My name is Jorge Duarte Solís.
I come from a Muggle family in London.
I love quidditch and gobstones, my favorite class is Defense Against the Dark Arts (although Charms is not bad)
One day I was playing tennis with my friends, and I was losing, one more point, and my friends would win, so, angry, I hit the ball with the racket very hard, but in the field of my friends had fallen a Apple, that apple was the ball until I hit it. Some days later, while my family and I ate, a man arrived with a black raincoat and a hat, but not just any hat, a pointed hat. The man handed me a letter and explained that it was hogwarts, their subjects, their teachers ... He also explained everything I should know about the magical world.
Later, he also addressed my parents, and explained when classes began and where the hogwarts express was.
At first, my parents thought it was an absurd and complex joke, so they burned the letter without telling me. Instead, something inside me told me that this man was telling the truth, and that I was a wizard.
Days later, an owl arrived at our home, in the beak, carrying another letter identical to the one my parents burned. When I took it (being careful not to be bitten by the owl) another letter, which I had not seen, fell from the owl's beak, the letter took the form of a face, and flew down the stairs to speak to my parents, and force them to approach the hogwarts express.I don't know what that letter was, but I thank you since then.
Now, I work with my friends and strive to study potions, which I find fatal. But, above all, I want to get into the quidditch team as Seeker.