A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1 Stark in the Magical World

「本期开出的第58个中奖号码是，4-3-9-6-2-8-0-0！！」

William, lying in his rented room wearing a black suit jacket and SpongeBob SquarePants shorts, jumped out of bed excitedly after hearing the number announced on TV.

"I won? I won!" William rubbed his eyes, repeatedly comparing the scratch-off lottery ticket in his hand.

The number is confirmed!

"Haha, I'm rich now."

He reminisced about yesterday, reflected on today, and envisioned the future!

William was an orphan from a young age, and his family was very poor.

But he didn't give up on his dream and kept buying lottery tickets every day, believing in himself that he would definitely win.

Now, he has succeeded and the harvest season has finally arrived!

With this money, William can do a lot of things.

You could buy a luxury ocean-view villa in the Taklamakan Desert, invest in a Sino-US co-production with your favorite actors, or treat your favorite news anchor's ten-year depression...

Two days later, wearing a disposable mask and five-yuan children's sunglasses perched on his nose, William walked into the lottery center fully armed.

His hair was greasy, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked at everyone as if they were Che Guevara.

He looked around... (BGM (Good Days) stutters)

There were no densely packed crowds of onlookers;

There were no foundations waiting for him to donate with pens in hand.

There were no Hong Kong reporters flocking to him, eager to interview him.

There were no big events, not even any money... gone!!

William Stark sat bolt upright, waking from his drowsy sleep.

Where am I?

who am I?

Where's my husband... oops, where's my money?

William looked around and realized it was a dream, so he sighed and lay back down on the bed.

No wonder it looks a bit fake; everything else is quite real, but how could the Jade Emperor possibly be printed on a banknote?!

William patted his head, a look of utter boredom on his face, like Su Daqiang lying on the ground, wanting a cup of hand-ground coffee.

A month ago, William was still living in China, waiting for the organization to send someone to talk to him about the issue of successors to socialism, even though he had been waiting for more than 20 years.

William lost both his parents when he was a child and was able to finish university with the help of kind-hearted people.

The beginning of the dream was real; he did win a big prize. But while celebrating, eating hot pot and singing, he was suddenly kidnapped.

William still remembers the man's appearance: blood-red lips, a pointed nose, bared teeth, and a cold, gloomy, terrifying makeup... exactly like the Joker's costume in Batman.

At first, William thought it was a cosplay event, and he was looking for Batman with great interest, but unexpectedly, he was knocked down by the other party with a brick.

Afterwards, the kidnappers took the money, killed the hostage, and when William woke up again, he had traveled back to England and returned to 1990, becoming an eleven-year-old child.

After waking up, William was able to communicate normally with others in English, and he also had the memories of an eleven-year-old child in his mind.

The boy's previous name was William Stark. He came from a wealthy family; his father was a dentist, his mother was a professor at Cambridge University, and he had a nine-year-old sister named Anne.

William was an orphan in his previous life, and he is quite satisfied with his current identity. As for his past, he'll just forget about it as a nightmare.

The only regret is that scratch-off lottery ticket.

Fortunately, William had already written down the winning numbers in his diary. As long as it's not a parallel universe, he'll be a millionaire sooner or later. He just needs to wait patiently... thirty years!

This time, he absolutely refuses to go eat hot pot.

William sighed, tossed and turned, and found himself wide awake, so he decided to get up and go for a morning run.

But after he stood up, he heard a "plop" sound coming from the balcony.

"Is that you, Boba Tea?" he asked softly as he put on his clothes.

Bobo Tea is a beautiful young orange tabby cat who was rescued by William after being injured and later became his pet.

While not as rampant as the London foxes, these stray cats are still quite common.

Because of his orange color, William was nicknamed Bobo Tea.

Bobo Tea has an extremely docile temperament; otherwise, William's parents wouldn't have agreed to keep it.

After quickly getting dressed, William drew back the curtains and opened the glass door. The sunlight outside was warm but not glaring.

It looks like today will be a rare good day!

William squinted and saw Bobo Tea perched on the marble floor of the balcony, facing off against an owl.

The scene was indescribably eerie.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Bobo Tea twitched its orange ears, revealed a row of sharp teeth in its mouth, and made a "meow" sound. At the same time, it lowered its body and sat in a hunting posture.

The owl lowered its head, shook its head, and stared at Bobo Tea with its big eyes, seemingly with disdain.

Can this be tolerated?

Bobo Tea was furious and then prepared to launch an attack.

William quickly stepped in front of them, saying, "BoBo Tea, don't eat weird things, you'll get sick!"

He added, "It has to be cooked thoroughly before eating..."

"Gurgle!!!"

The owl seemed to understand William's words, tilting its head and glancing at the boy with an offended expression.

It stared with its brownish-yellow pupils, then spread its wings and fluttered up from the balcony railing.

William then noticed that it was clutching a brown envelope made of thick parchment in its paw.

letter?

Is it for me?

He found it strange that an owl, being a nocturnal bird, would not only confront his little orange cat early in the morning, but would it also deliver a message?

What era is this?

William rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought, his thick, glossy dark brown hair swaying gently in the wind.

"Speaking of which... in my memory, this body did indeed have some strange fluctuations."

William didn't know how to describe it; it was a bit like a superpower, and a bit like a magical awakening.

He had tried to subtly inquire about this with his parents, but found that they were just ordinary people. To prevent being dissected, the secret was kept hidden.

"Now it seems... I really am no ordinary person!"

Plus, his surname is Stark...

William's dark green eyes lit up, as if a blind student had discovered a crucial point.

"Could it be... that my distant cousin Howard Stark has discovered that his son Tony looks more and more like Potts, whom he met once, and is therefore preparing to send me to America to inherit his entire fortune?!"

That's not right either.

William had never seen Stark Industries, such a famous company, on television, so this must not be the Marvel universe.

So...

"Could it be that Bran Stark, my relative from Westeros, is preparing to summon me to inherit his Iron Throne?"

But shouldn't we send messenger ravens instead?

Just as William was deep in thought, the owl circled a few times in the sky and then dropped the envelope on his head.

William picked up the envelope and quickly turned it over. On the back of the envelope, there was a wax seal, a shield emblem, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding the capital letter "H".

His eyes widened suddenly, his hands tightened, and he quickly tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter, and began to read:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin).

Dear Mr. Stark, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester begins on September 1st. We look forward to your reply by July 31st.

Sincerely, Vice Principal (female), Minerva McGonagall…

Before William could finish reading the letter, his attention was once again interrupted by a sound.

He looked up and saw that Bobocha had already pounced on the owl.

The owl lay flat on the balcony, and Bobo Tea was perched on its body.

Hmm, the posture is a bit ambiguous.

This was William's first reaction.

Second reaction...

Wait a minute, Boba Tea! Let it deliver the letter back first, then we'll have an outdoor barbecue!

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