Admission Notice

"So, you're worried about having no money and not knowing the way to the magical world?"

The words "please take me as your disciple" had been on the tip of his tongue several times, but in the end, he couldn't hold them back and blurted them out.

Yet what came out turned into him having no money...

Dumbledore thought for a moment. Indeed, for a child from an orphanage, having no money was a very normal thing. Moreover, if the child had strong enough self-esteem, finding it hard to speak up was understandable.

"Money isn't a problem. Every impoverished young wizard will receive a Hogwarts grant. However, this money can only help you buy a wand and some second-hand books."

Dumbledore clasped his hands in his pockets, lowering his head in thought.

"But taking you to Diagon Alley for your necessities..."

"Excuse me, Professor. If it's just about getting to a certain place in London, I can manage on my own!"

Dumbledore was taken aback, then understood. Cypher had definitely sneaked off to play in London more than once.

But the wizarding world was not the Muggle world.

Among the wizarding areas connected to London, only Diagon Alley had Aurors stationed there, keeping order relatively stable.

If Cypher were tricked into Knockturn Alley by accident...

Dumbledore frowned. With the war approaching, Hogwarts professors had no choice but to help on the front lines.

On top of that, the Wizarding War launched by Grindelwald a few years ago had only just ended.

Many members of ancient families were left homeless and wandering outside.

It was unrealistic for professors to take every young wizard to Diagon Alley one by one to buy supplies.

Cypher seemed mature enough. Finding a responsible Little Lion to help him should be sufficient.

"Cypher, I can't fully agree to your request. How about this: the day after you receive your school admission letter, which should also be your shopping day, I'll arrange for one of your senior schoolmates to help you. What do you think?"

Cypher opened his mouth but ultimately didn't refuse Dumbledore's arrangement.

In truth, Cypher really hoped a pretty senior girl would lead him into the magical world.

He wanted to object and ask if his guide could be changed to a senior girl.

But thinking about how he'd still have to shamelessly dig into Dumbledore's knowledge after school started, He decided not to tarnish his own image.

"I'm sorry, Cypher. There's too much to do before school starts. It's only these few days that I can spare time to visit each of you new students."

Dumbledore misunderstood again. He thought Cypher wanted him to personally lead him into the magical world.

I'm still as popular as ever!

Carrying two fish home, he quickly processed them and made a delicious fish soup.

As the savory fish soup filled his mouth, Cypher confirmed he wasn't dreaming.

He had once suspected the world he'd transmigrated into was the Marvel universe.

Because whether a spell was chanted correctly or not had no effect on the outcome.

But then, a Hogwarts professor who called himself Dumbledore found him.

So the world he'd transmigrated into was definitely the magical world of Harry Potter.

Yet there were also some differences.

Cypher suspected that at least one of his parents had rabbit blood.

Because he had too many rabbit-like traits.

From that day on, every morning Cypher would push open the window and gaze up at the sky with eager anticipation.

Hoping an owl would bring him the admission letter he longed for.

The September 1st school start date from his memory was drawing closer and closer.

One day, Cypher skillfully pushed open the window.

To his surprise, a pure white Snowy Owl stood on the windowsill.

When the Snowy Owl saw the window open, it also sensed the delighted anticipation of the little boy before it.

It spread its wings, making as if to enter the room.

However...

"Smack!"

"Sorry, sorry... I'll treat you to some fish sticks. This is plain boiled water. Please, enjoy..."

Cypher clasped his hands together, repeatedly apologizing to the proud, ruffled little cutie in front of him.

Every morning, Cypher would open the window, but there was never any result.

He had developed the habit of opening the window to check, then instinctively closing it again.

Sure enough, the Hogwarts messenger was smacked straight into the windowpane from outside.

After much back and forth.

Finally.

Whether it was because the Snowy Owl saw that Cypher's apology was sincere, or because he had pulled out some tasty treats to tempt it.

The disheveled Snowy Owl finally buried its head in dried fish.

Cypher was finally able to reach out and smooth its ruffled feathers, while also taking the letter tied to its leg.

Full and satisfied, the little messenger saw that Cypher had no intention of sending a reply.

So it flapped its wings and flew away.

Cypher took a deep breath, calming his racing heart.

But his hands still trembled as he picked up the letter.

[Outside London

Cokeworth

Corlin Road Orphanage

Single dormitory, turn right after entering

Second-floor bed, to Mr. Cypher Corwin]

"So this is magic? The ability to precisely monitor a Young Wizard's movements."

Cypher's heart tightened, and he quickly lifted his head to look around...

In his excitement, he had indeed unconsciously sat down on the bed.

Though he couldn't tell if it was coincidence, or if the address had changed the moment he read the letter.

"Always remain in awe of the unknown."

Cypher took another deep breath, reminding himself.

He picked up the letter again.

The writing was in emerald-green ink, with no stamp, and the parchment felt thick and heavy.

He flipped it over to find a wax seal bearing a shield-shaped crest, with a large letter "H" encircled by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

Cypher slowly broke the seal and pulled out the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Armando Dippet

(Deputy Head of the International Confederation of Wizards, British Royal Honored Wizard, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Corwin, We are pleased and honored to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of all necessary books and equipment.

The term begins on September 1st.

We await your owl by August 31st to bring your reply for any inquiries.

Yours sincerely, Brandt Fergus

Deputy Headmaster

Dumbledore isn't the headmaster?

Oh right, it's 1938 now...

Wait...

Around this time, the first Grindelwald seems to be trying to unify the wizarding world.

The second Dark Lord... could he be in my year???

In this era... if I can survive intact, that'd already be a huge success...

After reading the letter, a string of absurd thoughts flashed through Cypher's mind.

By the time he snapped back to reality.

He had no idea how long he'd been sitting motionless at the head of the bed.

A call brought him back.

It was Annie, the youngest child in the orphanage and the one most attached to him.

She was standing at the door, smiling and calling him down for breakfast.

Cypher came to his senses, smiled, and stood up. As he passed the desk, he casually placed the letter in a drawer.

Leading Annie down the hallway, Cypher's gaze gradually grew firm.

Living in this turbulent era, if I just cling to Dumbledore's coattails to scrape by, I'd really regret it!