Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 1 Wizards, Wizards

1988, United Kingdom, Ministry of Magic.

Outside one of the cells, Dumbledore saw a child sitting inside with a magic suppressor attached to his arm. His surprise was quickly replaced by anger. He turned to the woman beside him and said, "Mirison, isn't this going too far in treating a child like this?"

Even the Minister of Magic would be terrified when faced with the wrath of this greatest wizard of the century. You see, what's most frightening about Dumbledore isn't his long list of titles, but that he was once a friend of the first Dark Lord, but also the one who defeated the first Dark Lord, and at the same time, the teacher of the second Dark Lord.

If we really fall out with this person, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be a third or fourth generation...

Others might face difficulties, but don't forget, this is the headmaster of Hogwarts; he has the ability and the resources.

Some have maliciously speculated that the second Dark Lord, the mysterious figure whose name cannot even be mentioned, was an adversary that Dumbledore cultivated for himself, a toy used to spice up his mundane life.

"Dumbledore, I don't want this either, but look at this report. I really can't think of any other way to solve this problem."

The old man took the report and read it line by line, his expression growing increasingly surprised.

Irwin Carrott was born in York in 1980 and is just eight years old this year.

At the age of three, he did not experience any magical outbursts, so naturally he did not attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic. However, no one expected that this child's magical outbursts would occur when he was eight years old!

A magical outburst is an inevitable experience for every wizard and a powerful testament to their ability to become a wizard. Because of their young age, the range of the outburst is also very small, generally not exceeding twenty square meters. It is nothing more than making a water glass or a small object float.

But this little wizard named Owen is different!

His magical rampage extends throughout Yorkshire. Just yesterday, eighty percent of the Muggles in Yorkshire saw a pure white phoenix flying in the sky!

The Ministry of Magic was terrified, initially thinking it was an invasion by magical creatures. However, when the Aurors traced the source of the magic to a house and found a child floating in mid-air with his eyes closed and surrounded by a white phoenix, they realized that it was not a magical creature at all, but merely a magical outburst from a young wizard.

The Aurors had never dealt with anything like this before, so they had to wait until it was over before carrying the unconscious little wizard back to the Ministry of Magic and reporting it.

Milison hadn't dealt with this kind of thing either, but she thought of Dumbledore from the phoenix, and that's when she sent a message to summon him.

After hearing the whole story, Dumbledore was both surprised and delighted.

What's astonishing is the extent of the young wizard's magical outburst; what's delightful is the appearance of a phoenix...

In the current magical world, he is the only person who owns a phoenix, but even though he has lived for over a hundred years, this is the first time he has ever heard of a pure white phoenix phantom.

Therefore, the little wizard inside must have extraordinary abilities.

Looking at the young wizard sitting there quietly with his eyes half-closed, Dumbledore sighed again. It wasn't that he didn't want to know what the young wizard was thinking, but the solid yet chaotic magic surrounding him prevented him from using Legilimency without harming the wizard...

Dumbledore composed himself, opened the door, and sat down in front of the young wizard. Just then, Owen opened his eyes, allowing Dumbledore to see his eyes, which were like black pearls.

Confusion, clarity, and determination!

Of course, in the end, everything was replaced by an accident...

"Sir, I really didn't expect that someone your age would do something like kidnapping. But I regret to inform you that you won't get any money from me. Last year, my parents passed away in an accident, and I have no relatives left. No one will pay you a ransom."

The old wizard had lived for over a hundred years, and this was the first time anyone had spoken to him like that. After a moment of stunned silence, he laughed happily.

"Hahaha, Mr. Owen, your joke is very interesting. I am not a kidnapper, and you have not been kidnapped. This is the Ministry of Magic. You were brought here because of the magical disturbance that caused too much of an impact. It's not for imprisonment, but for protection, because in the eyes of ordinary people, wizards are very dangerous people. This is to prevent you from being harmed."

"wizard?"

"Yes, you and I are both wizards."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took out his wand and waved it in front of the young wizard. Plates of British delicacies appeared on the table: baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes...

Owen took a deep breath. He wasn't shocked by the magic, but rather relieved that the old wizard hadn't conjured up a "Stargazing" game.

After quickly eating two potatoes to alleviate his hunger, Owen looked at the old wizard again: "Now, we can talk about compensation. I will pay in full for the riot I caused, but the compensation process may take a while because of my age; I can't find a job that can earn me more money."

Dumbledore laughed again: "Child, relax. You don't need any compensation. I think what you need most right now is to learn—to learn how to better control your magic, to learn how to become a good wizard."

The young wizard didn't show any joy, but rather a troubled expression: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm powerless to help, because I don't have enough money to pay for my tuition. I also have no intention of selling the house my parents left me, because it holds many fond memories for me."

"Of course!" Dumbledore was very satisfied. A loving little wizard always brought him joy. "Mr. Owen, the Ministry of Magic provides a scholarship for your situation. All your expenses at Hogwarts will be covered by the Ministry of Magic, and you will also receive a scholarship of two hundred Galleons every year."

Irving's eyes lit up instantly: "Then I do, sir."

"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although it is currently the holidays, I think you can familiarize yourself with the school environment first."

"Thank you. How do we get there? Will it be a long drive?"

When this was mentioned, Irving's eyes fell on the various potatoes on the table. Although they weren't very tasty, if the journey was long, he could bring a few along and make do.

Dumbledore laughed and winked at him: "Of course not, wizards have their own way of traveling."

Owen left the Ministry of Magic with him. At the other party's request, he tightly grabbed the old wizard's arm, but before he could even speak, he felt the world spinning. After a while, the spinning stopped, but he dared not open his eyes, because if he did, he would vomit.

"This feeling is definitely not pleasant, but you'll get used to it."

The old wizard was still laughing so happily, as if he would be happy to see the little wizard make a fool of himself.