Change the world from Hogwarts

London.

King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters.

Along with a ripple, a boy's figure appeared in the station.

He has reddish-brown hair and refreshing green eyes like emeralds. Although he looks immature, he already reveals the handsomeness he should have in the future.

At the same time, the people around him couldn't help but look at him.

A little boy of about 11 years old was not pushing a lot of luggage carts, but was carrying a simple and exquisite small suitcase. This kind of thing is actually not common.

However, it was not necessary to stare at him. Many students stepped onto the carriage at the request of their parents or other parents, looking for their favorite or suitable seats.

As for the boy himself, he quickly arrived at the rear compartment.

"Ticket, kid."

At the carriage door, the ticket inspector in robe just extended his hand, and the boy quickly got his ticket.

"Okay, Connor McMahon?"

"Yes, sir."

After staring at the child for a while, he smiled slightly and handed the ticket back.

"Hogwarts is the best school and the safest place in the world. There is no need to feel frightened and alone. I wish you a pleasant journey, my child."

Connor found that the ticket inspector seemed to treat him as an ordinary child who knew nothing about it.

That is the so-called young wizard born from Muggles.

However, because of the origin of the word, Connor doesn't like this word, even if it has been passed down to this day, and the malice and contempt in it have almost disappeared.

But Connor would not refuse the kindness expressed by the wizard ticket inspector, he just responded with a polite smile.

"Thank you, sir."

Without asking for his name, he stepped into the carriage.

But before he could take more than two steps, the wizard called him again.

"Wait, kid."

'Click'

At the same time, his box made an unspeakable sound, as if something was hitting it.

This completely unexpected development almost made Connor feel his heart and lungs stopped, but he still calmed his expression and faced them with a smile that no one could see through.

"Well, what's the matter?"

He blocked his small suitcase behind him without leaving any trace.

"It's nothing, it's just that I noticed that you don't seem to have any other luggage. Does that really matter?"

"Ah, it's okay."

Connor just smiled.

"I actually don't have many things, and I don't have any other small pets or anything like that, just clothes, textbooks, and a few old clothes."

"Oh, like this."

The ticket inspector didn't seem to suspect anything, which made Connor feel relieved.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go look for the carriage first. There are a lot of people, so I'm a little afraid that I won't be able to find a seat."

"Haha, don't be afraid, kid, our carriage is absolutely adequate and safe enough."

Even though he said this, the ticket inspector did not embarrass the shy little wizard in his eyes, he just smiled and waved.

Facing his gaze, Connor just walked away slowly.

After confirming that he was completely out of his sight, he quickened his pace and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he reached an empty carriage.

"It's better if there is no one."

After placing the suitcase in his hand on the window seat, he fully closed the compartment door.

"Okay... now let's review."

He fished out an old notebook from the inner pocket of his clothes, which contained some things he had written down while he could still remember it.

"Let me see how much I can remember. 1991, Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Academy, Horcruxes, Dumbledore, You-Know-Who, Defense Against the Dark Arts, that's probably it."

After quickly going over the gossip he had recorded, Connor closed his eyes and began to recall and think.

He is actually similar to a creature called a time traveler.

As for why he said it was similar but could not confirm it, it was because he had no way of confirming it himself.

Is it that the soul of an adult who died for unknown reasons suddenly passed through the body of a child, or that a child living in this land suddenly gained a memory that was not his own?

This kind of thing is a mystery, at least Connor himself has no way to determine it.

In short, when he came back to his senses, he had become a child.

As a slightly special being, he doesn't even have such a thing as a system.

He was simply adopted by a ghost-like woman and studied with a persistent and eccentric old man.

And from them, Connor learned a lot.

But to be honest, at that time, Connor thought he had traveled to a specious ordinary fantasy world - until he received the admission notice from the school made up of four animals.

"Well, regardless of whether it's me or not, it would be nice to know more about it when I travel through time."

Looking at the few words he recorded, Connor only felt a huge headache when he recalled them.

In fact, he is not a fan in the traditional sense, but more of a hearsay, and now, all he has in his head are those clips that impressed him deeply.

It was impossible to sort out the entire story. He only remembered that there was such a big boss in this world named Voldemort, who tried his best to occupy a school, but was finally killed by the protagonist.

Just staring at the messy information recorded in the notebook, Connor felt like his head was swollen.

He didn't like this state of ignorance, but he felt that he couldn't leave it alone.

"Otherwise...just let it go."

After hesitating for a moment, Connor suddenly had the idea of ​​burning his notebook completely.

"Burn it, kid. I've said it many times, don't be bound by the memories in your head."

Suddenly, a hollow blue voice sounded.

When Connor came back to his senses, a beautiful figure appeared next to him.

The woman was wearing a sword and a dagger, playing with a hazel wand in her hand. She was dressed in white, with her arms and legs bare.

"You have to learn to use them, Connor. They are your advantages, but they should not become your constraints."

She is dignified, beautiful, delicate and heroic.

But unfortunately, she is no longer alive.

Looking at her like this, Connor sighed.

"Mother……"

Yes, she is his mother, she raised him.

However, this is not without any demands.

"You should use the talent in your mind, child, and use it to change the current state of shrinking and restlessness among wizards."

Yes, this is what she and another elder requested.

Ever since he traveled through time...or really had this awareness, the two elders had made such demands on him and taught him strictly.

They hope that a successor can step forward to inherit those ancient skills and initiate changes.

As for their requests, Connor also couldn't refuse.

Because they raised him and taught him knowledge.

Whether it's his mother or his grandfather, they are his relatives in this world.

It is natural for him to bear their expectations, and he also naturally thinks that he is the chosen one.

And he did not live up to the expectations of his father and mother. He read through the books they prepared from an early age, learned various spells that he thought were extremely interesting, and even communicated with those animal companions.

The requirements of his mother and old man were very strict, but he basically did it.

Eat all the knowledge they gave you and wait for an opportunity to fully practice digestion.

You can go out to explore, travel, and 'save' the world.

However, before Connor's restless heart could get too restless, a notification completely shattered his simple and wild, beautiful and dreamy imagination of a different world.

There is no chaos here now, there is an order of its own here.

The world on the surface belongs to ordinary people, while wizards are active behind the scenes, seemingly unrelated but with extremely far-reaching implications.

In fact, this is the world of fairy tales that he still remembers part of.

""Harry Potter"..."