My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 1 001. The girl next door is named Hermione.

Lynn was watering his garden when the little girl from next door, skipping and hopping, walked past his door with her schoolbag on her back.

"Feed".

Lynn looked up and saw the girl standing in front of his house, calling to him through the fence, so he put down the kettle and went over.

"That's not very polite of you. If you don't know my name, you can say 'excuse me' instead of 'feeding'."

The girl pouted, seemingly unconvinced by Lynn's words, since the other person looked to be about the same age as her.

But she didn't delve into the matter. Instead, she peeked into her yard and carefully took out a bag of dried fish from her schoolbag.

She pursed her lips and handed the dried fish to Lynn.

Lynn didn't reach out to take it immediately, but instead looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"What, are you trying to bribe me with this bag of dried fish to play with you? If so, you've come to the wrong place. I like sweets, like candy, not salted fish."

The girl kicked the fence around Lynn's house and made a face at him.

"I don't want you to play with me. This bag of dried fish isn't for you. It's for the stray cats that roam around here every day. My mom won't let me feed them. She says they're full of viruses and bacteria."

But actually, I really want to have a cat. My dad said that if I can keep up my current grades, he'll buy me a clean cat when I get a little older.

But those stray cats are so pitiful. They are all cats, yet they have to run around hungry every day. That's not fair.

Yesterday I saw you feeding them some crumbs, so today I used my allowance to buy some dried fish and wanted you to take care of them for me.

That's incredibly high level of awareness...

Lynn silently complained to herself.

It's clear that the girl is actually quite talkative; once she starts talking, she can't stop, but she had acted a little arrogant before.

Lynn didn't feel embarrassed at all for guessing the girl's intentions wrong, since he was thick-skinned enough.

He took the bag of dried fish from the other person. "Okay, I don't have much to do every day, so I can take care of them for you."

After saying that, he casually picked a lily from his yard and handed it to the girl.

"Consider this a thank-you gift on their behalf."

The girl didn't flinch; she gracefully accepted the lilies from Lynn's hands and said with a smile.

"My name is Hermione Granger. What's yours?"

"Lyon Bellock, I haven't been here long, it's nice to meet you."

Lynn felt that the girl's name sounded familiar, but she didn't think about it in detail.

After introducing themselves, their relationship naturally improved considerably. Hermione leaned over the fence of Lynn's house, tiptoeing and peering into his house.

"Do you live alone?"

Lynn took off his gloves, quite interested in chatting with Hermione. He had only recently moved to London, and with summer vacation approaching, he wasn't going to school and was quite free.

Yes, I'm the only one living here for now.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Where are your parents? Are they really okay with you living here alone?"

"They passed away when I was very young. I now live with my adoptive father, but he doesn't come back very often." Lynn's expression was calm.

But Hermione apologized with a sad expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about you."

Lynn waved her hand dismissively: "It's okay, that happened when I was very young, and I'm actually doing quite well now."

"And you?" Lynn changed the subject, subtly probing about her neighbor's family situation. "What do you do?"

Hermione smiled, revealing her very white teeth.

"My mom and dad are both dentists, so you can go see them if you ever have a toothache."

Being a dentist is a high-paying job in the UK, truly middle class.

Moreover, the British take oral health very seriously, and highly skilled dentists generally have extensive networks.

You can communicate more with this neighbor.

While you're still young, you can shamelessly act cute and build good relationships; it will definitely be helpful in the future.

Lynn then extended an invitation with a bright smile.

"Would you like to come over for a bit? I made some mung bean soup for lunch; it's great for cooling down and quenching your thirst in the summer."

Hermione seemed somewhat tempted, but then she glanced at her home and finally shook her head.

"Thank you, but I've already been late for a long time, and my mom will be worried if I don't go home soon."

"Then let's do it next time." Lynn didn't try to persuade her to stay any longer. "I'll help take good care of those stray cats."

Hermione thought her new neighbor was a wonderful person and that she would have a new friend.

Goodbye, Lynn.

She waved happily to Lynn, her fluffy long hair like a ball of cotton candy, and skipped and hopped back to her home.

Hermione's appearance was just a minor incident for Lynn.

He put his gloves back on, humming a little tune, and continued to tend to the blooming flowers in the garden.

Lynn is a time traveler.

In his previous life, he was a teacher who had been working for less than two years. On his way to work, he accidentally fell into a river while riding his electric bike and drowned because he couldn't swim.

When he regained consciousness, he had become an orphan who had just lost both his parents at an orphanage in England called Starting Point.

It's hard to say whether this is a lucky or unlucky thing.

The good news is that his two parents, whom he never met, left him a large inheritance, which he can inherit as soon as he comes of age. Then he can find a wife and live a carefree and happy life.

However, capitalist welfare institutions are not truly just about charity; there are quite a few sordid things going on inside, and a group of problem children, though pitiful, are also very difficult to deal with.

So when Lynn was eleven, she secretly used some tricks to find herself a cheap adoptive father, moved out of the orphanage, and returned to the home where her parents had lived.

Life has settled down for now, but Lynn hasn't thought about future plans yet, nor does she intend to.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

There's still a long time ahead. The more plans he makes now, the more he'll regret wasting his time in the future.

Since fate has arranged for him to be reborn in Britain in the second half of the 20th century, he should honestly establish himself in this country first.

So now, 11-year-old Lynn lives with the soul of a 25-year-old and the life of a 70-year-old.

He was also helpless, but entertainment was really scarce in this era. Apart from growing flowers, weeding, and feeding cats, he really didn't know what else to do.

After tidying up the garden, Lynn put down her tools, took off her gloves, and stretched in front of the setting sun.

London's air quality is poor, and despite increased efforts to improve it, the sky is still sometimes hazy.

Lynn squinted, and he could vaguely see a small black dot flying toward him on the horizon.

As the black dot drew nearer, he realized it was an owl.

These birds are not uncommon in Britain, so Lynn didn't pay much attention to them. Instead, he mentioned the dried fish that the little girl named Hermione had brought, locked the gate, and prepared to go out to feed the cats.

He didn't notice that the owl that flew over his head dropped a thick letter where he had been standing.

Then, standing on the roof of his house, watching his departing figure, I tilted my head in confusion.

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(End of this chapter)