The breeze blew the neat hedges on both sides of the road, and the street was silent and spotless under the afternoon sky. Everything was so clean, tidy, and well-organized, even the trash cans by the road looked clean.
The only living creatures on the street were a teenager and a silver tabby American Shorthair. The teenager's clothes were very inappropriate, he was wearing a strange white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of tattered denim shorts, and he had long black hair.
Although the boy's clothes didn't fit very well, it was clean, and his hair was long, but not greasy. At this moment, he was concentrating on rummaging through the trash can. As he rummaged, lines of words flashed in his mind.
[Beast Meat+1]
[Poultry +1]
[Potato+1]
[Carrot with unknown liquid on the outside +1]
[Daily quest: Recycle ingredients completed] Magic Stone +10
Teenager: …
I always felt that something extraordinary was mixed in. But all this has nothing to do with him, he is just a machine that has no emotions to complete tasks.
But suddenly, the door in the courtyard opposite the trash can was opened, and a little girl with thick brown hair came out with a small bag of things.
The girl stood in the garden and called to him through the fence: "Hello."
"My name is not Hi, my name is Tom, Tom Yodel."
The girl puffed out her cheeks and looked a little unconvinced. "Okay, Tom. My mom made some little cakes, do you want to try them? Oh, yes, my name is Hermione, Hermione Jane Granger. ." Saying that, she shoved the bag of things in her hand into the boy's hand.
Hearing the girl's name, Tom was stunned for a moment. He felt that something was surging in his mind, but he couldn't remember it. It felt like those boiling memories were locked...
Hermione didn't notice the anomaly, she continued to talk nonstop.
"Also, I don't think it's a good idea to wander around every day. You can try to go to the city's rescue station or orphanage to see if there is a possibility of being accepted, or find a small shop to be an apprentice..." She looked Glancing at the boy's face that was obviously no more than fourteen years old, he hesitated for a while, and then said: "If you still have family, go back, your parents will definitely be very worried..."
The girl is actually quite talkative, Tom asked himself, he wouldn't talk so much with a scavenger.
He smiled at Hermione, then picked up a withered white rose flower from the bushes in the garden, the flower quickly regained its vitality in his hands, and it became as if it had just been picked from the flower bush.
"This is for you. Thank you."
He handed the flower over to the kind little girl in front of him.
"Oh!" Hermione looked surprised.
At this moment, the tabby cat had quietly run to the feet of the two of them, staring at them both silently. But no one cares: after all, what kind of bad thoughts can cats have?
Tom saw the tabby cat out of the corner of his eye. He leaned over and picked it up, and picked up the big cat. Perhaps it happened suddenly. As a cat, the tabby cat didn't react and was caught by a hand. He picked it up, and then a hand fell on her head, touching and touching...
"It's beautiful, isn't it? This cat, I've always wanted to have a cat, but I'm afraid they will eat the pigeons near my house—ouch—"
The tabby cat suddenly exerted force and jumped out of his arms.
"Ha, this cat is still afraid of life. I'll go first, thank you for the cake!" Tom smiled at Hermione, then waved and left without waiting for her to say anything.
Tom walked unhurriedly all the way, and finally came to a bridge hole, under the bridge hole were some odds and ends - these were all Tom's belongings.
There was a smoldering fire pit on the ground. Tom took out a stick from the pile of debris, flipped it a few times, and then took out a black ball of mud.
Tom smashed the outer shell of the mud ball and peeled off the leaves inside. An invisible bird appeared in front of him, and there was a strange smell in the air - not aroma of course, no seasoning at all. Meat, only the taste of meat.
Tom took out a jar from the corner, sprinkled a handful of shiny white granules on the poultry, and then ate it one bite at a time.
After a while, one-third of the beggars were wiped out by him. Tom, who was eating fragrantly, suddenly raised his head vigilantly, looked outside, and a pointed iron rod appeared silently in his hand.
A tall, stern-looking woman appeared in front of him, wearing an emerald green robe and a pointed hat that was slanted to one side.
"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?" Tom asked alertly without relaxing.
"I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall."
"Professor?" Tom repeated, looking wary, "Then why are you here? Am I getting in your way?"
"No, I work at a school called Hogwarts. Can you repeat what you just did at Miss Granger's door?"
"Okay." Tom didn't talk nonsense, he picked up a leaf and let it revive again.
A look of surprise flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"Sure enough...but you're not on the list..." Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought. For Professor McGonagall, since she had discovered the child, there was no reason to let it go, and even though he wasn't on the list of freshmen, she decided to admit him as well - which was her role as vice-head of Hogwarts. A little power.
This is not a bad guy. Professor McGonagall can see that if Tom's magic power level is not channeled, he will either die in the explosion of magic power, or become silent, or the most powerful one. She recalled a memory from her youth and shivered.
In terms of reason, she couldn't let a runaway silence appear on the streets of London.
Then there is only one answer!
"I'm here to invite you to the school where I work - that is, Hogwarts, and you were admitted to Hogwarts. It is a school that accepts students with special abilities." Said here, she Seeing Tom's face change slightly, he quickly added, "It sounds a bit strange, but Hogwarts is not a lunatic asylum, it's a magic school."
Tom was stunned, there was no expression on his face.
Professor McGonagall seemed to suddenly remember something. She asked Tom, "Oh, I forgot to ask. What's your name? Are there any relatives at home?"
"My name is Tom, and I'm an orphan." Tom replied subconsciously.
McGonagall: …
Why is this family background so familiar?