An acceptance letter from Hogwarts sent a ripple through the calm life of Ye Feng. He never imagined that the script he was holding wasn't the protagonist's script for a spiritual energy Revival or urban Xiuxian at all; he was actually holding a fanfic magic script, which had absolutely nothing to do with his system.
"Wait, that's not right. I'm currently in the country. Even though the timing is a bit off, and I haven't really read Harry Potter, I have read fanfiction. Isn't Hogwarts' standard for enrollment eleven-year-old children born in Britain with magical talent?"
While Ye Feng was utterly baffled, Deputy Headmistress "Cat-girl" Minerva McGonagall, far away at Hogwarts, was equally bewildered by Headmaster Dumbledore's decision. She simply couldn't understand why the Headmaster knew about and insisted on sending an acceptance letter to an unknown young boy far away in Huaguo.
As for our protagonist, Ye Feng, after listening to his mother finish reading the contents of that acceptance letter, he also fell silent, but this silence quickly turned into excitement.
Although Ye Feng had practiced Xiuxian for ten years, he hadn't really fought much and wasn't quite sure of the limits of his strength—perhaps he could kill Voldemort with a single finger right now—he was still somewhat interested in the power of magic. What's more, the wizarding world had dragons, all sorts of magical creatures, and bizarre items.
How did that saying go? There are three thousand Great Daos, but in the end they all lead to the same destination. Although the magic system was different from Xiuxian, the various things should be roughly similar. Even if the traits differed, he could just study them a bit and then classify their uses according to their properties.
Therefore, when Ye Feng heard the contents of this acceptance letter, his heart was somewhat excited. As for whether it could be fake—even if it were fake, the residual special energy fluctuation of a certain kind that he had never seen before on it was definitely not fake. In other words, real or fake, he had to go take a look.
Thus, Ye Feng had his mother write a reply letter. As for Ye Feng being too young to go abroad or anything like that, his parents weren't worried at all. After all, in this era, older generations who could become English teachers more or less had some family background, so it was perfectly reasonable for his mum to have a few friends abroad, right?
Of course, it was also largely related to the fact that his parents didn't really believe this was real, thinking it was just a prank by one of their friends.
The next day, Ye Feng woke up as usual and swallowed the purple Qi facing the rising morning sun. Just as he finished absorbing the Qi and exhaling the turbid air as he always did, an owl silently dropped from the sky, and then... and then with a crisp *crack*, it crashed right into the 'sword Qi' he had exhaled.
Ye Feng: ！！！(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ
Seeing the owl screaming and spinning as it plunged toward the ground, Ye Feng was instantly startled out of his wits. The next second, the curtain in his room fluttered slightly, and when it fell back into place, Ye Feng was already squatting in the shade of the trees outside the window.
"Holy shit! Chubby-faced... pfft, Big Brother Owl, don't die! Wake up, you still have a letter to deliver! Let's talk about this, can you hold on and wait until you deliver the letter back before you die?"
Owl: (╬◣д◢)！！ Human speech?
Fortunately, owls couldn't talk, otherwise it would have surely pointed at Ye Feng's nose and cursed him out thoroughly.
Ye Feng also discovered its problem, so he placed the owl—which had a clean-through bloody hole in its abdomen—on the ground, flipped his small hand over to retrieve a thumb-sized pill exuding a faint fragrance, pried open the owl's beak, and fed it the pill.
"Brother Eagle, don't you worry. This pill is the 'Hundred-Fragrance Pellet' I refined using ninety-nine-eighty-four kinds of spices. Although it doesn't have the power to bring the dead back to life or regrow flesh and bones, treating this trivial fatal wound is a piece of cake."
Owl: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ No, wait, I feel like I can still be saved! ! !
One hour later...
"Yo, Xiaofeng, we're in for a treat today. Your mum went out early this morning to buy pigeons and stewed pigeon porridge. It smells so damn good. I secretly tasted a spoonful earlier, and I don't know what seasonings your mum put in, but this pigeon porridge has a special fragrance and is delicious."
Ye Feng: ヽ(￣▽￣)ﾉ
Ye's Mum, who had just come downstairs after watering the strawberries Ye Feng planted on the balcony: "Old man, this isn't pigeon porridge; this is old hen porridge I stewed with the 'wild hen' Xiaofeng picked up."
"Oh, then we'll have to eat more in a moment. This is a rare and good thing."
Ye Feng: (～￣▽￣)～
"Brother Eagle, I'm sorry. Every Qingming Festival I'll burn a few more female eagles down for you. Have a safe journey! (Ｔ▽Ｔ)"
A few minutes later...
"Sigh, not to mention, Brother Eagle, you really do taste quite fragrant." Talking to himself in his heart, Ye Feng handed the empty bowl to Ye's Mum beside him, asking her to ladle him another bowl.
Although the first owl to deliver a letter had met a heroic end, Ye Feng's letter was still successfully handed over to its successor and mailed out. And on the second day after the letter was mailed, Hogwarts' Headmaster, the one wearing a small round hat and having a long white beard—Dumbledore—suddenly appeared right in front of their door.
As for Ye Feng, looking at Dumbledore's smiling face, he subconsciously glanced at the bag of rubbish outside the door that he hadn't had time to throw away yet. Discovering Ye Feng's little action, Dumbledore also smiled, turned his head to glance at it, and then the smile on his face froze.
"Haha, well... Headmaster Dumbledore, right? I didn't expect you to make a personal visit. Please come in." Although Ye's Dad wasn't a smooth operator, he could sense this subtle atmosphere, so he immediately broke the ice and invited Dumbledore into the house.
"Hoo~"
Seeing Ye's Dad's bright smile, Dumbledore let out a breath, and the smile on his face came alive once more.
"In this magical land full of delicacies, having never been exposed to magic before, it's quite normal to mistake the incoming delivery owl for 'ingredients' delivered to your doorstep. Still, next time I send a letter to a young wizard in this mysterious country, I'll have to change the kind of 'messenger'."
Ye Feng didn't know all the thoughts flashing through Dumbledore's mind at this moment, but judging from the present situation, Dumbledore probably wouldn't hold them accountable for 'burying' that messenger.
However, Ye Feng felt it was still better to play it safe. So as he followed him inside, he put his small hand behind his back and gave a hook, and the rubbish bag—which still had a long tail feather sticking out of it—quietly vanished, as if it had never appeared at all. Of course, that was ignoring the watermark left on the ground.
An hour later, having agreed to take Ye Feng to purchase all kinds of school supplies the day after tomorrow, and instructing Ye's Dad and Ye's Mum to handle the formalities for going abroad so they could take Ye Feng to London for school enrollment on September 1st, Dumbledore suddenly vanished using Apparition right before their astonished eyes. As for Diagon Alley, the magical neighborhood he had only heard about, Ye Feng was also full of anticipation.
Of course, he certainly wouldn't slack off in his Xiuxian cultivation. After all, he had already practiced for ten years; it had long become his instinct and a habit of his. Ye's Dad and Ye's Mum were also quite excited since their son was going to study abroad—this was definitely something quite worthy of pride.