It was full of glittering Galleons, their dazzling shine momentarily stunning her.
"Moen… where did these come from?" The Matron's voice trembled, a hint of fear in her tone.
"Don't worry, these are legitimate." Moen said calmly, "I am a wizard now, and these are poverty subsidies from Hogwarts. The school's teachers asked me to give you this money to improve the orphanage's living conditions."
"A wizard?" The Matron froze, her face full of disbelief, "You… where did you learn all these things? What Hogwarts?"
Moen patiently explained: "Hogwarts is the best school of magic in Britain, and I'll be starting school on September 1st. As for these Galleons, they are subsidies from the school, meant to help children from less fortunate families like mine."
"Didn't I receive a letter some time ago? That was the Hogwarts acceptance letter."
"This… how is this possible…" The Matron stared at the Galleons in the pouch, her brows furrowed, clearly finding it hard to believe.
"Matron, I know this sounds strange, but I promise it's true." Moen took a Galleon from the pouch and placed it on the table, saying earnestly, "These are pure gold currency and can be exchanged for pounds at the bank. You can use them to repair the orphanage and make life better for the children."
The Matron looked at Moen, her gaze complex, and said with a mixture of belief and doubt: "You truly… I don't know what to say."
Moen lowered his head, a hint of gratitude in his voice: "You have always taken good care of me, and of the other children. This money is the smallest return I can give to the orphanage."
The Matron took a deep breath and finally nodded: "All right, I'll accept it. But Moen, you must be careful, I don't want you to get into trouble because of these things."
"I will." Moen smiled slightly and returned to his room.
Over the next month, Moen's life returned to peace.
The system did not issue new tasks, and he spent more time practicing magic and improving himself.
During the day, he would help the Matron tidy rooms and look after the children;
And at night, he would quietly take out his wand and repeatedly practice simple spells in his dimly lit room.
From theoretical knowledge to practical application, he quickly mastered four basic spells:
Levitation Charm: Makes objects float, one of the most basic spells.
Alohomora: Used to open ordinary locks, simple but practical.
Lumos: Makes the tip of the wand glow, illuminating darkness.
Reparo: Repairs broken items, very suitable for daily use.
Each time he successfully cast a new spell, Moen could feel his growth.
His wand also became more comfortable to use, as if it had truly become a part of his body.
In addition to practicing spells, Moen also visited Gringotts multiple times, using Alchemy to exchange for gold.
Each time, he would choose a secluded corner, and after confirming it was safe, he would cast Alchemy, turning ordinary stones into pure gold.
Within a month, his account balance grew from an initial few dozen Galleons to tens of thousands of Galleons, making him a not-insignificant depositor at Gringotts.
This feeling of affluence brought Moen a sense of satisfaction, but he did not become complacent.
"Money can solve most problems, but it cannot replace true power." Moen thought silently, looking at the silver-grey wand in his hand.
With the money, the living conditions of the orphanage greatly improved.
The Matron used the money to repair the dilapidated roof, purchase new furniture and toys, and even hired a chef to specially prepare nutritious meals for the children.
Smiles appeared on the children's faces, and cheers echoed in the courtyard.
They wore brand new clothes, played with newly bought footballs and toys, and the entire orphanage was filled with vitality.
The Matron looked at everything before her, her eyes full of gratitude.
She found Moen, gently patted his shoulder, and said with emotion: "Moen, you are truly the orphanage's lucky star. Thank you."
Moen just smiled, his voice calm: "It's what I should do. You raised me."
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
On the morning of September 1st, Moen stood by the window, watching the sunlight spread across the land.
He felt a hint of reluctance, but also a great deal of anticipation.
He picked up his wand, recalling his efforts over the past month.
Whether it was practicing spells or accumulating wealth, he had prepared well for his upcoming life at Hogwarts.
[Host Information:
Name: Moen White
System Level: 1
Age: 11 years old
magic Power: 55
Talent: Alchemy
Talent Replication Count: 0
Spells Mastered:
Levitation Charm
Alohomora
Lumos
Reparo
Wealth:
Account Balance: 35,000 Galleons.]
On the morning of September 1st, London's streets were still bustling, and the entrance to King's Cross Station was crowded with hurried travelers.
Sunlight filtered through the early autumn clouds onto the square, and the cool air was mixed with car exhaust and the scent of coffee.
Moen stood in front of the station entrance, pushing a brand-new luggage cart, took a deep breath, and felt this world full of life.
His suitcase was inlaid with delicate silver decorations, and a small black leather pouch was fastened to the handle, containing all his school supplies and his magic wand.
"This time it's different," Moen whispered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He truly couldn't get used to the orphanage days, wearing worn-out clothes and dragging a shabby suitcase, but fortunately, he had already improved the orphanage's living conditions.
Stepping into the station, he was immediately captivated by the sight before him.
Several giant clocks hung from the high Dome, their hands steadily turning;
The broadcast looped train schedule announcements, and travelers dragging luggage hurried past; some shouted, "Hurry, or you'll miss the train!" while others stood in place, waving goodbye to recently departed friends and family.
Moen pushed his luggage cart, blending into the bustling crowd.
An indescribable excitement surged within him: he was about to step into a brand-new world, a world of magic he had always dreamed of.
The platform numbers extended from 1 onwards, and Moen pushed his luggage through the crowded hall, finally arriving at the area between Platforms 9 and 10.
At this moment, his gaze suddenly fell upon a familiar figure—a thin, black-haired boy standing still, tightly gripping the handle of his luggage cart, looking around, appearing somewhat helpless.
"Harry," Moen whispered, confirming that this was the person he was looking for. He quickened his pace, walking over and stopping beside Harry.
"Moen!" The tension in Harry's eyes quickly receded the moment he saw him, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face. "That's great, you're here."
"Looks like you haven't found that mysterious platform either," Moen smiled, patting Harry's shoulder, his voice calm with a hint of teasing.
"Yeah," Harry gave a wry smile, his fingers tightening slightly on the handle of his luggage. "I walked around, and I have no idea where Platform 9 and three-quarters is."
"Don't worry," Moen comforted him. "We'll definitely find it."
Just as Moen was about to look around for clues, a burst of laughter from nearby caught his attention.
He followed the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged couple and a chubby boy walking from the direction of the platform.
They were dressed in ordinary clothes, but the man's demeanor seemed somewhat aggressive, while the woman tightly clutched the boy's wrist, as if afraid he would run off.
The chubby boy waved a chocolate bar in one hand, mumbling something indistinctly, his face showing a spoiled and triumphant expression.
The middle-aged woman gently soothed the chubby boy, while the man walked straight towards the exit without looking aside.
Moen frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the family of three, then turning to Harry beside him.
"Those are your family, right?" Moen asked calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Harry lowered his head, his voice almost inaudible: "Yes, they just dropped me off."
Moen did not press further but continued to look at the family of three.
Impressions of them quickly flashed through his mind: the uncle was always stern and prejudiced, the aunt was a woman who fiercely upheld family appearances, and Dudley, from his appearance to his behavior, perfectly embodied the definition of "selfish."
"They are indeed excessive, but not entirely useless," Moen thought, recalling Harry's descriptions and his own memories of orphanage life.
He knew that although Dudley's family was harsh on Harry, they at least provided him with a place to live, never truly starved him, and certainly never completely abandoned him.
He remembered in the movie when Harry received his acceptance letter, the uncle thought of the most extreme thing, which was to take Harry and hide far away.
"Their protection of Harry might just stem from their fear of the magic world." Moen's brows furrowed slightly, then he shook his head, shaking off these thoughts.
"So what do we do now?" Harry's voice pulled Moen back from his thoughts.