Leon was also quite curious about who the letter came from.
He immediately tore open the envelope, which lacked both a signature and a stamp, and pulled out the letter inside.
The letter was written in a beautiful, elegant cursive script, and a faint, pleasant floral fragrance could be detected from it.
Leon didn’t even need to read the contents; just looking at the handwriting and smelling the scent told him exactly who the sender was.
Sure enough, just as Leon guessed, the opening of the letter and its familiar tone instantly confirmed his suspicions.
“To my uncute son: Although it has been a long time since I’ve come back to see you, I know you should have received your Hogwarts acceptance letter by now.
Don’t be surprised; there is absolutely no doubt that you are indeed a wizard.
As for whether you want to engage with and integrate into that world, I don’t care about your thoughts—my requirement is that you must go.
Even if you don’t like Hogwarts, I will still send you to Ilvermorny or Beauxbatons.
A young wizard should act like a young wizard.
Dutifully going to a wizarding school to learn magic is a reality you must accept.
After all, I don’t want to watch you suppress your talents and become a massive problem.
At the same time, there is another point you need to watch out for.
Since you chose to attend Hogwarts, you must be careful around your headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
Don’t be fooled by that old bee’s benevolent and kind appearance; he is absolutely not some genuinely good guy.
Once he shows kindness to you, what you need to do is keep up your manners while keeping your distance.
Don’t think I’m joking.
I only need to mention one thing for you to realize your mother is truly looking out for you: that old man is gay!
Of course, if you are too, you had better hope Dumbledore can protect you at all times.
Otherwise, the next time we meet, I will personally reshape your views on love.
After all, your father really hopes to see you start your own family and have your own children.
But I assume there’s a high probability you aren’t, so as long as you are obedient, you will remain Mommy’s little darling.
There is one more thing you must remember: do not casually mention to outsiders that I am your mother.
This point is critical.
Even if someone deduces a connection between us through your middle name, you must actively deny it.
Finally, Mom hopes you study hard at Hogwarts and become an excellent wizard.
If you meet a girl you like, be brave and express your feelings; Mom doesn’t object to teenage romance.
Alright, that’s all.
Take good care of yourself.
—Your beautiful mother who loves you PS: The raven that delivered the letter is the descendant of my old partner.
If you haven’t bought an owl, keep it.
Consider it a gift from me.
Of course, besides delivering letters, there are plenty of other things it can do, but as for what exactly, you’ll have to discover that yourself.” “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” After finishing the entire letter, Leon actually found himself at a temporary loss for words.
But in the end, he still smiled, folded the letter, and tucked it safely into his robes.
Because he didn’t dislike this rather quirky mother of his.
Then, Leon spoke to the raven still perched on his shoulder.
“Do you have a name?” The raven shook its head, then stared intently at Leon.
Leon thought for a moment and said, “Then I’ll call you Huginn from now on, after one of Odin’s two ravens.” Hearing this, the raven shook its head instead, hopped down to the ground, and began writing in the dirt beneath its feet with its talons.
Although it was a bit crude, Leon could still make out the name the raven had written: Muninn.
This was also the name of one of the two ravens that accompanied Odin.
But its rejection of the name Huginn in favor of Muninn left Leon a bit speechless.
Without even needing to think about it, Leon was certain that his mother shared his exact naming style.
Huginn was obviously his mother’s raven—the mother of the raven right in front of him—which was why it rejected that name.
And seeing how it could write out the word on its own proved that his mother had instilled plenty of bizarre knowledge into this raven.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t have a name?” Leon grumbled in annoyance.
After all, since it clearly knew the reference, the fact that it had shaken its head when asked if it had a name made Leon suspect this clever fellow was messing with him.
But Muninn just shook its feathery head, flew back onto Leon’s shoulder, tucked in its wings, and began playing dead.
What else could Leon say to Muninn’s reaction?
He could only bring Muninn back into the house.
“Do you want something to eat?” Leon wasn’t sure if this big letter-carrying guy had eaten yet.
Muninn stopped playing dead now, but it didn’t nod either.
Instead, it launched itself off Leon’s shoulder, flew out through the open window, and returned just a short moment later.
Leon noticed that there was actually fresh blood on Muninn’s beak.
It was obvious that it had just gone out for a meal.
As for what it ate, Leon guessed there was a high probability it was that thieving raccoon.
“Alright, you’re an independent raven, so I won’t fuss over you.
Just treat this place like your own home.
But no pooping in the house, and you’re not allowed to tear the curtains or destroy the furniture.” Pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Muninn’s beak, Leon gave it another set of warnings.
As for whether the bird actually listened, Leon didn’t care.
This fellow was incredibly sharp, so his words were most likely redundant anyway.
However, now that he had made things clear, if the creature really did stir up trouble, Leon would have a valid reason to deal with it.
In the days that followed, Leon had a new roommate in his house.
Aside from daily meal times, Muninn stayed by Leon’s side almost constantly—watching him read and practice magic, never letting Leon out of its sight, looking exactly like an overseer.
Leon couldn’t help but complain to it countless times, demanding to know if Muninn really was like Odin’s ravens—an eye sent by his mother to spy on him.
However, there were times when Muninn stopped paying attention to Leon, and that was whenever Hermione came to visit.
Every time she did, Leon could never find where the creature was hiding.
Yet the moment Hermione left, he would find Muninn appearing nearby right away.
Hermione was the sole exception; neither the housekeeper nor his uncle, who came to check on Leon every week, received this kind of treatment.
And so, the days passed by one by one until the end of August arrived.
Under Hermione’s urging, Leon packed his luggage—including a change of clothes, books, and school supplies—and got into Mr.
Granger’s car, heading toward King’s Cross Station.
This time, Muninn finally stopped hiding from Hermione.
However, it didn’t ride in the car either; instead, it followed closely in the air above, acting like a dutiful sentry.
It didn’t land by Leon’s side even when they reached King’s Cross Station.
Instead, the moment no one was paying attention, it flew right into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, vanishing without a trace.