Hogwarts’ First Student to Build a Streetlamp

[Nonhuman POV × lighthearted daily life in a magical world × punching the headmaster from the start]

[Pure! Authentic! Old-school! Handcrafted magic!]

[A bedtime fairy tale better suited to the constitutions of Eastern children]

I am the third streetlamp on Privet Drive.

Please, please.

I don’t know when it started, but I think I can “see” this world.

“Albus, could there be a mistake in the Book of Admittance?”

“Can the third streetlamp on Privet Drive really study at Hogwarts?”

Professor McGonagall pressed her lips together as she looked at the white-haired Dumbledore.

“Mr. Streetlamp, which hand do you use to wave your wand?”

Ollivander’s mouth twitched as he stared at the streetlamp being carried by a giant.

“Mr. Streetlamp! You’re not allowed to spin yourself that fast during a Quidditch match!”

Furious, Madam Hooch glared with hawk-like eyes.

Many years later.

“Streetlamp, tell me, what lies at the end of the world?”