Chapter 4: The Gamekeeper Who Fell from the Sky

Harry had never been bullied at Tang Dun, but whether it was old George who had experienced the war years or the four dedicated tutors, they were very strict with Harry.

In the daily teaching and testing, the four teachers also had a summary conclusion about Harry's character. They pointed out that Harry's experience at his aunt and uncle's house did not make him a child with a twisted heart; on the contrary, Harry had a natural gentleness toward the people around him.

After years of education and cultivation, Harry became more polite and could handle interpersonal relationships smoothly like a true noble; he also learned enough knowledge and initially formed his own understanding of society and life. Although sometimes he would lose his temper and be a bit stubborn and dead-set, in their view, this child was overall healthy.

In July 1991, Tang Dun's summer vacation was very pleasant. Harry and Eve got up on time, dressed, and came to the dining room. They found that Sir Crawley, who was usually rarely seen, was already sitting at the long table, reading a newspaper.

"Harry, my child, come here." Old George finished a cup of black tea, put down the newspaper, and beckoned to Harry. "You have graduated."

"Yes, Grandpa, the teachers said so too." Harry felt that this matter didn't seem to have much discussion value, so he was a bit confused instead. "What's next? Do I need to change to a new teacher?"

"No, you need to meet more peers, I have already contacted Eton College. Time flies so fast, Harry... Harry, Italy is urging very urgently, I have to leave today." George said, his head lowering as he spoke. "You have to take good care of Eve, although Carson will take good care of the whole manor, you two shouldn't run around all the time so he can't find you... and have to watch you two every day, Eve, how time flies, you have both grown up."

George paused for a while, looking at the trees in the distance.

"Harry, I love you, you are like my own child. And Eve, you are both gifts from God to me. I am old, I won't be able to see Britain's future, I only hope to still be alive to see you grow up healthy and happy."

Harry and Eve looked at each other. In their eyes, this didn't seem like something Grandpa would say on a normal day; it was a bit dejected, a bit regretful.

"By the way, Harry, your birthday is coming up, July 31st, Eshi is already preparing, I might not be able to make it, but I will mail the gift over." George finished the last sip of black tea, put down the newspaper, and stood up. "Carson, notify the driver, we are leaving."

Harry watched Sir Crawley leave, then curiously glanced at the newspaper.

The headline on the left half was "Yanayev's Attitude is Tough, US Side Plans to Withdraw Troops from Afghanistan"

The headline on the right half was "Catering to EU Policy, Sausage Enterprises Modify Production Standards"

The next day, an owl stopped on a tree in the manor. The valet responsible for cleaning the mailbox found a letter specifically for Harry Potter.

"Harry, what is this?" Eve asked excitedly.

"I don't know either. Hogwarts? It says here that I have been admitted to a magic school."

"Magic? Too strange, it wouldn't be a prank, would it?"

"Perhaps, I will ask Carson to check it."

A few days later, Housekeeper Carson gave his conclusion, saying that he couldn't find any school called Hogwarts at all. Harry didn't take this matter to heart; he felt that this must be a prank, and the culprit was likely the humorous Teacher Clara.

Only one day was left until Harry's birthday, and the gift promised by Sir Crawley hadn't been mailed yet, which made Harry feel a bit expectant. That night, it was raining heavily, and Harry and Eve were lying on the second-floor railing, watching the male and female servants busy coming and going downstairs. Approaching his birthday, Harry wasn't that excited; he always thought of the morning Sir Crawley left, his usually firm grandpa seemed to have something on his mind.

"Harry, will you leave Grandpa in the future?" Eve's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Live your own life?"

Harry suddenly thought of Jacob, who was on the lawn that day, facing the sun, squinting and asking him similar questions. Harry was a bit dazed for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

A loud noise suddenly came from upstairs, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass.

"What is that? Was the window broken by lightning?" Eve seemed to have forgotten the previous topic in a blink of an eye, pulling Harry and running upstairs.

They saw a motorcycle parked in the guest bedroom, with broken glass all over the floor beside the car; the floor-to-ceiling window had been completely smashed.

"Cough! Cough!" A man patted the dust and rain off his leather jacket. He got off the motorcycle and stood straight. Only then did Harry see clearly that this man's figure was unusually tall. He had a head of messy, long, curly black hair that connected to the beard on his entire chin, black and dirty, just like a wool wig that had been in a warehouse for three years. The man's nose was big, his fingers were thick, and he had a big belly. While trying to park the motorcycle on the balcony, he introduced himself. "Harry, right, Harry Potter, I am Haige, Rubos Haigelide. Very happy to meet you, Harry. I came specifically to tell you, you are a wizard!" Haige shook his body while speaking, and the rain on him flowed all over the floor. Harry subconsciously took two steps back.

"What? I am a wizard? What does this mean? And your motorcycle, how did it come up? Oh right, do you need a towel?" Harry's questions came one after another.

"A towel! If there is one, that would be great! Thank you! Did you receive the letter? Sent by Deng Buliduo, your admission letter, Hogwarts' admission letter. Didn't you receive it? He was worried you wouldn't take it seriously, so he sent me to see you."

"That letter, is it real?" Harry handed the towel to Haige while keeping a little distance. "Eve? Where are you?"

"Of course it's real! Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world! Every little wizard will receive an admission notice on his 11th birthday, I mean, British children. Oh right, I almost forgot, this is your birthday gift, happy birthday, Harry!"

Haige pulled out a squashed cake from somewhere, on which "Happy Birthday" was spelled crookedly. Harry frowned, barely recognizing it was wishing him a happy birthday. He felt this was truly a bit absurd, even making it difficult for him to handle, but he still nodded politely, said "Thank you," and gave Haige a big smile.

"You, don't you know each other?" Eve poked her head out from behind the cabinet nearby and asked. She had been scared by this big, rough man just now.

"Of course not! This is also my first time encountering such a thing." Harry said.

"Eh? Is this your cousin? Hey little girl, did you receive a letter?" Haige said while pulling out a wrinkled pink umbrella.

"No, sir, I'm only 10 this year. You have an umbrella, but why don't you use it? Oh, it looks broken."

"This umbrella, actually, is my wand, oh ho ho, didn't expect that, right?" Haige laughed, his voice very bold.

"Cool! Then can you perform magic?" Eve seemed very happy, not afraid at all.

"Look at this, Lumos!"

"My god!"

Although the guest room had the chandelier on, Harry could still clearly see a little light emerging from the tip of the umbrella.

"Then, magic things are all true? By the way, you are so tall, a full ten feet, right? Are you a giant?" Eve seemed to accept the existence of magic very quickly and began to curiously ask Haige questions.

"My mother was a giant, and my father was a human wizard, but my mother left this home when I was four. In fact, I am eleven and a half feet tall!" Haige patted the water droplets on his beard and looked around. "Merlin's beard, this place is really grand!"

Somehow, Harry actually felt that the intruder in front of him didn't seem like a bad person. Although he looked a bit rude and didn't understand etiquette, Harry didn't have any feelings of disgust. If magic really existed and he really was a wizard? He thought of the conversation with the snake in the third grade again; Harry felt that perhaps he really wasn't an ordinary person.

"What happened? Oh my god, who are you? Please leave here immediately, trespassing on the manor is illegal!" Carson hurried over with several valets. They pushed open the door and saw a big, burly man dripping with rain there. "Children, do you know him?"

"Yes." "No."

Hearing Harry say he knew Haige, Eve also reacted: "Um, he is Harry's friend, I mean, I don't know him. This is his first time here, I'm meeting him for the first time, his name is Haige."

"So that's how it is, welcome, Mr. Haige. Why is your motorcycle parked on the windowsill on the third floor? If you had used the front door, we would definitely have welcomed you properly." Carson looked at the motorcycle parked on the windowsill in confusion, a very serious question popping up in his mind: how exactly did it get up there.

"Mr. Haige, please come with me, I'll take you to change your clothes... oh my god, you are really tall." Valet Thomas smiled politely, then was about to take Haige out of the room.

"Next time, you can notify us in advance. No offense, but sudden visits are not very welcome here. Of course, you are here for Harry's birthday, we can understand. I will tidy up another guest room for you." Carson added.

"Hey, Carson, tidy up the reception room too, I want to chat with Mr. Haige." Harry said before the door closed.

"Of course, but not too late. I don't want you to be listless at your own birthday party." Carson smiled.

"By the way, I have to make a call to Grandpa first, I have to tell him about these things regarding the school."

"Hi? This is Harry, please transfer to Mr. George."

"Harry? I'm very sorry I couldn't make it back in time, there are still many materials that haven't been publicly tried, perhaps I have to stay here until October. I have already mailed your gift, you will definitely like it. By the way, is there anything wrong with calling so late?"

"I have been admitted to Hogwarts, someone from the school came specifically to tell me today. They also said I am a wizard, and said Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world." Harry paused. "Grandpa, do you know Hogwarts? What should I do?"

After a brief silence.

"I do know that wizards exist, but they are all very mysterious, I didn't expect you to be a wizard too..." Sir Crawley didn't sound surprised. "If you can meet some wizard friends, that's not bad. It doesn't matter, whether it's going to Eton College or Hogwarts, I have no opinion. In fact, the latter might be more helpful. Becoming a wizard doesn't affect your inheriting Tang Dun, does it?"

"Sir, please be careful! My god!"

On the other side, Thomas, who was temporarily responsible for serving Haige, had an even bigger headache. Haige had just broken the bathtub in the guest room, not knowing if it was because of his weight or size.

"Sir, it seems you can only use the shower, or, the pool downstairs is big enough... my god, you are applying body lotion, no matter how you rub it, there won't be any foam... shall I shave your beard for you later?" Thomas's voice trembled slightly. "Now I have to dry your leather jacket... because I really can't find a bathrobe that fits you."

"Watch out for the ceiling light!" William, the valet who came to help, shouted. "Please come to the reception room later, we have prepared tea and biscuits."

"Oh that's great, so do you have mead and roast sausages here? It doesn't matter if they are a bit burnt."

"Mead and roast sausages..." William hesitated. "We can make sausages right now. Your taste is truly, unexpected."

"Is that a compliment? I'm not a person who pursues refinement after all, haha." Haige laughed awkwardly.

"Is it?" Thomas turned his head away.

"Hey, Harry, thank god you haven't slept yet!" Haige had just put on his clothes and was sitting on the carpet in the room eating sausages when Harry pushed the door in (in fact, he completely ignored the knocking). "Do you want some?"

"Uh, I've brushed my teeth, and minors can't... drink alcohol, Mr. Haige."

"Oh sorry, I forgot. By the way, just call me Haige." After finishing, Haige took two more bites of roast sausage. "To tell the truth, Hogwarts' sausages are much better than this. Just like that Hake said, 'The Ministry of Magic will never compromise with the EU, a sausage is a sausage, if Muggles want to gnaw on high-fat emulsified offal tubes, let them gnaw.'"

"You just mentioned Muggles, so what is a Muggle?" Harry ignored the slightly offensive part of the words.

"They are those who don't know magic and don't believe in magic, like the others here." Haige had time to look at Harry carefully. "Do you know, when I held you to your aunt's house that year, you were only as big as my palm, and now you are taller than the table! Merlin's beard, are you doing well here?"

Harry nodded. "Not bad. By the way, do you know where Hogwarts is? How are we going to get there?"

"It's fine, wait until your birthday is over. We have to go to Diagon Alley first, help you buy some things needed for school, and then, when September comes, we can go to Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a hidden place, after all, too many Muggles knowing about it is not a good thing. You should sleep, Harry, you shouldn't sleep too late at your age. When you get to Hogwarts, I must let you taste the rock cakes I make."

"Okay, then I'll go back to my room, good night Haige."

"Good night, you sleep first. My appetite seems to have come back, I have to eat a bit more—can you bring a whole sausage? This slice by slice is completely not enough to eat."

After eating and drinking his fill, Haige lay on the carpet and prepared to sleep. Thomas had to wake him up again and take him to the guest room with a large bed.

The maids working overtime in the kitchen discussed this strange guest one after another. He solved two bottles of mead and two whole large strings of sausages by himself, and also broke a carved glass cup and four bone china plates. If young master Harry had to live with such a person in the future, they would be very worried. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====