The Letters Are Wrong

"It's over!" Mu En slowly raised his hand.

"Over?" Evan looked confused. "Although I don't know what your kid is doing, it shouldn't be over yet."

Mu En waved his hand slightly in front of Evan's eyes, immediately causing him to look astonished.

At this moment, the night was as bright as day to him.

At the same time, he also saw—

"That sword?!"

In the distance behind Kri, a greatsword, hidden by darkness, was floating.

"He used a Levitation Charm on the sword, and now it's hidden in the darkness," Mu En said slowly.

"Because Pete has been casting spells from his hand, Kri's attention is now completely focused on him.

And by using the wand confiscated from the cloth bag, Pete's casting level will rise again."

Mu En's face showed some admiration. When did Harry notice that cloth bag?

Was it outside Moonlight Castle earlier, when Harry saw Kri put the wand obtained from the Goblin into the bag?

Or did he notice it when Kri took out his bow and arrows from the dragon saddle?

For his first battle, he displayed such observational skills.

Not bad.

Then, just as Mu En had expected, Harry slowly waved his wand.

"Sword Come!"

Poor Kri was still staring intently in Harry's direction, warily watching his wand, not knowing what kind of spell would be shot out.

Mu En raised his hand and made a fierce grab towards the two people in the sky. It seemed as if some thin film or thread was seeping out from between his fingers.

"Stasis—"

Then, the two people and the dragon in the sky froze abruptly!

The flapping of wings, the flight of the broom, even the smiles and expressions on their faces, all stopped dead.

It was as if time had been put on pause.

A group of people slowly flew into the sky. Mu En removed the enchantments on the two children. Kri was about to say something, but Evan grabbed his head.

"You brat, you lost, don't move!"

As he spoke, he gently turned Kri around.

The enormous Blue Steel Longsword from before was now only half a meter away from him. Just looking at it, one could feel how powerful the sword had been.

Kri nervously swallowed, then glanced at Harry again, and lowered his head in resignation, "I lost."

Harry, sitting on his broom, shook his head. "I was just lucky. If I didn't have this wand, I definitely wouldn't have been able to cast Accio."

"Don't be modest. You must have planned to get this wand from me long ago," Kri waved his hand. "Losing is losing, I'm not going back on my word."

Saying that, the group returned to the ground. As expected, Kri was met with a barrage of teasing from his friends.

Mu En patted Harry's head, praising him, "Kid, you did well. Your thinking was very clear."

Harry was very happy and looked up. "Uncle Mu En, did you fight like this before?"

"No," Mu En shook his head and said with a smile, "I basically only needed one move."

"One move was enough..."

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his slightly dry eyes. Every time he recalled that sentence, he felt a sense of dread.

At that moment, he finally understood what Uncle Mu En had told him before.

"You are not a wizard yet, so you worry about me.

When you become a wizard, you will understand that worrying about me is the most unnecessary thing in this world."

Winter turned to spring, and after the Christmas holiday, the spring and summer terms had now passed.

He had now successfully graduated from St. George's Primary School.

Harry stretched lazily, then walked out of his room to begin his routine cleaning. This was to prevent insects or mice from infesting any unoccupied parts of the castle.

There were even Boggarts.

Downstairs, Lucifer looked at Harry curiously. "You're going to Hogwarts School this year, aren't you?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation and uncertainty.

He wondered how the children born into wizarding families were progressing with their magic. Harry was a little worried.

Those people had been exposed to magic since childhood, and he, a half-baked practitioner, couldn't compare.

The mere thought of it made him feel like a siren was blaring in his head, urging him to hurry up and study.

"Scared," Harry muttered, shaking his head. He decided that after cleaning up, he would organize his notes for the year and then make a study plan for the holiday.

At this time, deep within the Scottish Highlands, amidst lush green mountain meadows, a massive castle was situated.

This castle was surrounded by enchantments, its exact location unknown to anyone. Those without the proper credentials couldn't enter.

Currently, on a corridor on the third floor of the castle, a woman in a dark green robe, wearing a pointed wizard's hat and with a stern expression, was walking briskly.

Hogwarts, now on holiday, was quite empty. The sound of her heels clacking against the stone bricks echoed through the corridor.

Along the way, some of the castle's murals tried to greet the old professor who had worked at Hogwarts for decades, but upon noticing her serious expression, they retracted their greetings.

The woman quickly reached the end of the west corridor on the third floor and spoke to a gargoyle statue at the castle's dripping spout: "Honeydukes!"

A rumbling sound followed as the stone beast statue slowly opened, revealing a passageway. It also greeted her, "Welcome, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you," Professor McGonagall said casually, then entered the rotating staircase within.

Before long, as the stairs slowly spiraled upwards, Professor McGonagall arrived at the seventh floor of the castle.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall called out urgently before even crossing the curtain before the office.

Albus Dumbledore, seated behind his desk and reading a copy of the Daily Prophet, turned upon hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Minerva, aren't you in charge of the new student letters? What's happened?"

"There's a problem with a letter!" Professor McGonagall said, leaning a hand on the desk and handing over the yellow envelope she held.

"It's about Harry Potter."

Hearing this, Dumbledore's expression also turned serious. He adjusted his glasses, took the letter, and waved a hand gently. "Minerva, don't rush. Sit down and rest for a moment."

As he spoke, he also looked at the letter.

"The owl refused to deliver the letter. At first, I didn't know why, but then I discovered the problem was with the address!" Professor McGonagall explained.

At this moment, Dumbledore also noticed the issue with the address on the envelope.

"Number 13, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Mr. Harry Potter."

"What is this?!" Dumbledore frowned, his expression gradually growing solemn.

However, before he could investigate further, the ink on the envelope began to writhe again, changing the text.

"Germany, Munich, St. Wolfgang, deep in the Kirlian Mountains, Mr. Harry Potter."

"Harry's address has been alternating between these two locations, and the precise location cannot be traced. It's clear someone has interfered with the magic of the Book of Admissions!" Professor McGonagall stated.

Dumbledore put down the letter. "Minerva, there's no need to be alarmed. It seems our little savior has encountered some trouble.

How about this: you go back and handle the other new student matters. Don't worry, I'll take care of this letter!"