwarts. It's his first time, so he should take him there himself. Next time he goes, he can just let him fly there by himself.

Speed ​​can easily reach a speed of over 300 kilometers per hour. The north-south longitudinal axis of Great Britain is no more than 1,000 kilometers. At his speed, it would take only two or three hours to get from London to Hogwarts. Even if he flies a little slower and rests while flying, it is still much faster than the "Hogwarts Express".

Observing carefully, he found that there were many "suspicious people" in the crowd who thought they were hiding well but were actually not good at all. Those people were undoubtedly sent by the Ministry of Magic to eliminate possible risks of exposure to the wizarding world.

There was no doubt that Sainz's outfit was also noticed by these Ministry of Magic employees. Some of them seemed to want to come over to help, but when they saw that he was calm and not affected by Muggles at all, they stopped again.

He ignored the noisy voices in the hall and walked straight to platforms nine and ten on either side, dragging his luggage closer to the wide pillar wall between the platforms.

Seeing that the people around him who were hurriedly waiting for the train were not paying attention to him, he leaned against the wall with his back, and his eyes went dark and bright again. In an instant, he traveled from a modern train station in the late 20th century to an old platform in the early 19th century.

In Sainz's previous life, platforms nine and ten at King's Cross Station were on either side of the tracks. It was impossible to find a pillar, and there was no platform nine and three-quarters.

There was a sign hanging on the quaint platform, Platform Nine and Three Quarters. A crimson steam locomotive was parked next to the bustling platform.

The sign on the train read: 5972, Hogwarts Express, o'clock.

The thick smoke from the steam locomotive lingered above the bustling crowd, and groups of cats were circling around people's feet.

The sound of people talking was humming, and above the noise of dragging heavy luggage, the hooting of owls was shrill and piercing.

Perhaps it was because Sainz arrived relatively early, so there were not as many students on the bus as he had imagined. It was also possible that although the students had arrived, they did not get on in advance. After all, there were so many people on the platform, although most of them were parents of students.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some of whom were playing in their seats, while others were leaning out of the windows to talk to their families.

Sainz walked directly to the back of the train, found an empty compartment and sat down.

Looking at the time, it was ten thirty, there was still early, so I took out the "Healing Manual" and continued to familiarize myself with the healing spells commonly used in the magical world.

When immersed in knowledge, time always passes quickly, until a voice woke him up, "Excuse me, can I sit here?" A straightforward and childish female voice woke him up.

"Wow, it looks so fierce. Is it your pet? What's its name?"

"Of course, the seats on the bus are not private, and anyone has the right to sit on them."

Sainz put down the book in his hand. The girl in front of him should also be a freshman. Her skin color was wheat-colored among white people, and her long black hair was tied into a long ponytail.

"Hello, I'm this year's freshman, Sainz Autumn. Obviously, I'm an Oriental who grew up in Scotland. This is Speed, an Asian peregrine falcon." In order to eliminate the girl's nervousness, Sainz took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Wow, you're a freshman too. Hi, I'm Angelina Johnson. I thought you were a junior or a senior. You look..."

"Don't be embarrassed. I am indeed taller than my peers. In fact, I will be twelve soon. It's just that my birthday is after September 1st, so I didn't receive the admission notice last year. This is what Professor Sinistra told me."

"That's impressive, you're still very tall... I was just like you, and I almost received the admission letter last year. Were you reading a book just now? The Healing Handbook! Do you want to be a doctor at St. Mungo's in the future?"

"Maybe. I just want to learn more. After all, I lived in the Muggle world before and never came into contact with wizards. Reading more books can help me gain more understanding."

Sainz had no intention of hiding his background, after all, it was easy to find out.

After she stood up straight, Sainz found that she was indeed a little taller than the other girls.

"What about you? From your tone, you seem to know a lot about the magical world. Are all your family members wizards?"

"I'm half and half. My mom is a wizard and my dad is a Muggle. I heard that my dad was very surprised when he found out that my mom was a wizard, hahaha...,

But now they have a good relationship, and my mother has told me some things about the wizarding world."

"You've known about the wizarding world since you were a child, so you must know a lot of magic?"

"No, my mother always said that I was too young to master magic well, and never allowed me to touch a wand, but I have a child's flying broom. Let me tell you...Speed ​​is really beautiful, isn't he?"

The little girl rarely had the opportunity to show off to others, so she took the initiative to give away all her family assets without even asking.