Chapter 3

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 3

Peter York excitedly opened the envelope and looked at the familiar contents.

"Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Abbes Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Society, And First Class Magician of the Order of Merlin).

Dear Mr. York, We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclose herewith a list of required books and equipment. The school is scheduled to open on September 1st and we will be waiting for your owl to bring you a reply before July 31st.

Vice Principal (female) Minerva McGonagall on the table. "

Peter York then picked up the pen and, in Kristin's puzzled eyes, handed the envelope of the reply to the owl who was still eating the cake.

The owl looked very clever, nodded humanely, grabbed the envelope and rushed into the dark night.

"Ding, the host successfully obtained the Hogwarts admission letter and awarded 10 points!" Suddenly a mechanical voice sounded in Peter's head.

"System How did you suddenly fake the corpse?" I thought you'd disappeared! Peter was somewhat surprised that the system, which had been immersed in for three years, had reappeared.

The system didn't answer Peter's words, just mechanically showed in his mind that he had 10 points at this point. After waiting for half a day and not hearing a response from the system, Peter gave up and exited the panel.

"Peter, don't you believe there will be any magic school, this is typically a prank!" How did you reply? Christine was amazed at his nephew's performance, because he usually looked like an adult, and it was difficult to see childish behavior that matched his age.

At this point, Peter York did not want to hide his only relative, And although Christine had a very flying personality, he was very kind to his nephew, and he never coveted the Dukedom and property of the York family like other aristocratic families.

"Aunt, do you remember my pet Field?" That's a phoenix! "

"Field, that turkey?" Are you kidding! Kristin had a joking look on his face.

Hearing Kristen call Field a turkey, Peter York rolled his eyes.

Every time he was said to be a turkey, Field was eager to spray the woman with a fire, but fortunately he was able to appease him in time. This also caused Phoenixfield and Christine not to deal with it, and not even let Christine touch it.

Peter York didn't expect her to believe it right away. Shout out "Field! ".

A fire popped out of the living room, and then a noble and gorgeous golden red bird appeared in the fire, dragging its long tail feathers and constantly circling, making a pleasant sound.

Field stopped on Peter York's shoulder and rubbed his head against him. Immediately to the woman who said that she was a turkey, she skimmed her head in disgust and looked disdainful.

Peter York watched With a funny look at Field and comforted the mentally devastated phoenix, saying to Kristin, "Field is a phoenix, and I am a wizard!" "

Christine, who had suffered another wave of shocks, was blinded by the information that her nephew was a wizard, which was a bigger blow to her than Field's transformation into a phoenix. The wizard in her mind was an evil image, and her thoughts could not be turned for a moment.

"Wait, let me rearrange my thoughts… My nephew has become a wizard, and he has a phoenix like a firebird! God, am I dreaming? Christine grabbed her head frantically and muttered to herself.

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On July 31, Peter York and Christine sat in the living room early waiting for the arrival of the professor of the School of Magic.

Kristen is not interested in magic, but Peter York is her dear nephew, so she wants to reconfirm hogwarts safety.

Then the butler Welsh walked in and said, "Miss, sir, there is a man outside who claims to be Hogwarts School who wants to see the Earl!" "

Peter York got up to greet him, not wanting to give the professor at Hogwarts a bad impression on the first meeting.

Walking through the garden, looking at a serious woman in a gray robe and a pointed hat, Peter guessed that she should be Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor.

Seeing the characters in the story, Peter York was a little excited.

"Hello Professor, I'm Peter York, and I've received a letter from Hogwarts, and I thought it was a prank."

Professor McGonagall looked at the pretty boy in front of him and smiled a little.

"I'm Milleva McGonagall, the Dean of Gryffindor and your Professor of Transfiguration. Mr York, if you're ready, it's time for us to go! "

"Wait, Professor! My aunt was a little worried about my safety in the wizarding world, so…" Peter York said apologetically, and introduced it into the manor.

Professor McGonagall, obviously understanding, nodded and said, "Of course! Mr. York. After all, many parents in the Muggle world don't always know Hogwarts, and I'll explain it to your aunt! "

In the time of a cup of tea, Professor McGonagall had a crush on what she called the safest school in the world.

Peter on the side rolled his eyes darkly in his heart, he knew that in two years, after the savior Harry Potter enrolled, Hogwarts would have disasters every year.

Refusing Professor McGonagall's request to take the bus, Peter asks Wales to take him and Professor McGonagall to the Cauldron Bar.

Sandwiched between a large bookstore and a record store, but out of sight of ordinary people, Peter and Professor McGonagall walked in.

Perhaps because of the beginning of the school season, the bar seemed to be a little lively, and some people who took the initiative to greet Professor McGonagall were shocked to see Peter York.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, here comes the new students again?" Tom, the bar owner, smiled and greeted him, then looked at Peter York again, "What a beautiful boy, I hope you go to Hatchpuff, where I graduated from college." "

"Thank you, sir, and have fun!" Peter York said sincerely and elegantly.

Across the bar, I followed Professor McGonagall to the backyard, a small, walled patio with nothing but a trash can and some weeds.

Professor McGonagall drew his wand and tapped a few times on the wall tiles.

"Remember, Mr. York, use your wand to point here, count three pieces up, and count two pieces further across the line!" Also, welcome to Diagon Alley! "