Hogwarts: Magical Elegy

It’s still the summer of 1938

Hogwarts by the Black Lake

A boy with black hair was lying in the mud by the lake.

I don’t know how long it took, but a little crab came to the boy’s face. There were two holes in the boy’s face. The little crab, which was the size of a fingernail, moved in happily.

What the little thing didn't expect was that as soon as its foot took half a step forward, a fierce air flow burst out from the hole.

Ah Qiu————

Accompanied by the sound of sneezing, the unconscious boy sat up in excitement.

Where am I?

He shook his head, shook the mud off his head, and poured out the muddy water from his ears.

Wipe your hands as clean as possible on the mud-covered clothes, then raise your hands to wipe your face.

The hazy vision became clear, and the surrounding scenery began to come into view.

The sun is about to set and the moon has risen.

A light layer of mist covers the lake, like a veil, hiding the true appearance of the lake.

The lake is surrounded by dense woods, and the leaves sway gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Occasionally, the hoots of a few owls echoed above the lake, adding a bit of tranquility and mystery.

Hmm... I fell into the water and was washed ashore? I'm so cold! Isn't it a cold? Find someone for help quickly!

Still a little groggy, the boy put his hands on the ground and staggered up.

No! Someone saved me!

Although there was mud underneath him, when he stood up, he grabbed fresh grass blades in his hands.

Who saved me? Help others to the end!

The surroundings were quiet, so complaining was probably in vain. Besides, the surrounding environment gave me a spooky feeling, so it was better to keep a low profile!

Of course there were no people in the lake, so the boy turned his back to the lake to look for people.

As he passed through the dense forest, a brightly lit castle appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Corwin! Oh! Merlin's beard! I've found you!"

The familiar buildings were awakening his memories, and the boy felt that his brain was starting to shut down.

When I heard a voice coming to my ears, I didn't know if it was calling me, so I subconsciously turned my attention to it.

"Sorry! Are you calling me?"

The boy asked in confusion, his eyes empty and blank.

"Oh my god! There must be too many little wizards falling into the water! The squids can't save them..."

"Recover quickly!"

“Cleaned up!”

"Whirlwind sweeps away!"

...

"Drink this potion! It will be very helpful to you now!"

The feeling of weakness was gone, and the mud on his body disappeared. At this time, the middle-aged man in front of him looked at himself with kind blue eyes, and handed him a bottle of expensive-looking drink with a kind attitude.

The boy did not hesitate, opened the bottle cap and simmered it down in one gulp.

Well--

My stomach felt hot! A warm current began to spread to my limbs and brain.

ah!

I have a headache and feel like my brain is growing!

Just when the boy couldn't hold it back and put on a grinning expression on his face, his brain finally grew...

"Professor Dumbledore?! Why are you here?"

A large package of memories came to his mind, but the boy only picked the most recent memories and waited until a quiet environment to sort out the rest.

"I'm here to bring a lost child home!"

They were a pair of bright blue eyes, sharp and deep, as if they could see into people's hearts and see through all the secrets in the world.

But the professor's face was kind and gentle, with a smile on his lips. This kind and reassuring feeling diluted the aggression in his eyes.

The boy couldn't help but let down his guard.

"Professor...did I fail the admission?"

After hesitating for a moment, the boy spoke first to break the silence.

After all, Professor Dumbledore's eyes were always patrolling his body. The boy who was more sensitive to this feeling seemed to have an invisible hand crawling on his body.

"Ah? Ah! Of course not! From the moment you receive the admission notice, the door to Hogwarts has been opened to you without any hindrance!"

Probably noticing the boy's discomfort, Professor Dumbledore withdrew his gaze. He turned and walked towards the castle, gesturing for the boy to follow him.

"Wait a minute! Professor!"

The middle-aged man stopped and turned around, staring at the boy with no trace of impatience on his face.

"Professor...why am I here? Also, my admission notice seems to be missing..."

There was a hint of fear in the boy's eyes, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

"Peace of mind!"

The professor raised his hand and used his wand to cast a spell on the boy to soothe the boy's body and mind.

"Relax, kid! It was our fault for leaving you here. We didn't expect that the squid didn't send you ashore as soon as possible!"

"As for the admission notice and the magic wand..."

"Don't worry about the notice. We have your file here. The wand is a bit more troublesome... I'll help you salvage it tomorrow. If you can't find it, I'll have to trouble you to buy a new one... Don't worry, Hogwart

Ci will help you pay for it!"

Dumbledore's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to have been carefully thought out, giving people a full sense of reliability.

But the last sentence made the boy stiffen.

Since I came ashore, I have never thought about the wand... This is inconsistent with the status of a wizard!

"I don't mean to blame you! After all, you just came to Hogwarts this year! The main responsibility for losing the wand also lies with us!"

"Ah! Let's talk as we walk! Otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the sorting ceremony!"

...

"Mr. Corwin! Do you love magic?"

Obviously, Professor Dumbledore knew that Muggle-born boys would not know much about magic, so he simply avoided the topic and used the attraction of magic as an entry point.

"certainly!"

"I hope you will always maintain this love!"

...

"Do you hate war?"

"I hate war..."

...

"What do you think of house elves?"

"I...what is that?"

...

"Okay! Sypha Corwin! I can only send you here because I have to preside over the sorting ceremony!"

In front of the main gate of Hogwarts Castle, Professor Dumbledore ended his conversation with the boy, Sypha Corwin. He waved his wand, reopened the closed door of the castle, and signaled Sypha to walk to the main gate.

The road to the auditorium.

As for himself, he went straight to the host stage through another road.

"Professor Dumbledore!..."

Along the way, because my memory was not sorted out, there were too many of Xifa's answers that were not in line with what a young Muggle wizard who had just entered school should know.

Seeing that Professor Dumbledore did not inquire further and turned to leave, he subconsciously called to the professor.

But when those deep blue eyes looked into his own, I don't know why, but I didn't know how to speak a thousand words.

"Xifa! From now on, don't trust anyone easily!"

Ah! Wait a minute!! The Riddler!!!

Xifa hurriedly chased him to the corner where Dumbledore disappeared... However, what was in front of him was a wall!