Time witchcraft

4

Penny. Evans.

The name was really unexpected by Eli. As a wizard and a Muggle, his and this girl's lives were theoretically like two non-parallel straight lines, intersecting briefly on platform nine and three-quarters, and then naturally parting apart to live two very different lives. Now that I have received a letter from the other side, it feels like a sequel to a novel with a complete ending suddenly appeared, and it is difficult to guess what else it can say.

Eli stared unexpectedly at the name on the envelope for a few seconds, and couldn't help but raise his head to look at another Evans he knew.

She sat diagonally across from him, smearing jam on her bread. Next to her roommate – presumably Mary, also a girl from a Muggle family – was chatting lightly about something.

Eli noticed that Lily hadn't received the letter this morning, which made him look at the one he had received again and feel genuinely curious.

Probably a love of exploration is also his inherent nature, which is a bit like a Gryffindor. Eli unfolded the letter, and there were two pages of white letterhead inside, the text was well arranged, each letter was neat, there was no trace of alteration at all, and it seemed that he had been drafted several times to make the finished product so perfect. The name is written in flowered characters at the beginning, which looks very formal.

-Eli. Mr. Smith:

-I'm Penny. Evans, we met once on platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross on September 1st. I don't know if you remember me, my sister Lily. Evans is also going to your school this year, and you may have an impression of her.

-I'm sorry to bother you so presumptuously, but if you remember, you gave me a handkerchief on the platform that day. Whether it was out of ridiculous sympathy or something else – I would like to repeat, I attended a decent school run by normal people and did not need sympathy at all – but in short, you did it so superfluously, and I did not return that handkerchief to you in time out of astonishment and haste.

- Herein lies the problem. When I got back I washed the handkerchief and put it on my hanger to dry – I can assure you that it was an ordinary hanger, there was no magic and no one else would touch it – but the next day, the handkerchief was gone! I searched in the house for a long time, and found only an owl feather on the ground, don't tell me, this is the handkerchief you took out!

　　- What the hell! You wipe my tears with an owl feather! I even actually used it! Is this a trick peculiar to you wizards? Lily went to that school of yours to learn these boring things? Do you usually tease people like this? Or is it just aimed at me? I must say, it doesn't work! I wasn't scared at all! Just have some new understanding of the badness in your personality!

　　- Everyone—I mean, you wizards, can you do this? Like the magic cast on Cinderella's crystal shoes, it will take effect after twelve o'clock? Or is it a special trick that only you wizards can activate to tease Muggles like me?

　　-Anyway, I decided to return this feather to you. It is the stuff of you people and clearly does not belong to me. If you think you can amuse me with this kind of thing, then I'm going to tell you that you're wrong, and if you want to do it again when we meet next time, I'll throw what you took out in your face.

　　-—— Penny. Evans, serious, serious, and full of warning.

　　I didn't know if I would receive this letter, I asked the postman who came to our school every day to deliver the newspaper, he didn't know anything about Hogwarts - of course, he was also a Muggle, and it was normal not to know what was going on over there. But I still put the letter in the mailbox, you are still in the UK after all, aren't you? If you do not receive the letter, I will ask Lily to tell you the next time she comes home, and in any case I will definitely convey my attitude and ask Mr. Smith not to report any fluke mentality.