The crowds were always bustling on Wildile Road, and before the weather was cool, almost every eager shopper was sweating profusely and tried his best to pass through the crowd.

The only relaxed and comfortable thing is probably the only few tabby cats basking in the sun on the street corner.

At this moment, Io Weirting also hopes that he can be like those lazy cats, without worrying about food and drink, and hide outside the crowd to watch the fun - but he can't do it, because he is the fun that everyone wants to watch.

"Where do you think this apple is?"

Aio made a very open arms movement, indicating that the apple was not on him, and there was a group of people around him, and everyone was very interested in talking.

“Under the table!”

"In your hat!"

“In the sleeves!”

"In... in the shoes!"

A fat and onlooker seemed to be unable to find a place to hide an apple, so he stared at Ao's sneakers and shouted.

“No…No…No…”

The smile on Aio's face, which was very good, was gone at this moment. He thought to himself whether the uncle's IQ was good, and then raised it with his right hand—

"Wow—"

There was a cheer, because at this moment a red apple was standing on his right hand.

Then there was a clapping, and the shoppers and residents on both sides gave the magician high respect for this little magic - but the smile on Ao's face was a little stiff, and his eyes were just staring at a small round basin on the ground.

"Don't throw money quickly...don't throw money..."

Ao's eyes moved from a red-haired aunt to the chattering little girls - is anyone trying to throw some money...

But everyone seemed to be mentally going home after watching the fun. No one paid attention to the small round basin underground, no one thought about what the small round basin was used for... What's more...

"Mom, that brother has a basin underground. Is that also used to use magic?"

"Yes, baby," said the blonde woman with a smile to her child, "the magicians have some props..."

Aoton felt a little chest tightness. He looked at everyone with depression, but he still couldn't put his face down and said, "Everyone, please give me some money."

Tonight's supper was ruined again, Io wondered, will Mr. Loxas scold him to death?

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Professor Filius Flitvie was a little shocked at this moment—

He came to Wildile Road today to pick up a new student from Hogwarts, named Grey Gary, and another Muggle-born child. He probably didn't know that he would go to school in a magical place in a week.

Because he happened to visit his old friend Dara here, Frivi came here early, but the reminiscence time was really longer than he imagined. He immediately found that it was getting dark now, so he decided to go back today and visit Mr. Gree early tomorrow morning.

On the way back, he passed by here and happened to see Io's magic performance.

If this was a little trick of Muggle, he would naturally not be shocked. The problem was that he clearly felt the fluctuations of magic from the boy who was playing tricks... This child was not doing magic, but doing magic!

It may be much easier to let an apple disappear and turn it back with magic, but if it was magic, Flivie felt that the boy would definitely be of a third-grade student - but the boy looked only about eleven years old.

This is definitely a smart boy. Flivi thought, probably from a magic family? No, no, those pure blood... Weasley... Malfoy... This one in front of him certainly does not belong to these families.

Then his parents must be both magicians, and they have taught him since childhood.

Flivie was interested. He had just thought for a while. On the Hogwarts record quill, among the freshmen who should go to school this year, there was only Gerry who lived on Wildile Road, and there was no second person.

Flivie searched in his mind and finally confirmed that he had never seen this boy in Hogwarts, so he knocked his head and walked over.

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Ao packed up his things in dismay, moved the table borrowed from the gift shop next to him, and then angrily picked up the small round basin on the floor, wrapped his somewhat wide coat tightly, and prepared to go back to Mr. Loxas's shop along the back street.

This guy, Ao, was born fair and clean. Although he was not the kind of boy who looked very good, he was at least a little cute. The dimples on his left cheek were often revealed - of course, only when there was food.

He was an orphan who had no father or mother's love. He was not very good at the orphanage since he was a child. So when he was nine years old, he fled from the orphanage in Xiaokang County alone, avoiding those who wanted to catch him back, and named himself again, made up an identity, and hid in the gray shadows of the street corner of Wildilly. Because the orphanage had not been registered earlier, he is still a black householder, disguised as an innocent wandering little boy. It is quite easy to be careful of those who arrested wild children on the street and sent them to the nursing home or orphanage or find a patrol team adopted by rich families.

After he escaped here, he almost reached the point where he was about to starve to death within two weeks. Fortunately, the strange uncle of Loxas took him in and handed him over the skills of magic, so he was able to live a stable life here.

However, the above are like clouds for Aio, who has been suffering since childhood. For him, the most important and most painful thing is that he has been tonight's supper.

The entangled mood was like his naturally messy, black hair standing upright. Ao was not in a good mood at the moment. He held something in one hand and habitually pressed his hair with the other, ready to disappear into the crowd.

"Wait a minute!"

When I heard someone calling like this, I subconsciously turned around and didn't notice anyone calling him, so I continued to walk forward.

"Wait a minute!"

Io didn't look back this time, but immediately, he felt someone pulling his sleeves and looked back—

A very short gentleman was standing behind him. It was not that Ao was unkind, but that this gentleman looked so funny, so he couldn't help laughing and felt better.

"Are you calling me?"

"Yes..." Flivi gasped, thinking why this child was walking so fast. He just stood there and thought for a while and the person almost disappeared.

"What's up?"

Ao's heart suddenly flew up... Could it be that the audience who just watched the performance was attracted by his magic, so he must catch up and cry and shout to reward some money?

Thinking of the beef pie in the shop next door, Aoton felt that life was so beautiful...

But unfortunately he was wrong. The little gentleman did watch his performance, but...

"Are you a student of Hog-Woz?"

"What Hogwhas?" Io heard this and knew that he was wrong. "I don't go to school, sir, you're wrong. I'll have to go back to rest and leave first."

What's the matter, what's the relationship with him? It's not as good as the beef pie.

I sigh that time has created such a young realist...

"Wait!" Frivey was anxious, "Aren't you a student there? Then are you a freshman this year?"

"I—no—go to school, sir..."

"Wait a minute!"

“…”

"Will you go to Hogwarts to school?"

Flivi felt that this sentence suddenly burst out and he didn't have time to pass through his brain.

Not to mention if Ao was a Muggle, was it a violation of the "Witcher Secret Law", but he didn't have time to think about it, what if this child was going to school in other magic schools? He asked this himself, he seemed like a big fool...

Flivi, who had a silly expression on his face, shocked Ao. He felt that this gentleman was serious. When others were serious with him, he would be much more serious, so he asked honestly:

"This... what did Hogwas learn..."

Frieve looked at the boy carefully and confirmed that the confusion on his face was true, so he said:

"I learned magic..."

"Are you really a magic school?" Ao was so excited that he never knew that there was a school in the world that taught magic. Because he had been with Loxas for about two years, his only slightly ambiguous ideal now is to be a magician.

"Take it seriously! It's a magic school!" Frieve was very surprised. He could see that the boy was moved.

Io now understood. It turned out that this gentleman had seen the magic he had changed and wanted to recommend himself to a school where he could learn magic... It sounded pretty good... Put aside the household registration issues if he went to school...

"Do you have a flyer or something?... I can take a look and give it to me when I go back...parents." Ao said carefully - there are not a rare liar.

"Uh..." Flivi was obviously stopped asking, "Well, go back and tell your parents, I'll come to you in two days, and then you tell me if you decide whether to go."

"Okay, goodbye sir." Hearing this, Ao was very happy that he could go back quickly - he didn't make any money and didn't go back to help with the work early. Loxas must have thought he was going to mess around with the gangsters on the street, which was a big deal...

"Wait a minute..."

“…”

"I just want to ask what your name is..."

"Io Weirtin." Io paused for a moment, and after that, he ran away quickly.

"Io Werting..." Frieve muttered this name and decided to go back and take a good look at whether the child's name was on the Hogwarts record list.

Could it be that something went wrong with Hogwarts' quill that strengthened the magic?

Flivie couldn't figure it out.

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"Master... Why were we just stopping at the boy who was selling the art..."

"What are you talking too much?" A cold voice sounded.

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"That stupid teacher, I'm afraid he really thought that those magic fluctuations were sent by that boy. They were so stupid..."

“Yes, yes…”

"What's right! Get out of here quickly... It's time for us to leave..."

The cold voice seemed hollow and distorted.

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To be continued...