From Shushan

The envelope was sealed with a strange purple crest, seemingly composed of a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a large serpent forming the letter "H".

But even stranger was the letter's content:

"To Mr. Li Mu from Shushan Academy of the Celestial Dynasty: We are delighted that you have arrived in London. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry warmly welcomes you. In the coming years, you will be studying at this prestigious institution in the Western wizarding world. School begins on September 1st, and we hope you will arrive in time to register. Please proceed to Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station and board the Hogwarts Express.

Wishing you a pleasant journey.

Additionally, Professor Li mentioned that he has opened an account for you in Gringotts, depositing a large sum of gold coins, which I believe will be sufficient for you to purchase all necessary school supplies.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore"

Attached to the letter was an appendix listing a long series of books and instruments that needed to be purchased in advance. In addition, the envelope contained a map and a ticket. The map marked various well-known magical locations in London, Britain, while the ticket was the boarding pass for the Hogwarts Express.

After skimming the map, Li Mu carefully examined the address on the ticket, confirming it was indeed Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station... In the eyes of the old man Li Jianmin, this was a strange address. A platform name with six characters, including three numbers, and a pronunciation that was difficult to articulate, it was simply making things difficult for people. This once again confirmed that the Western magical world was deliberately mystifying and extremely unreliable, and that going there to study was a complete waste of time.

However, Li Mu knew what was going on, and he had a faint expectation for the upcoming journey.

He had been cooped up in the mountains for too long. Everything down the mountain was like a captivating beauty, both alluring and coy. This trip to Britain, whether as a vacation or to chase after something, was better than staying with that old geezer in the mountains every day.

Li Mu carefully put the ticket and letter back into the envelope and tucked it away safely, then haphazardly stuffed the books piled on the bed into his suitcase.

They included Hogwarts: A History, The World of Wizardry, A History of Magic, Magical Theory... Li Mu had flown from Huayang Airport at the foot of Shushan to London, Britain, more than a month in advance. During this time, besides visiting attractions such as the Tower of London and Big Ben, he had been holding these books, previewing them in advance.

In the eyes of Easterners, the Western magical world has always been isolated and closed off, and they have not handled their relationship with the secular world very well. But after staying here for some days, Li Mu felt that this was not entirely the case. At least in terms of shopping, it was still very convenient for magical people. He had bought these books at an inconspicuous bookstore around Piccadilly St. James's Church, next to Hatchards Bookstore, once used by the Queen of Britain.

According to Li Mu's understanding these days, there were dozens of places throughout London where one could buy and sell books from the magical world. Those bookstores were hidden deep in the most prosperous parts of the city and also sold ordinary books.

Li Mu had long admired the names of books like Hogwarts: A History in his memory, but actually reading them still made his head spin... In any case, he had gained some understanding of Hogwarts and roughly understood the similarities and differences between magic and what he had learned in previous years, and even his English proficiency had greatly improved.

Faced with the unknown magical journey, even Li Mu, who had lived two lives, couldn't help but feel a little excited. He carefully packed again and finally picked up his suitcase and walked out of the temporary hotel.

He now had to follow the map in the envelope to find the Leaky Cauldron, then go to Diagon Alley to withdraw money and purchase some learning items that could not be bought outside.

Today was Tuesday, and according to the almanac he had looked at a few days ago, it was "auspicious for all undertakings," which made Li Mu a little happy. Honestly, he was somewhat skeptical about the accuracy of these predictions of good and bad fortune, but having a good psychological suggestion was always a good thing.

There were already quite a few taxis in London in this era. They were a bit expensive, but they were convenient. Li Mu readily stopped one on the street, anyway, no matter how expensive it was, it was spending the old man's money.

As a result, the Leaky Cauldron was not far from the hotel where he was staying. The taxi circled around, turned a few street corners, and arrived. Li Mu got out of the car without saying a word. Even after walking a long way, the taxi driver was still standing there staring at him, his face full of hesitation and worry.

After all, Li Mu was just a little kid of ten years old, wandering around alone with a suitcase, which naturally made people pay special attention... Especially since the place he was going to was like this...

Li Mu was stunned for a long time by the scene in front of him.

Just now it was a bustling street, but this turn made it seem like he had come directly from the metropolis to a poor suburb.

In the middle of a row of old, low stone houses, there was a small, dirty tavern. The English gilded letters of "Leaky Cauldron" were hanging crookedly on the swaying wooden door, as if they would fall down at any moment.

In the bustling city, it was really inconspicuous. Perhaps other normal people would regard it as a garbage room for storing old things.

Li Mu looked up and around, and compared it with the markings on the map, confirming that this was indeed the place.

Looking at the urban-rural fringe-like environment around him, and then looking at the fashionable buildings less than two streets away, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment—did the Western wizards really always like to make themselves look dirty and sloppy?

Despite his grumbling, he still stepped forward and gently pushed open the brown wooden door.

The light suddenly dimmed.

The bar was dark and also looked dirty and messy, but the space inside was much larger than it looked from the outside—if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that such a slovenly tavern could actually accommodate more than a dozen tables and chairs, and could accommodate more than a hundred people drinking together.

"Definitely been tampered with." Li Mu muttered to himself, surveying his surroundings with his good eyesight.

He quickly discovered another reason why the house seemed so empty—there were people in the house, many people. But now, all these people were gathered in the very center of the house, making sounds of amazement.

What's going on? Some kind of event? ... Li Mu squinted, observing their strange attire, clearly different from ordinary people, and knew he had indeed found the right place.

With a creak, the wooden door closed again, and the light in the room dimmed further. Li Mu walked towards the center of the room, but no one paid any attention, not even a glance.

Everyone was still huddled together, exclaiming in amazement.

Do the bartenders here not do business? Li Mu thought angrily, not in the mood to listen to what these people were talking about in perfect English.

Then his gaze fell on the large man in the center of the crowd. He couldn't help but get excited. That burly man was at least twice as tall as an adult, and his width was unmatched by four or five adults. Standing in the crowd, he was like a small hill, particularly eye-catching.

What made Li Mu overjoyed was not just the burly figure, but also the distinctly featured face—the big man's long black hair and beard were tangled in a messy mess, revealing only a small patch of ruddy face in the middle, making anyone who saw him feel rough.

That was Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid.

If he couldn't recognize him with such obvious features, then Li Mu's previous life's reading of Harry Potter would have been in vain.

Looking at the burly giant's side, there was indeed a thin, black-haired little boy surrounded in the center. His judgment became even more certain.

That giant was Hagrid, and the little boy... who else could he be but Harry Potter?

He looked closely, and the famous Harry Potter was indeed thin, with messy hair and a pair of bright green eyes. Under that bird's nest hairstyle, a lightning-shaped scar was faintly visible.

Just like a brain-dead fan who flies thousands of miles to chase stars and suddenly sees their beloved idol, Li Mu couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and rushed forward.

"Hey! Ha..." he shouted loudly.

Halfway through the word, he noticed pairs of sharp eyes cast over, almost like sharp arrows, making his forehead feel a little cold.

The group of people hadn't noticed Li Mu just now, and the sudden shout clearly startled them. They all turned to look at him, watching this young man with a suitcase, black hair and black eyes, a well-proportioned body, and brownish-yellow skin with vigilance and curiosity.

"Ha... Hello!" Li Mu reacted extremely quickly, and the name that was about to come out immediately turned into a greeting, and the excitement on his face tried to calm down.

"Are you from Celestial Dynasty?" he asked.

In this chapter, I accidentally wrote more than 2600 words. Considering my hard work like a little bee, would you please collect and recommend it?

(End of this chapter)