Self disciplined life, time always passes quickly. Within two days after receiving the Hogwarts admission notice, an uninvited guest found Steve .
'You mean, are you Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts?' Steve asked a middle-aged woman who appeared at the door of her room. The woman known as Professor McGonagall wore square glasses, curled black hair and dark green robes.
'Yes, I am Minerva McGonagall, the vice principal of Hogwarts. I saw your reply, Mr. Wilson. We will visit Muggle families who have not been in touch with the magic world.' Professor McGonagall may suddenly think of Anduin's life experience, and then add, 'of course, so do young men who live independently like you.'
'Won't you invite me in, Mr. Nelson?'
'Oh, no, I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. Please come in. I just haven't completely digested the whole thing about magic school.' Steve stepped aside with an apologetic face and invited Professor McGonagall in.
As soon as he entered the room, Professor McGonagall began to observe that the whole room was not big. There was a bed, a set of tables and chairs, the table was connected with bookshelves, a cabinet, a clothes hanger, several dumbbells were neatly placed in the corner, the bed was neat, and a basin was planted on the windowsill... If she was right, it was a basin of green onions?
The tidy room and clean and refreshing atmosphere Professor McGonagall had a good impression on Steve . After all, today is a sudden visit, which proves that the freshman is also very self disciplined.
'Sorry, Professor McGonagall, the room is rather shabby.' Steve apologized to Professor McGonagall and went to move the only chair in the room.
'You're welcome, Steve . Do you mind if I call you that? I have prepared my own chair.' After that, Professor McGonagall took out his magic wand from his arms and pointed to the dumbbell beside the wall. The dumbbell instantly changed into a wooden chair and sat down.
Steve was also bluffed by Professor McGonagall. After all, what he saw on TV was still not true in front of him, but he did not lose his reserve. He opened his chair and sat down with Professor McGonagall.
'I read the letter asking for a reply before July 31. I thought it would be August before I received a reply or visit.'
'That's mainly for the children of many wizard families. We will visit the children who haven't touched the magic world in advance, and the magic world is more sensitive now...' Professor McGonagall was hesitant, but he didn't talk too much, but went straight to the subject.
'Children with magic talent will be notified to enter school when they reach the corresponding age. Hogwarts will teach underage wizards how to control and use magic. I believe you should feel that some special things have happened around you in recent years. Underage wizards will gradually wake up to magic, and sometimes there will be magic riots.'
Steve nodded and waved his hand, and a cup floated in front of him.
Professor McGonagall was shocked when he saw this scene. Can he master the floating mantra freely? You should know that this is still a silent wand less spell, 'Mr. Steve , are you sure you haven't learned or been taught magic before?'
'Yes, Professor McGonagall, when I found the difference between me and others, I began to practice slowly. I thought it was a special function through meditation. This is what we ordinary people say. Of course, that's it. I can't make a chair like you.' Steve said.
'You will learn at Hogwarts.' After listening to Anduin's words, Professor McGonagall became More and more satisfied with the underage wizard in front of him. He was self disciplined, diligent and hardworking. What a good young wizard he was. Suddenly, he thought of the current chaos in the magic world and the darkness peeping in the dark. He could not help but feel a little anxious.
'Steve , I'm glad to see you working so hard. Let's hurry. Our time is very tight. We have to make a handover with the welfare home and take you to prepare for school in advance.'
Professor McGonagall is extremely efficient and effective. After communicating with the senior management of the Welfare Institute alone, he quickly handled the school affairs of Steve with the Welfare Institute. Steve suspected that Professor McGonagall must have used some magic, but the Welfare Institute did not have any questions.
'Did you use magic when communicating with Mother Teresa? They agreed so happily.' Steve still couldn't help asking.
'A little bit of confusion mantra, it helps to improve efficiency, doesn't it?' Professor McGonagall rarely showed a slightly naughty smile, 'rest assured that this will not have any adverse impact on them, and they will not forget you. You can still come back here during your holiday.'
'Well, I'll take you to buy the supplies you need for school. In view of your situation, I applied to the school board for a financial aid for poor students, which can be subsidized with 12 gold galleons every year'.
'Oh, by the way, the golden gallon is the currency of the wizard world. One golden gallon can be exchanged for seventeen silver Sickels, and one silver Sickels can be exchanged for twenty-nine nats.'
Should it be called Britain? Even currency exchange is so painful. Steve has a headache.