Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Seeing the words on the envelope, Altaïr's face showed a look of surprise, and then seemed to think of something, turned the envelope over, and sure enough, a red wax mark on the envelope, and above the wax print, was a shield-like coat of arms.

The four corners of the shield are a lion, an eagle, a snake and a badger.

"Harry Potter."

Altaïr let out a long sigh of relief and understood at once.

The kind of power that he can't control seems to be the little wizard's magic explosion, and when his emotions fluctuate violently, he inadvertently caused a magic explosion.

"It turns out that this is the world of Harry Potter!"

Altaïr didn't know what he was like, a little apprehensive, some excited, and a little stunned.

He had always thought that it was his unique goldfinger, and he had thought that after completely controlling that power, he would use the advantages of the Shelby family to become the godfather of Europe.

Now it seems that I thought too much.

He is just a small wizard, and even his talent may not be high, after all, he has not found a clue to use magic for so long, and Voldemort has been able to control his magic well during his time in the orphanage.

Could it be that he crossed through and did not have a single gold finger?

"In 1991, Harry Potter and I were in the same class."

Altaïr came back to his senses and glanced at his owl who was tilting his neck on the table, thinking that the little one might want something to eat, after all, it had flown from Hogwarts.

I don't know where Hogwarts is, but it should not be close to Birmingham.

Altaïr took out a bag of snacks from the drawer next to his bed, a good-tasting thick-cut smoked beef jerky, and the owl was a carnivore, but Altaïr had no mice and raw meat on hand, and he didn't know if he was used to eating it or not.

Altaïr opened the snack bag, took two beef jerky from it and handed them to the owl, and the little guy tilted his head to look at Altaïr, cooed, and then took the jerky and ate it.

Seeing the owl eating on his own, Altaïr opened the parchment envelope.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, recipient of the Order of Sir Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Supreme Wizarding Court of Wizengamot

).

Dear Mr. Shelby:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been approved to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st, and we will be waiting for your owl to bring you back by July 31st.

Vice-principal.

Minerva McGonagall.

Altaïr gently placed the letter on the table, he had seen Harry Potter movies in his previous life, so he didn't think it was a prank or a trap laid by some malicious person.

After all, there is no Harry Potter book in this world, so it is impossible for anyone to come up with the Hogwarts mark and put the names of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

At this time, the owl had finished eating the beef jerky, but it had not yet flown away, Altaïr thought about it, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and wrote on it with a pen:

Dear Professor McGonagall:

Thank you for your letter, something unexplained has happened to me, but I still have many questions, I hope to ask you in person, I will prepare exquisite desserts and afternoon tea, and look forward to your visit.

Altaïr Shelby.

Altaïr rolled up the letter, put it in the parchment envelope, and handed it to the owl.

The owl picked up the letter, flapped its wings and flew out.

Altaïr closed the window again, turned off the light, and went back to bed to lie down.

For young wizards from Muggle families, Hogwarts School will send professors to the door before the start of school, after all, they need to convince Muggles of the existence of the wizarding world, and they also need to take the young wizards to Diagon Alley to buy the things they need to enroll.

So even if Altaïr didn't reply, the Hogwarts professor would still come to the door, but it would be good to return a letter, at least to make the never-masked Professor McGonagall have a better impression of him.

Although he came from a family of Shelby with blood and violence in his bones, elegance and etiquette were also qualities that a Shelby gentleman should have.

First impressions matter.

Lying on the bed, Altaïr began to think cranky with some excitement.

He didn't know which academy he would be sorted into.

He is very aware of who he is, he has the crazy blood of the Shelby family flowing in his bones, and his ambition is even greater than Tommy Shelby.

Because Altaïr has always wanted to become the godfather of the entire European underground world, and then spread the power of his family to the whole world.

After all, the Shelby family's Razor Party was once the most influential gang in Britain, and its connections and fame are here, even if it is now in decline, but as long as there is enough strength, it is much easier to make a comeback than to start from scratch.

Be ambitious, cautious and judge the situation.

Rational pursuit of interests, not impulse, for the greater good can talk and laugh with the enemy.

Seriously, he was more in line with Slytherin, but he wasn't a pure-blood, not even a half-blood.

He didn't know if Slytherin would accept students like himself.

As for the other houses, Altaïr did not think that his qualities met the admission standards of these houses, and when he thought about it, it seemed that Slytherin was a little more reliable.

Confused, Altaïr fell asleep.

Tonight he had a rare dream, dreaming of Harry Potter, dreaming of Lord Voldemort, dreaming of the wizarding world, and strangely, he also dreamed of Hermione and Luna.

Of course, this may be because he has always had a good impression of these two girls in the previous life.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Outside the door came the voice of his maid Sophia.

"Master Altaïr, it's almost time for breakfast."

"I know, come in."

Altaïr replied, stretched, and sat up from the bed.

Altaïr breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the admission letter next to the pillow was still there, and he was really afraid that when he woke up, he would find that everything was his imagination.