Time witchcraft

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"Crowded with Muggles of course..."

Holding her husband's arm, Mrs. Smith passed through the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10 of King's Cross Station, standing in front of the scarlet steam train, looking around while continuing the conversation with her husband.

"After all, today is also the first day of school for Muggle students, isn't it? There are more students over there."

"Of course, all schools in the UK start today, and it's the same as a normal school, my dear." Mr. Smith affirmed his wife's statement and couldn't help but look behind him - there is now a tunnel , From time to time, students and parents came out with their luggage, and the owl's cage was placed on the top of the luggage cart. Such a rare pet, with so many passengers at King's Cross, no one has really noticed it for so many years.

It's amazing magic. Mr. Smith sighed sincerely again, and couldn't help agreeing with his wife's opinion that Muggle eyes were not good enough. This made him feel a subtle betrayal of the organization, and he couldn't help raising his hand and pushing his glasses.

"Eli, remember to write home when you get to school, remember what I told you, look for a postbox in your school - your mother said she didn't pay attention to these details when she went to school, I'm sure you can Tell me a solid answer."

Mr. Smith reiterated his request expectantly for the fifteenth time since the holiday. He turned his head and looked at his son standing beside him, only to find that he was standing a few steps away from him, looking not far away, and did not respond in time.

Is it an acquaintance? Mr. Smith never heard that his son also has friends here. Because of his connection, the family lived near the university where he worked and had no wizarding neighbors. The son's personality is not very lively. Rather than going out to visit with his mother, he prefers to read books with his father in the study. There are only a handful of little wizards he knows.

Mr. Smith followed his son's gaze curiously, but Eli turned his head at this moment, obviously heard him, and nodded to him: "Okay dad. But I don't think so - "Hogwarts" "A School History" said that the castle of Hogwarts is a ruin in the eyes of ordinary people. Who would put a mailbox in the ruins? It is impossible for a postman to pick it up."

Son's logic is very reasonable, and Mr. Smith doesn't really believe that it has, but just wants an exact answer. This kind of research spirit regardless of time and place seems to be a common problem among professors and scholars.

He no longer bothered about this topic, and instead asked his son curiously, "What were you looking at just now?"

"There's a quarrel over there." Eli replied, paused and then added, "In this day and age, do ordinary people fear and reject the existence of wizards? I think that with the development of the times, people's ideas will also improve, so that Same as in the Middle Ages."

When he spoke, his brows were slightly raised questioningly, and there was a hint of inquiry in his tone, which made him look more serene and gentle, setting off a handsome man with a bookish temperament, standing out among the little wizards whose emotions were written on their faces.

"The unknown and the mystery bring unease, and the disparity of power creates fear. The power of wizards and ordinary people is like the European soldiers who set foot on the American continent and the Indians. When these superpowers are not friendly, things will change. It evolves into a kind of disaster, which has nothing to do with the development of the times, it is the instinct of people when faced with difficult things."

Mr. Smith, a history professor, said gently, patting his son on the shoulder.

"So even if you become such a superpower now, you must remember not to look at people with a condescending attitude - wizards and ordinary people are coexisting on an equal footing without interfering with each other, and no one is superior."