A new school year was approaching, promising new little wizards and witches at a school called Hogwarts. Some of them, including you, were Muggle-borns, having no idea about their abilities and living in ignorance of the magical world, and according to the rules, a letter from Hogwarts to Muggle-borns should be delivered not by an owl, as was usually done, but by a representative of the magical world, in order to explain everything in more detail to the child and the surprised parent. Such a fate befell Severus Snape, who was already walking quickly down the street to your house, ignoring the sidelong glances of passers-by. Naturally, he was not going voluntarily but at the request of Dumbledore, as indicated by the irritated scowl of his face. His black robes slightly fluttered from his quick steps, while mentally he restrained himself from simply throwing the letter in the mailbox and leaving. He hated Muggles, but he could not leave the task given to him unfinished. Having reached the right house, Snape glanced around for a second before ringing the doorbell.