Outside the door, Bran stood in front of the door handle with open hands and glanced at Professor McGonagall suspiciously before reluctantly getting out of the way.
"Thanks."
After looking at the little boy guarding the door like a guard, Mag smiled and shook his head, thanked him, and walked into the room.
"Hello, first time meeting you. I'm Professor McGonagall. Nice to meet you."
Nodding friendly towards the two people in the room, Professor McGonagall looked around.
As she had seen when she turned into a cat before, the room was not too big. A little girl with silver hair was standing on the edge of the bed. Benitez, the owner of the orphanage, was half lying on the bed, with a table next to it.
There was unfinished breakfast on top.
——She tried hard to restrain herself from thinking about "Scottish Chicken Soup with Round Faces".
Before coming to the orphanage, Professor McGonagall had already inquired about Elena among the residents of the town.
Different from the situation of most orphans, the relationship between Elena and Benitez is actually more like a father and daughter. The two of them work together to run the small orphanage.
Therefore, after much consideration, McGonagall still believed that Benitez, as the "guardian", should know about Elena's invitation to study at Hogwarts, so he did not deliberately leave Benitez alone with Elena.
chat.
Benitez looked at the unexpected visitor curiously.
She looked slightly older than he estimated. Her curly black hair was tied into a high bun, and her amber square-rimmed glasses were very consistent with the professors' appearance in Benitez's impression. On her body, she was wearing a uniform.
A coat with a traditional Scottish tartan pattern.
All in all, he doesn't look like an untrustworthy liar or an idler who comes here to play pranks.
"Professor McGonagall? Please sit down." Benitez showed a thoughtful look, "May I ask which school you are from? As far as I know, Elena has not submitted an application for admission to a school in Scotland."
Professor McGonagall glanced at the steaming bowl of soup on the wooden table, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand to pull the chair to the bed, sat down with her back to the wooden table, cleared her throat, and looked at Ai with a smile.
Lina.
"Our school is called Hogwarts. It is a school specially opened for people with special talents. I am here this time..."
"It goes without saying, I refuse."
Before Professor McGonagall could finish speaking, Elena shook her head and interrupted unceremoniously.
"I already have my own goals and plans for the future. What's more, I don't think I can learn anything from this little-known school. So, please come back."
If this world is really the magical world written by J.K. Rowling, then it is not impossible that Professor McGonagall has a character that hates other people interrupting during class time. When she hears such words, she might just leave in a rage.
"Elena!"
Benitez on the side frowned slightly. In his impression, Elena was rarely so aggressive, let alone directly interrupting others. This was the first time he had seen her in these years.
"Sorry, this kid is not usually like this." Benitez rubbed the silver-haired little Luoli's head, looked at Professor McGonagall apologetically and explained. After a pause, the man continued with a slight confusion, "However,
With all due respect, the Hogwarts you mentioned was the first time I heard about it today."
Professor McGonagall smiled nonchalantly and replied in a relaxed tone, "We are in the Muggle world. Well, Muggle is what we call ordinary people. It's completely normal that you haven't heard of it. Because Hogg
Watts is a school of magic, a school for wizards who teach young wizards how to use and control magic."
There was a moment of silence.
Bennett was obviously stunned by this answer, and his eyes quickly scanned Professor McGonagall's eyes in turn, trying to detect the look of lying or joking in them.
"Magic...magic?" Benitez repeated softly, looking at the lady in front of him with suspicion. He began to be more inclined to support Elena's original idea. It was obvious that Professor McGonagall was a little weird.
Benitez sat up straight, ready to end this boring farce. He thought for a moment and replied politely, "You mean magic, or something like acrobatics, right? Sorry, I'm more inclined.
Yu let Elena enter a public middle school."
"No, I mean..." Professor McGonagall shook her head, and the smile on her face became brighter. She took out the wand from her pocket and waved it towards the chair. The original shabby wooden chair turned into a
Gorgeous high-backed armchairs upholstered in goose down. "...like this, real magic."
After doing all this, Professor McGonagall took out an envelope made of thick parchment from his coat, placed it beside Benitez's bed, patted it gently, and glanced at the two people in front of him. McGonagall
She spoke more slowly, "This is the admission notice. After all, we all know that you are not an ordinary person. Elena, you are a born witch. Joining Hogwarts will allow you to learn how to
Take control and use your gifts.”
Benitez, who had always maintained a polite expression, could no longer maintain the calmness on his face. His pupils shrank unconsciously, and he looked at the chair that suddenly changed in shock, looking between Elena and Professor McGonagall.
Moving back and forth, he opened his mouth feebly as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end no sound came out.
The entire room fell into a strange silence for a while, and the air was like a frozen ice crystal, which would break even if you breathed a little harder.
It may have only been a few seconds, but it seemed like several minutes. In short, Elena, who had not spoken since just now, was the first to break the silence in the room - but it was not the same as what Professor McGonagall had imagined.
Every way is different.
"oh."
The girl responded simply, lowered her eyes, and glanced at the envelope that she had seen more than a dozen times by the bedside, without even the slightest thought of raising her hand to pick it up.
"As for being born a witch? Teachers at Scottish public primary schools have said more than once that I am a born mathematician. But this does not mean that I will definitely choose the mathematics department in the future." The girl replied expressionlessly,
Apparently he was not touched by what Professor McGonagall said.
After a pause, Elena raised her head, looked directly into Professor McGonagall's eyes for the first time, and asked calmly.
"I'm sorry, madam. As far as I know, the graduation certificate and learning experience of a magic school are no different from a piece of waste paper in the entire Muggle world - that is, if you will really issue a diploma."
Regarding the admission invitation to Hogwarts, Elena had already thought very clearly from the first time she received the letter from the owl. As a reborn person, she knew very well that the future from now on belonged to Muggles.
Rather than wasting seven years studying skill-based courses such as spells, potions, and transfiguration, she would rather use these precious time to learn computer programming or corporate strategy, at least these can ensure her future success.
Decades of underwear and food.
"As a magic school with a thousand-year heritage, every qualified graduate of Hogwarts can find a good job in the wizarding world. You don't have to worry too much about this. It seems that you don't understand. Wizards
Our world and the Muggle world are two different worlds. In the wizarding world, there are still Ministry of Magic, hospitals, schools, etc."
Professor McGonagall shrugged. Most children from Muggle families would have such concerns, but as long as the existence of the two worlds is explained clearly, both parents and students can accept this fact.
"You are the ones who really don't understand. I understand the magical world far better than you think." Elena sighed. She didn't intend to continue this roundabout riddle-like conversation. Her voice sank, and her whole demeanor changed.
He instantly became mature and serious.
"Professor McGonagall, I would like to ask, what is your monthly salary at Hogwarts?"
Faced with Elena's abrupt question, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but be stunned, thought for a moment, and answered humbly.
"80 gold galleons per month, but that's because I also serve as the deputy principal of Hogwarts. Compared with other teachers, the monthly salary is naturally higher. Oh, by the way, the currency used by our wizarding world and Muggles
It’s different, so it doesn’t make much sense for you to ask this.”
Although their tone was extremely humble, both Benitez and Elena could clearly feel the pride hidden behind it. Obviously, as Professor McGonagall, they were quite satisfied with their treatment.
"Of course it is meaningful. As long as it still exists in human society, all monetary systems can be easily understood by simply converting purchasing power."
Hearing this answer, Elena's eyebrows raised unconsciously, and the light in her eyes became brighter. Even just listening to the voice, she could feel the strong sense of confidence in the girl's words, as if the king had returned to his own territory.
The dominance is the same - after all, the financial industry was her profession in her previous life.
The silver-haired little Luoli put his hands together, tapped each other rhythmically with his two index fingers, and said softly, "If what I know is correct, 1 gold galleons = 17 silver siko = 493 copper nats, as far as I know one pound
Potatoes sell for 25 Copper Nuts, and I happen to know that one pound can buy 4 kilograms of potatoes. In other words, teaching you, a pretty good job in the wizarding world, will earn you about 400 pounds a month."
Having said this, Elena paused, tilted her head slightly, and exchanged glances with Benitez beside her. There was a hint of weirdness and humor in their eyes at the same time.
"What do you want to say?" Mag frowned, vaguely feeling that some unspeakable discomfort was spreading in the air.
The girl raised her head, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and for a moment, Mag even seemed to hear a slight sneer.
"In this country, I mean the Muggle government you're talking about, the average weekly salary of an ordinary worker is one hundred pounds, while the salary of a formal university professor is..."
Elena paused deliberately when she said this. When Professor McGonagall's eyes became a little straightened, she deliberately shook her long silver hair and spoke softly.
"1959 pounds."
"So what exactly are you trying to say?!"
Professor McGonagall's body unconsciously left the back of the chair and sat upright, raising her voice and asking with an unhappy look on her face.
The corners of Elena's mouth curled up slightly, and then it was her turn to perform.
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