There were once four children, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, whose wonderful adventure was told in another book called "the lion, the witch and the wardrobe."
After breakfast, Karl Olonlin wrote the opening of "Prince Caspian" from the chronicles of narnia on draft paper.
However, before he could continue writing, a "thump, thump, thump" sound came from the cool morning breeze.
Karl Olonlin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fluffy, round owl that had landed on the windowsill at some point, gently tapping the wooden window with its beak.
"Hmm? Where did this round-faced hooting chicken come from?"
Seeing that it had caught Karl Olonlin's attention, the owl narrowed its eyes as if laughing, then picked up the envelope it was holding in its claws, spread its wings, and flew onto the desktop.
"Ah, this..."
Karl Olonlin looked at the owl, which was acting cute, then at the envelope made of thick parchment, and couldn't help but frown, feeling that things were not simple.
"This scene gives me such a strong sense of déjà vu! Could it be... I actually transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter?"
Although Britain in 1990 was fine, it was very abnormal for an owl to deliver a letter when he was eleven years old.
Not to mention that in these eleven years, Karl Olonlin had already discovered that this was not the Earth of his previous life.
At the very least, many literary works had not appeared, which was why he was able to publish the first part of the chronicles of narnia, "the lion, the witch and the wardrobe," some time ago, using the royalties to improve the lives of the children in the orphanage.
Karl Olonlin reached out and took the envelope from the owl's mouth to examine it, only to see written on it in emerald green ink:
Buckinghamshire, Aylesbury District, White Sand Street Orphanage, Second Floor Bedroom, Karl Olonlin.
Turning the envelope over, one could see a wax seal, a shield crest, and a large letter H, surrounded by a griffin, badger, and snake.
Well! It can be confirmed now, it is indeed the world of Harry Potter.
"Merlin's flowery pants! Fortunately, I played it safe back then and chose the chronicles of narnia series!"
Sighing with emotion, as one does when in Rome, Karl Olonlin let out a long breath of relief, as he had almost made a huge mistake.
At that time, wanting to make some money, he had deliberated for a long time between "The Lord of the Rings," the chronicles of narnia, and Harry Potter.
After careful analysis, "The Lord of the Rings" was excluded first.
After all, this magnificent and grand epic fantasy masterpiece was something Karl Olonlin could not possibly have written at his age.
While the chronicles of narnia and Harry Potter also had this problem, these two works had a stronger fairy tale quality, mostly about the magical adventures of children and Little wizards.
Considering that the latter was published in 1997, he did not choose Harry Potter, which could have appeared on the timeline, but instead chose the chronicles of narnia, which was confirmed to have disappeared.
Looking at it now, that was indeed an incredibly correct decision!
"If I had chosen Harry Potter then, the first part, Philosopher's Stone, would have already been published..."
Thinking of this possibility, Karl Olonlin felt as if he could already see cold green light randomly flashing on his face, Legilimency being just an appetizer, with a big curse called Avada Kedavra, and if he missed that, there was still the Dementor's Kiss!
"Coo coo coo?"
The owl tilted its head and looked at Karl Olonlin, not understanding why this biped suddenly spaced out.
It took small steps closer to Karl Olonlin, gently pecked his sleeve twice, then opened its mouth, asking to be fed.
~Anything for me?
"Wait a moment ~ I'll go find you something to eat ~"
Karl Olonlin poked the owl's small head, then quickly walked out of the room, returning shortly with a bowl of small fish.
"Eat, eat ~"
Touching the fluffy little guy again, Karl Olonlin tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter to read it carefully.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Principal: Albus Dumbledore
(Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Grand Sorcerer of the First Class of the Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)
Dear Mr. Olonlin:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September the first. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first.
Upon receiving your reply, a school staff member will visit your residence within three days to explain the situation to your guardian and guide you in purchasing the necessary items for school.
(Please do not worry about money; Hogwarts has a special fund to assist Little wizards)
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Principal
"Phew~ How wonderful! I suddenly became a character in the story."
Karl Olonlin vigorously waved his arms twice, then took the letter back to the table, sat down, and began to ponder how to write a reply.
He wondered which Professor would be his guide, but Karl Olonlin most hoped it would be Professor McGonagall, after all, who could refuse a cat?
Please! Animagus is super cool!
After a moment of serious thought, Karl Olonlin picked up his pen and began to write the letter.
Dear Miss McGonagall,
I am delighted to receive such a special letter from you, and the wonderful idea of a magic school fills me with longing.
(Turning spells, magic, potions, and so on into textbooks! Oh my goodness! Your creativity is truly amazing!)
I send you my sincerest regards and eagerly await your arrival!
Whether it is to lead me into an unknown magical world or to discuss together how to create a fairy tale world of magic for children.
(Can you teach me how to train an owl? It's really too cute! It can even deliver letters! And it's super polite!)
Sincerely,
Karl Olonlin
(The strongest White Robe Maia of Middle-earth, the First Guardian Mage of Azeroth, the Chief Summoner of Runeterra)
(Haha! I really hope to exchange titles with Mr. Dumbledore!)
After finishing the reply, Karl Olonlin read it several times before folding it and placing it in the envelope.
This letter perfectly presented the image of a child with a rich imagination, friendly and enthusiastic towards others, lively and cheerful. He hoped it would invite Professor McGonagall.
"Dear little postman, thank you for your hard work!"
Karl Olonlin carried the owl, which had finished eating the small fish, to the windowsill, and after a satisfying pet, he handed it the envelope.
"Coo coo~"
The little guy rubbed its fluffy head against Karl Olonlin, then grabbed the envelope and flew into the sky, quickly disappearing.
"Hogwarts, I'm really looking forward to it."
Watching the owl fly away, Karl Olonlin still couldn't calm his excited feelings and couldn't help but pace back and forth in the room.
"It's 1990 now, so I'm one year older than Harry, which means I won't meet Iron Hat King Hannah Abbott."
"Plus, I'm not an Eton College admittee..."
"Will this make my bloodline impure?"