The Accepting Quill and the Book of Admission

"It's so lively!"

A familiar male voice rang out.

Harry turned his head and saw Basil, who was holding a bottle of murky brown liquid with small black balls in it, and sucking on it with a straw about the thickness of a finger.

Basil noticed Harry's gaze and waved the drink in his hand. "Bubble tea. Pearls—small black balls made from brown sugar and tapioca flour. Bubble tea, easy to understand, right?"

They bumped into Hermione as soon as they got off the train.

Hermione, Ariana, and Phoebe went to reserve seats, and he, bored, went to Madison's China and ordered a milk tea.

But only Harry and Ron paid attention to what Basil was saying.

Basil was incredibly charming, even after he concealed it with magic.

But the perfect combination of his inner charm and physical appearance makes everyone who meets his gaze focus on his handsome face and muscular physique.

Mrs. Weasley was about to grab Ron's ear and scold him, and Ginny, whose eyes were glued to Harry, were no exception.

Fred and George, who wanted to mock their little brother, forgot their lines for a moment.

Ron, upon escaping his tragic fate, did not choose to sneak away.

He pointed curiously to the drink in the clear plastic cup, swallowed hard, and asked, "Is it good? Where can I buy it?"

There are many theories about the origin of modern milk tea.

However, its prototype already existed in England in the 17th century.

The British have long been accustomed to adding milk and sugar to their cups.

But Basil never imagined that foodie Ron wouldn't know. It's like an electrician not knowing left is neutral and right is live, or a thunder god helping him out.

But then Basil recalled that all the wizards he had ever seen who drank tea, such as Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, drank pure tea without adding anything.

Then he said in a flash, "It probably isn't available in the UK yet. But you can have it at the opening dinner tonight."

This wasn't a lie; the very next second after saying that, he contacted the House-elf, Lyle.

As a House-elf of Salazar Slytherin, the original owner of Hogwarts Castle, he still had some influence in the kitchen.

"Then I'll have to savor it properly," Ron the Fly said, rubbing his hands together.

Snap!

Ginny pushed Ron away without any hesitation.

The next second, she put on a shy expression, tidied her hair, and asked, "Are you my brother's friend, Basil Granger?"

Ron's face was pressed against the red metal of the train, and he hadn't even reacted yet.

"Ginny," Harry, helping Ron up with a pained expression, "you're too—"

Ginny turned her head, her facial muscles shifting, using the same angry expression as Mrs. Weasley before, to shut Harry up.

But when she looked at Basil, she became gentle and charming, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Ginny." Basil somewhat awkwardly.

"Don't call me Ginny, you can call me Flair," Ginny, whose full name is Ginny Molly Weasley, said, her ears turning red.

"Hello, Basil." Mrs. Weasley, regaining her senses, quickly stepped in front of her daughter and glared at her.

Her own daughter's lack of self-restraint made her forget the mistakes Ron had made.

"It's almost time to leave." She kissed each of her children goodbye, except for Percy was already in the car and not present.

Then it was Harry, and finally Basil.

She gave Basil a big hug and for a moment forgot to let go.

If it weren't for Mr. Weasley's sudden appearance.

"Ah, your shampoo smells wonderful." Mrs. Weasley said, her face flushed, as she reluctantly straightened up.

But Ginny suddenly pulled her away.

Mrs. Weasley looked down. "Ginny, are you hungry?"

Pretending not to see Mr. Weasley's arrival, she opened her enormous handbag and said, "I made sandwiches for you all. This is yours, Ron ... No. This isn't corned beef... Fred? I didn't take the wrong one. Remember to give the extra to Percy. Darling..."

Basil was even more embarrassed.

It would be great if Mrs. Weasley were as ordinary as the movie version.

But in the novel version, she is the woman who gave birth to Ginny girl at Hogwarts.

Even if her figure changes, she is still stunningly beautiful.

When Mr. Weasley arrived, he greeted him warmly.

Fortunately, a loud whistle blew.

Railway staff walked along the train and closed the doors one by one.

The train also started spewing steam.

Basil quickly said goodbye and jumped into the carriage.

Harry and the others followed suit, leaning against the windowsill and waving to the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley until the train rounded the bend and they were out of sight.

Fred and George had already found a spot and left first.

The same applies to Basil.

Under Ginny's reluctant gaze, he strode towards the front of the corridor.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny walked down the corridor, looking for an empty carriage.

"There are people, there are people everywhere." Ron said, sounding annoyed. "Harry, why don't we go with Basil? There can fit at least five people in one carriage. Hermione won't say anything."

Harry gestured towards Ginny with his chin. "You know Hermione. She definitely doesn't want the two of us disturbing their time together."

Ginny's eyes widened. "A romantic getaway? Basil has a girlfriend? That Hermione?"

"Yawn!" Hermione rubbed her nose in the carriage. "Someone's talking bad about me."

As she spoke, she secretly pinched Basil's thigh.

She had just learned that Basil had spent the entire summer vacation with the two girls.

The blonde girl had bright and elegant features, and her eyes seemed to hold a pool of azure water. She was beautiful but not vulgar, and her speech contained a charming naiveté that did not match her appearance.

The silver-haired French girl spoke with a comical French accent. Her silver hair was as smooth and lustrous as a waterfall in the sunlight, and she also had large, blue eyes, neat, white teeth, and a captivating smile.

What's even more infuriating is that they all have great figures, and you can hardly see their toes at a glance.

Thinking of her very prominent front teeth and her indistinct curves, she pinched Basil's thigh even harder.

Basil feigned pain and begged for mercy, taking Hermione's small hand in his.

This finally calmed Hermione down, who was acting like a little squirrel.

She snorted and raised her little head. "I am Hermione Granger. What are your names?"

Basil's eye twitched. Good heavens, it's been so long, and he still hasn't introduced himself.

Although the railway tracks also belonged to his body, he hadn't paid attention to what the three of them were talking about.

At Madison's request, he was broadcasting live at the time, so she could watch Platform 9 3/4.

Furthermore, she reiterated her desire to attend school with him.

Fiona had recently aged and fallen, and before her death, Fiona destroyed the Witch Hunter group, and the Voodoo Queen was also subdued and brought into the Coven.

The witch academy is no longer a threat.

But Madison still wanted to emigrate across the world and attend Hogwarts.

He completely forgot that he was not a wizard.

Hogwarts admissions are not decided by the headmaster, but by the Accepting Quill and the Book of Admission.

They only accept wizards.

In an unassuming, locked tower at Hogwarts, where no students ever visit, lies an ancient book with a Dragon Hide cover that is already peeling off.

Its pages have not been touched by human fingers since the Four Founders placed it there when the castle was completed.

Beside it, there was a small silver ink bottle with a long, faded quill pen inserted inside.

These are the [The Accepting Quill] and the [The Book of Admission].

Like the Sorting Hat, it requires no maintenance and is still functioning perfectly.

There was no ink in the silver ink bottle.

Therefore, the faded quill feather was believed to be Augurey feather.

Only the Augurey repelled the water.

But this does not hinder the sensitivity of the [The Accepting Quill].

When a child first displays magical talent, a quill will fly out of the inkwell, attempting to write the child's name into the Book of Admission.

[The Accepting Quill] is very sensitive.

Even the Dotty sign of magic was enough to tempt [The Accepting Quill].

When a child first displays magical talent, a quill will fly out of the inkwell, and a silvery liquid will slowly flow from its tip, attempting to record the child's name in the [The Book of Admission].

Even if the magical phenomena created by a child are due to the presence of their wizard parents, and they possess a faint residual magical aura surrounding them, and their spellcasting ability is almost non-existent after leaving their parents, the [The Accepting Quill] will still react to them.

It is like a tolerant teacher, eager to open the door for those students who do not meet the standards or are dull, so that they can receive an education.

However, the existence of the [The Book of Admission] makes this possibility disappear.

The Book of Admission records the name and date of birth of every wizarding child, thus allowing it to tell people who will enter Hogwarts to study and when.

But it is also very strict.

Unless it receives sufficiently compelling evidence that a person possesses magical abilities, it will "bang" shut and refuse to be written on until it receives sufficiently exciting evidence of magical possession.

Therefore, the Accepting Quill ensures that no young wizard is overlooked, the Book of Admission ensures that no Squib is admitted.

They are the wonders of the magical world, and the reason why Hogwarts has stood the test of time.

The other ten magic schools also lack such a sensitive detection mechanism.

Even the British Ministry of Magic cannot detect where wizards are born.

They were locked in a high tower, and only the principal and those he permitted could enter.

Therefore, Madison's desire to enroll was simply a pipe dream.

Magic is not all the same.

They are only the same in noun.

One uses spirituality, the other uses magic like a law.

Ariana was able to enroll because her name was on the [The Book of Admission].

Even now, Basil still cannot unravel the wizard's secrets.

The wizard's magic is too mysterious; even after making a wish multiple times, one can only barely sense it when the Magic Field is not rotating.

It's less of an energy source and more of a privilege.

Therefore, Basil was unable to make Madison a wizard.

Fortunately, Madison temporarily put aside his obsession after the train started moving.

They requested that Basil broadcast the situation on Harry's side.

She wanted to see a live version of Harry Potter.

So, the focus began to shift.

At the door of the last carriage.

"This is unbelievable! There are clearly empty seats, why won't they let us in?"

"Damn pink-haired brat!"

Looking at the train door in front of him, Ron suppressed his anger, closed his eyes, and began to pray. "This is the last carriage. I hope it won't be full again, and it would be best if there was no one there."

Ginny, who was behind him, also began to pray, but she was silently repeating in her heart, "Full, full, full."

That way she could go to Basil's carriage.

She didn't care even if she had to go up against that guy named Hermione.

Whoosh!

Harry didn't wait for them and opened the door directly.

"Remus!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "How could you—"

In his view, since the Ministry of Magic wouldn't allow Lupin to come to the train station with him, it was even more impossible for them to ride the same train together.

Ron's startled laughter and Ginny's annoyed complaints did nothing to attract their attention.

Harry and Lupin looked into each other's eyes, their eyes filled with smiles.

"You may have heard this many times, but allow me to say it: your eyes are exactly like your mother's."

Harry burst out laughing.

Ron and Ginny walked in, looking a little confused.

But Ron laughed too. "It's a bit inexplicable, haha, the Ministry of Magic is really funny, this is too much of a formality."

In the Chat Group.

Madison: "Aha! I see!"

Zoe: "?"

Sophie: "As if no one can see that Lupin isn't looking at Harry."

Beatrix, who had been seeking answers from Anemone, the head of the history of magic, said, "Lupin also likes Lily Evans."

Bellatrix: "No wonder Lupin, who is seen as more composed by others and should be able to keep Sirius and James in check, did not stop James from targeting Snape."

Madison: "Yes, he's jealous!"

"Hey, why are you looking away! Sweetheart? I wanted to see Lupin's expression!"

"Hiss! What's this?"

This was an empty carriage with only one little girl inside.

However, her pink bubblegum-like hair caught the attention of Madison, a seasoned Harry Potter fan.

In the Chat Group.

Madison: "She's Nymphadora Tonks? No, wait. How can she look like a child?"

"Could the Metamorphmagus achieve this level of skill?"

Basil couldn't help but smile as he recalled Nymphadora Tonks's real physique.

He quickly replied in the group chat, "Of course. If she wants, she can even become a man."

"The reason Nymphadora Tonks has turned into a child is that he is carrying out a mission for the Ministry of Magic."

"It's fishing now. Lupin is one of them."

"They wanted to see if Harry would intervene if he were in the same carriage as him."

"That's why she, who was supposed to protect Harry, resolutely refused to let Harry and his friends in."

Beatrix: "Now? So Nymphadora Tonks has other missions?"

Sophie: "You cheated again, didn't you!"

"I caught you this time! You dare say you didn't? Professor Anemone is right next to you."

Beatrix: "So what if it is?"

Zoe: "You two go talk privately! Bucky, you continue."

Basil: "Ani. U. Beatrix, you guessed right."

"But I'll keep it a secret for now; you can guess. I'll announce it at the opening banquet."