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Chapter 4: A Not-So-Polite Meeting

Andrew was reading with a headache when there was a knock on the door of the room.

The double pain of self-studying Latin without suitable textbooks is enough to make people cry, but it is necessary - even if you learn a mute language, it is still useful.

"I'll be right there," he said as he closed his pen and stood up to open the door - he would usually lock his door, and this was tacitly accepted.

"Good morning, Mrs. Camille (she stubbornly requires all students not to call her the dean, but Mrs. Camille)," he looked at the two people at the door and welcomed them in, "Who is this?"

"This is Ms. McGonagall. She's here to ask you to attend their school, a school called Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

Andrew was stunned. This name was extremely familiar.

"Yes, Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall nodded and looked at Ms. Camille who had no intention of leaving and said, "Excuse me, Ms. Camille, can I be alone with him for a while?"

And during this gap, Andrew finally remembered what Hogwarts was.

A magic school, a magical school specifically for wizards - he even played a game called Hogwarts Legacy, which was actually pretty good, to be honest.

As for more, he only read the brief plots in those movie speedruns. Although he had wanted to appreciate the original work several times, he always couldn't spare enough time. There was no way. The plot of the original work was too long, and compared with books in the era of online literature, this kind of traditional good story requires too much time to immerse in reading.

After quickly thinking of this, Andrew immediately took a look at Professor McGonagall who was still communicating with Ms. Camille before the conversation started.

'They don't look alike, but their temperaments are very similar...'

"So, the telekinesis I mentioned is magic?"

"The good news is that telekinesis - no, magic training can gain experience from predecessors, and the possibility of going the wrong way is greatly reduced. The bad news is that the unique power has become a wholesale payment."

'But none of this matters. What I have to do is to pretend that I know nothing and continue on... because I have no chance of knowing about that school.'

While he was quickly adjusting his mindset, Professor McGonagall had already persuaded Dean Camille to leave. Then, she looked at Andrew, pulled out her wand, and tapped it gently.

The chair between the two of them immediately turned into a goat. Under Andrew's gaze, it tore off a piece of paper from the table and began to eat slowly.

However, the surprised look that Professor McGonagall expected did not appear. After a moment of daze, Andrew slapped the sheep on the head and quickly took back the half-written manuscript paper.

"You are indeed very powerful," Andrew said, with a hint of laughter in his voice, "but I don't think it's necessary to use what I spent so much time writing to prove it."

Fortunately, what I wrote at this point was about language learning. If it were any other manuscript, it would have been put away long ago and would not have been left on the table.

He pushed the manuscript back vigorously, and at the same time held down the very docile goat with his other hand. "A very amazing power. What is this? Oh, no, to be more precise, what is it called? Telekinesis, supernatural power, inner strength, magic, source energy, or something else?"

Without waiting for Professor McGonagall to respond, he looked at the goat and added quickly and quietly in a surprised tone, "I've read a lot of books on imaginary powers. They use various ways to call the unusual powers they possess, so I am more accepting of them - especially when I have this power myself."

When you first meet someone, it is extremely impolite to talk continuously like this. Compared to speaking, listening and giving timely and non-interruptive feedback, such as "ah", "like this", "oh, so that's how it is", etc. simple reactions can better promote the continuation of the conversation.

But he had to do so, because he had to allow the continuous questioning to give himself enough time to calm down.

"Oh, sorry," Andrew continued to pretend to be flustered but expectant, "I was a little excited and asked too many questions."

"It's okay, this is normal," Professor McGonagall nodded, "Hogwarts, the Hogwarts you are going to is a magic school, you will learn magic there with many children of your age." "A school to learn magic?" Andrew released his excitement without any need to pretend, "That's great... But can I afford the tuition?"

"Absolutely not. Hogwarts does not require tuition."

The question was slightly unexpected by Professor McGonagall, but only slightly.

"What about books, accommodation, food, and clothing?" Andrew said sincerely because he really didn't know. "Sorry, ma'am, maybe I'm asking too much, but I really may not be able to pay enough."

"And more, ma'am, where is the school located, what currency does it use, what is the exchange rate, is it a boarding school, are there any channels for further study..."

This is not a disguise at all, but a sincere question - sincerity is the best disguise.

"This kid, maybe he can do odd jobs in the office..."

Professor McGonagall was not offended at all.

She seemed to see an intern working for the school, and a very good intern at that.

As Albus didn't care about things, she was responsible for most of the chores in the school. Those messy jobs really needed help - but the students who could reach this level in Hogwarts were generally in the fifth year, and she couldn't let students work in the office during the Owls year.

Students in grades six and seven were beginning to take on off-campus internships. During the years she had worked at the Ministry of Magic, many departments had become accustomed to letting seventh-year interns take over some of the work.

Over the years, her office has used many interns, but after becoming familiar with the work, they would usually go out for internships or even graduate after working for more than a year. Even if they occasionally stayed on campus, they were professors and could not be caught in the office doing odd jobs all the time.

An intern who can help with office chores from the first year, who has a good reputation among the elders, who is meticulous and considerate in his work, and who also needs an assistant's allowance...

So, she happily responded to Andrew's question just now.

Then, to the professor's surprise, more questions arose.

"That's great... but professor, I actually have some knowledge I really want to know about your magic just now. Regarding the goat just now, did it turn into a goat as a whole? Is it a permanent transformation or a temporary or limited transformation? If some limbs are separated during the transformation, will it return to the original shape or only partially return to the original shape?"

"I just felt the temperature and blood flow. Is it completely simulated like a goat, or is it fixed after the change? If I exercise, will there be any changes in the heart rate and blood flow rate?"

"After the transformation is undone, where does the food go? Does it stay inside the chair or fall out, or does it just disappear?"

Forget about the assistant...

Even the second best Transfiguration professor in the whole of Britain still had such thoughts after hearing a series of questions.

"You need to have a basic grasp of deformation and read enough theoretical books before you can continue to think about these things."

"For magic, the most terrifying thing is not the lack of imagination, but the exploration of the unknown, which far exceeds what one has mastered. Transfiguration is the most common tragedy in magic learning."

"Come on, I'll take you to Diagon Alley, and we can answer your questions slowly on the way. Although there are a lot of questions, I will try my best to answer them in a way that you can understand. However, the most important point is that you have to remember."

Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious.

"In the study of magic, any experiment with the unknown is extremely dangerous. There is nothing to take for granted in magic, and getting involved in too many unknowns at once is something you absolutely cannot touch."

(End of this chapter)