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?”