Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Author: The Horn of the Moon-crazy Beast

Summary:

After traveling for seven years with four teachers in the magical world a thousand years ago.

Ryan found himself back in 1991, back to the orphanage he was familiar with.

After three days.

He saw a white owl flying towards him with a Hogwarts admission letter in its beak.

"The monster from Bournemouth has landed in Diagon Alley!"

"The ridiculously pathetic Mudblood crossed the Black Lake amidst the cheers of the Giant Squid!"

"The unspeakable dark nemesis has arrived at the Great Hall!"

"The descendant of the great Big Four has returned to his loyal Hogwarts!"

Chapter 1: Silver Linden Welfare Home and Admission Letter

1991, England.

Duskcliffe, Dorset.

The slightly salty sea breeze carried the scent of silver lime leaves, but the windows mostly blocked it.

Ryan Elias leaned against the window, his pale blue eyes reflecting the sunlight filtering through the shade of the trees.

He looked out the window at the open space where children were playing hide-and-seek.

But he made no attempt to join them, but simply stretched out his two white hands to paint on the window.

Then the moisture on the window glass was blurred by his fingers - what he drew seemed to be several animals.

"what is that?"

But just when Ryan finished drawing the second animal, a sudden voice broke the silence in the room.

The person who spoke was a woman in her forties wearing a nurse's skirt. She had short red hair that reached her shoulders, freckles on her nose, and a sunny smile on her face.

She had a name tag on her chest that read [Silver Lime Tree Welfare Home] [Nurse] [Perla Jones].

"A starling and a mouse? What a beautiful drawing!"

She came into the house pushing a cart and praised Ryan.

But Ryan didn't appreciate it and seriously corrected him: "In fact, everyone should be able to see that they are eagles and badgers."

"Oh... okay."

Pella took another look at the skinny furry monster and the bird-like creature with a small body and large wings on the window, and nodded hesitantly.

She then wisely chose not to raise the issue of her painting skills.

"Horace said you wouldn't play with them, but would stay in your room?"

She looked at the handsome child in front of her with a hint of worry in her eyes.

She knew that three days ago Ryan had suddenly developed a fever and was in a coma for a day.

When he woke up again, something seemed to have changed in him.

The change was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, and Ryan himself seemed to be deliberately hiding it.

But as a caregiver who has watched the children in the orphanage grow up, Pera can still vaguely sense the changes.

This made Pera very worried - could it be that the child's brain was damaged by the fever he had before?

"Yes."

Ryan nodded.

"I'm expecting a letter."

"letter?"

Pera looked at him puzzledly: "Who wrote to you?"

She knew Ryan's situation very well - his entire family died in a fire and he was sent to an orphanage by distant relatives.

He has never left the orphanage since he was a child. Who would write to him?

But Ryan smiled slightly when he heard this.

The smile was filled with longing and intimacy: "It's my teachers."

So, Pera became even more worried.

Because Ryan has never had a teacher - the Silver Lime Tree Orphanage has no funds to hire teachers, the children's daily studies are done by caregivers.

She thought that perhaps she should inform the dean of the situation immediately and ask her to find a doctor to treat Ryan.

If the hospital doesn't have enough funds, she might be able to cover part of the medical expenses... This child is so pitiful.

With this in mind, Pera chose not to provoke Ryan anymore.

"Okay, then you continue to wait - I won't disturb you anymore."

She simply patted the cart in front of her and opened the lid.

I saw a small cake inside the lid.

The cake is sprinkled with cookie crumbs, forming the number 11.

On the side of the cake, 'HBD' was written crookedly in cream.

"The cake was made by the dean and I, but our craftsmanship is not very sophisticated - so we can only use the abbreviation."

She waved her hands awkwardly.

But then, she looked at the child in front of her seriously: "But no matter what... Ryan, happy birthday!"

After she finished speaking, she placed the small plate on the cart along with the knife, fork and cake on the small table in the house.

Then she turned around and pushed the cart out of the cabin.

"Thank you, Ms. Perla."

The sound coming from behind her at this moment made her hum a country tune.

After Ms. Pera left, Ryan looked at the small cake on the table, which was definitely not exquisite, and grinned.

Although there was no roaring lion on the cake, no magical plant that continuously oozes juice, no delicately carved runes that emit colorful light, and no green snake that emits a cold hissing sound to remind him that "even on his birthday, he cannot stop training."

But he still likes it very much.

"Hoohoo!"

At this moment, Ryan heard a sound coming from outside the window - the sound of wings flapping in the wind.

So Ryan turned his head and saw a fat snowy owl flying towards him.

It landed on the windowsill of the orphanage, tilted its head and looked at Ryan, making a cooing sound in its throat.

And in its mouth, there was a letter.

"!!!"

Then, Ryan's body suddenly straightened.

He stood up suddenly and opened the window with one push.

This obviously scared the Snowy Owl on the spot, and it almost fell off the windowsill, and even the letter in its mouth fell directly onto the windowsill.

"Cuckoo!"

After it managed to regain its balance, a gurgling sound came from its throat again - but Ryan guessed that it was probably not a good thing.

But he had no time to care and just picked up the letter from the windowsill.

The envelope had a wax seal and a shield-like pattern with a capital H surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a snake, and a badger.

Then, Ryan's eyes were filled with unprecedented joy and memories.

Of course he recognized the pattern.

In fact, when his four teachers were arguing, it was he who made the final decision on the pattern.

It was not until Ryan opened the letter that his excited expression suddenly froze and then looked a little dim.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Magic, First-Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

In addition, considering your family situation, we will send a professor to answer your questions about the school in three days.

The signature below is 'Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress (Female)'.

"Headmaster Albus Dumbledore..."

Ryan muttered the unfamiliar name.

Not Godric Gryffindor, not Rowena Ravenclaw, not Helga Hufflepuff, not Salazar Slytherin.

Not any of the four names he knew.

"yes..."

After a while, Ryan showed a slightly bitter smile.

That wasn't the expression a kid his age should have.

"A thousand years have passed since the time of the teachers."

The words he whispered in his heart were obviously not understood by anyone.

But soon, Ryan put away the sadness in his heart.

He adjusted quickly, as if he could still hear that noble and calm voice in his ears.