It started out as a month before I started 5th grade, I was landing in england, I was going to live there for the rest of my life (probably) . When we landed at the british airport a blonde man greeted me "Hello, I am proffesor Jæcob Balog" 

"Proffesor?" I reply from under my book "is that what they call teachers here?"

"yes, I want t invite you to my school" he said back

I nod still not looking at him right after that he said "This school is a special school,"

"In what ways?" I ask him

"it is a wizarding school" . this time I looked only to see the man had an odd cloak "I knew wizards where real, I didn't need prof, no one belived me." I said in this matter-of-fact sort of way but all he did was nod. "I have given your parents a letter and they will decide wether or not you will go" he informed me 

"they will let me go! It is more simple than looking everywhere for a school, huh?"

"we'll have to wait and see," he said in doubt "if they agree I will come to your house a week before school starts and buy you books"

"I have money you know" I said

"Not wizard money do you?" he replyed

I said no and he said bye and simply went away