Alphoayed with me for almost 15 miroking my head until I calmed down.

  "Very good sir, I haven't seen you get like this since a long time ago when you were refused to buy him an Opaleye dragon from the Antipodes"- Alphonse expresses as he gently pushes me away and stands up lightly wiping his jacket of my snot and tears.

  "I'm sorry"-is the only thing that es out of me after that distressing se.

  "Now then, I took the trouble t the admissioer from the great Beauxbatons Magical Academy, and also as you ordered I threw away your other admissioer from the also well-known Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, also as usual I brought the neer so you enjoy solving the puzzles of the st pages"- he says winking at me while he puts the things on my bed.

  When I picked up the neer the first thing I noticed is that I am in Lyon, my hometowly in June 1990, exactly 8 years before the big disaster... shit the letter.

  " Alphonse, where did you throw the Hogwarts Academy letter?"

  "My lord the letter at the moment is in the garbage bin at the back of the mansion"- excims Alphonse looking at me in amazement at my behavior.

  As I finish the sentence I don't give Alphoime to ask any questions, my body moves as fast as possible to run out of the room, and I run down the hallway and slide dowaircase banister.

  Falling on the sed floor I run directly to the back door of the house to open it with one blow, in the distance I see how a giant mountain of garbage is looming iwo tainers, and although I'm still barefoot I run as fast as possible through the backyard.

  When I get to the dumpsters I start tearing through the garbage bags looking for the letter.

  After a few minutes bathed in food residues and other foul-smelling substances of dubious in, I 't find the letter the first time, and there are still many more bags to gh.

  Shit... what a bad start, my feet got peeled due to some rocks and sbs that were ected by different paths in different signifit pces in our backyard or better said, in garden of beautiful and rare flowers, along with sculptures of different famous artists of a Greece, well, hurting my feet was something to be expected if you don't run with shoes.

  When I arrive at the door of the house Alphonse is waiting for me with a look that expresses many questions, I guess it is not so on to see a child running towards some garbage s in su agitated way, and that in a slightly agitated way he will start destroying each of the bags.

  "My lord, ?what's the matter? ?what's the problem?" he asks as he bends down with a first aid kit to treat my minor scrapes.

  "I hat letter," he replied a little frustrated.

  "But sir, you had indicated that you were not ied in any school other than Beauxbatons Magical Academy, ?what happened?, ?have you ged your mind?"- he asks as he wipes my feet carefully with gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide to prevent any iion.

  "Although my dream was to go to Beauxbatons Magical Academy, I've been thinking for a few months now that maybe my mother would wao go to Hogwarts Academy"-I tell her as I raise my gaze to the inside of the house.

  I didn't remember it as big, my father mao iate before my birth in the hope that I would have more children, and we could run through the byrinth at the back of the house, also so that my mother could grow all kinds of vegetables and pnts with magical effects.

  Some people will say that it looks like a castle, but realistically what it resembles most is those typiansions built for important royalty when they made long trips and needed a pce to rest, really now that you look at it well, as a child I was never aware of the privilege I had.

  Unfortunately, a house as big as this one feels very lonely when you don't have many people to share it with, and Alphonse and I uood that very well since we were the only ones who were really staying here, the rest of the servants lived in the vilge that was a few minutes away by carriage or carriage.

  Besides, anyone who saw my parents would never have thought they were such extravagant people with expensive and antique tastes.

  As I lower my gaze again Alphonse is smiling with his eyes fixed on me.

  "?Is something wrong Alphonse?"-I ask a little puzzled at that meaningless smile.

  "You have left me speechless my lord, I didn't expect that ge of yours, and you don't know how much it fills my interior with joy"- he expresses as he stands up again without wiping that smile from his fabsp;

  "?What do you mean Alphonse?"

  "To tell the truth I was hoping that by a miracle he would ge his mind, that's why..."- Alphos his hand inside his coat and pulls out an envelope with the respective seal of Hogwarts of Witchcraft and WizardryAcademy, my hair stands on end when I see it in his hands, I 't do anything but hug him tightly.

  "Thank you so much Alphonse"- I tell him while my arms are still around his waist.

  "Calm down my lord, in the same way, Hogwarts letters are able to magically tell if a boy has read his letter or not, meaning that even if there wasn't the letter if you still hadn't made a decision on which academy to go to, it was going to keep iedly until you gave an answer"- expins Alphonse as he turns around and heads towards the kit.

  Something I had heard about the letters from the different schools, eae es from differehods, A special pen writes the name of each magical child in their respective state at the time of their birth, allowiers like the one from Hogwarts to be sent to all magical children at the appropriate time, even those born to Muggles.

  The letter is written in emerald green ink on part paper and is delivered to the recipient by owl, except in the case of Muggle-born and children living with Muggles, where the initial letter of acceptance is delivered by regur Muggle mail.

  "All right, when you finish reading the letter, take a bath and brush your teeth well so you go downstairs for breakfast."

  Without giving an answer I nod my head and run bay room, when I am in it I opeter, and when I open it some kind of mini fireworks e out, which is totally different from the letter from Beauxbatons Academy where from the letter came out some kind of trumpets and the fg of Frahe tent does not really vary that much, it follows the same system of writing and w:

  HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

  Director: Albus Percival Wulfric Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

  Dear Sir: Dion Beaumont de Legrand

  leased to inform you that you have a pce at Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please he list of required equipment and books. Csses begin oember 1st.

  We look forward to receiving your owl before July 31.

  Very cordially,

  Minerva Magall

  Deputy Headmistress

  Once you have finished reading the letter, all you have to do is get ready and anize your day to go shopping for the items specifically requested on the menu.

  But before that... I o buy some clothes, what the fuck is that they used to put me in as a kid?, I look like the small version of a nobleman who dresses in Victorian-style clothes, it's awful, I 't even look at myself in the mirror, but it's the only thing I have so I'll hold out for a while until we make a little ge in this closet.

  When desding the stairs you could hear a soft ugh of a woman, or at least I thought so for a moment until her ughter was transformed and the woma out a pretty powerful ugh that even frightehe few birds around, eveween ughs you could hear how she made a sound of a little pig, something that could be sidered low css in some people of high society.

  I try to make as little noise as possible and walk oip of my toes to the kit where that woman's frightening ughter is ing from, looking through a small opening in the door I mao visualize Alphoalking to Mrs. Amélie, the best cook in town, and Alphonse's secret love.

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