Chapter 1 Young Witnesses

Nolin Davis doesn't think he'll be a committed atheist anymore.

He sat at his desk in his apartment, his fingers turning the last page of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Just when I was sighing at this magnificent and wonderful world, a golden light suddenly flashed in the book. The light was dazzling, and Nolin subconsciously squinted his eyes. He vaguely saw a strange book flying out of the golden light and breaking into his mind. A twisted and weird light kept flashing before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed, but when Nolin opened his eyes again, only a piece of indifferent white came into view. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the surroundings, and pale lights hung from the pale ceiling. His mind was racing, trying to figure out where he was, but when he raised his hand, he found that his strength was surprisingly weak.

"Congratulations, Mr. Davis, it's a boy." A young female voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Thanks!"

The face of a handsome middle-aged man suddenly appeared in Nolin's sight. Justin Davis looked happy and carefully picked up the little Nolin as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. He turned to a beautiful woman lying on the hospital bed and said excitedly: "Dear, we Baby! Look how cute he is!”

An extremely loving smile broke out on the woman's pale face. She didn't speak, but looked at Nolin quietly, with the greatest emotion in the world and the most indestructible determination in her eyes.

"Boy! As we said before, let's call him Nolin Davis." Justin Davis said softly, his forehead pressed against Nolin's wrinkled little face.

The corners of Nolin's mouth twitched imperceptibly. Even the most confused person would probably understand what happened. His little mouth dropped and he cried cooperatively.

"Wow..."

Justin was not surprised but delighted. He raised his eyebrows and said happily to his wife: "This little guy can cry like me!"

As the days passed, Nolin gradually accepted the fact that he had traveled through time. This is Surrey, England, in the 1980s. The national economy is steadily improving and social welfare is also improving. Nolin couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't learn English well. If he traveled through France and Germany, he would have problems even with the most basic communication. Although he is a baby now, his thinking has already solidified, and it is obviously not easy to learn a language again.

However, when he learned that their home was at 3 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, he once again stared at the building next door through the window with a suspicious expression, which made Lianna Davis, That is to say, his mother thought he was hungry again and hurriedly fed him milk.

He had also wondered many times whether this was a coincidence. After all, he was just a little baby and couldn't verify it himself. He could only stay in the stroller and act like a good baby. It has to be said that the soul of an adult is carried by a baby, which is a kind of torture. However, one night when he was a year old, he was convinced of his suspicions.

It was a windless midnight, and Nolin fell asleep again as expected. He was lying in the stroller, his hands behind his head and his legs crossed, with many random thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the street light outside the window went out without warning and flew in one direction, as if something was calling. Then the second, third...

Nolin's eyes froze, and his mind shook like thunder. He spent all his strength to climb out of the crib, almost on his hands and knees to the window, found a place with a clear view, and stared outside.

It was pitch black outside, and there were no stars in the sky. Only a bright moon shone faintly. A tall and thin man walked slowly over. His silver hair and beard fell to his waist, and he wore a robe, a floor-length purple cloak, and high-heeled boots with buckles. Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes sparkled. There had never been such a strange person in Privet Drive. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and turned towards a wall to say hello.

Nolin gasped desperately, his heart pounding. He knew what was coming.

A nimble tabby cat on the wall quietly transformed in the darkness. What appeared again was a serious-looking woman wearing an emerald cloak, square glasses, and her hair pulled up high. She looked a little excited and walked over to meet Albus Dumbledore.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall asked, "How did you recognize that was me?"

"My dear Professor, I have never seen a cat so frozen."

"If you sit on a brick wallYou'll also get stiff throughout the day. "Professor McGonagall said angrily.

Nolin watched all this quietly by the window. He was too far away to hear their conversation, but this did not affect the enthusiasm and longing in his eyes.

Not long after, a low rumble broke the silence around him. The sound came from the horizon, getting louder and louder, and finally turned into a roar. A giant motorcycle fell from the sky and stopped on the street in front of the two of them.

The huge biker steps off the motorcycle. The man was twice as tall as an ordinary person and at least five times as wide. He looked surprisingly tall and rough - his tangled long black hair and beard almost covered most of his face, and his hands were as big as trash can lids. , a pair of feet wearing leather boots look like two little dolphins. His thick, muscular arms held a roll of blankets.

"Good evening, Hagrid," Dumbledore said, sounding relieved, "You're finally here. Where did you get this motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore," said the giant, walking towards him. "Sirius Black lent it to me. I brought him here, Professor."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall leaned over the roll of blanket. They saw a baby boy wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly. There was a stab wound under a strand of black hair on the child's forehead. The shape of the wound was strange, like a bolt of lightning. Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and the two people beside him could clearly feel the deep regret and anger radiating from him. He stretched out his withered right hand and stroked the baby boy's face very gently. When his fingers touched the lightning scar on the baby boy's forehead, his body trembled involuntarily.

The three of them were talking lowly about something, and at the end of the conversation the giant Hagrid took out a stained bandana and started sobbing. Dumbledore patted his shoulder to comfort him a few times, picked up the baby boy, crossed the low garden wall, and walked towards the gate. He gently placed the baby boy on the doorstep, took a letter from his cloak and stuffed it into the baby boy's blanket. Then return to the other two. The three of them stood there looking at the little blanket for a full minute.

"Let's go." Dumbledore whispered. Hagrid said good night, wiped his tearful eyes with his coat sleeve, got on the motorcycle and started the engine, disappearing into the night with the roar.

Dumbledore watched him leave. When he turned around again, a calico cat quietly slipped away from the corner at the other end of the street.

"Good luck to you." Dumbledore murmured, turned around on his feet, and disappeared with a swish of his cloak.

It's just that before he and Professor McGonagall left, they glanced at the building opposite without leaving any trace.

Opposite No. 4 Privet Drive, by the window on the second floor, the heat in Nolin's eyes lingered for a long time.

"The Boy Who Lived..." the baby upstairs said silently to the baby at the door downstairs, "Hello, Harry Potter."