Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Okay, the priest said it would let you in."

Outside the door, Bran opened his hands before the doorknob, glanced suspiciously at Professor McGonagall, and reluctantly gave way.

"Thank you."

Looked at the little boy who was guarding the door like a guard. McGonagall shook his head with a smile, said thanks, and walked into the room.

"Hello, meet me for the first time. I am Professor McGonagall and I am very happy to see you."

Nodded friendly towards the two of them, and Professor McGonagall looked around.

As she saw 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, and Benitez, the owner of the orphanage, was lying on the bed, next to the table There is breakfast that has not been finished.

——She tried to restrain herself, not to think about the "Scottish round face fat chicken soup".

Before coming to the orphanage, Professor McGonagall had heard about Elena among the residents of the town.

Unlike most orphans, the relationship between Elena and Benitez is actually more like a father and daughter. The two have jointly run the small orphanage together.

Therefore, after repeated consideration, McGonagall believed that Benitez, as a "guardian", should know that Elena was invited to Hogwarts to study, so she did not deliberately set aside Benitez and alone with Elena. chat.

Benitez looked at the unexpected visitor curiously.

It seems that he is slightly older than he estimated. The black hair curled into a high bun and the amber frame glasses fit the professors in Benitez ’s impression, but she is wearing a A traditional Scottish plaid coat.

All in all, it does n’t look like an untrustworthy scammer or a layman who came over deliberately.

"Professor McGonagall? Please sit down." Benitez showed a thoughtful look. "Which school are you from? As far as I know, Elena has not yet submitted an application for admission to a school in the Scottish area."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the steaming soup bowl on the wooden table, hesitated, stretched out his hand and pulled the chair to the side of the bed, sat back to the wooden table, cleared his throat, and looked at Ai with a smile Linna.

"Our school is called Hogwarts, this is a school for people with special talents. I came here this time ..."

"Needless to say, I refuse."

Before Professor McGonagall had finished speaking, Elena shook her head and interrupted unkindly.

"About the future, I already have my own goal plan. Not to mention, I do n’t think I can learn anything from this unknown school. So, please go back."

If this world is really the magical world described by JK Rowling, then Professor McGonagall hates the character of others interrupting during class hours. Hearing such words, it may not be impossible to go directly furious.

"Elena!"

Benitez frowned slightly. In his impression, Elena rarely had such an aggressive time, let alone directly interrupted others. He had seen him for the first time in years.

"Sorry, this kid is not like this." Benitez rubbed the head of the little silver-haired Loli, and looked at Professor McGonagall with some regret. After a pause, the man continued with a little confusion, "However, IMHO, I just heard the Hogwarts you mentioned for the first time today."

Professor McGonagall smiled indifferently and replied easily. "Being in the Muggle world, um, Muggles are what we call ordinary people. You haven't heard that it's really normal. Because Hogg Watts is a school of magic, a school of wizards used to teach little wizards how to use and control magic. "

There was a silence.

For this answer, Bennett was stunned for a moment, and his eyes quickly swept the two eyes of Professor McGonagall, trying to see the lies or jokes in it.

"Magic ... magic?" Benitez repeated softly, looking suspiciously at the lady in front of him. He began to lean more towards supporting Elena's original idea. Obviously, this Professor McGonagall was a little strange.

Benitez sat upright, ready to end this boring farce, thought about it, and responded politely, "Do you mean magic, or something like acrobatics? Sorry, I still prefer it Yu let Elena go to public middle school to study. "

"No, I mean ..." Professor McGonagall shook his head and the smile on his face grew brighter. He pulled out his wand from his pocket and waved towards the chair. The old wooden chair "popped" into a Gorgeous high-back chair with goose down cloth. "... like this, real magic."

After doing all this, Professor McGonagall took out an envelope made of thick parchment paper from his coat and placed it beside Benitez's bed. He patted lightly and glanced at the two in front of him, McGonagall. Speaks slower, "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 can teach you how Take control and use your talents. "

The calmness of Benitez ’s face, which had always maintained a polite expression, could no longer be maintained. His pupils shrank unconsciously, looking shocked at the suddenly changed chair, gazing between Elena and Professor McGonagall. Moving back and forth, he opened his mouth weakly and seemed to want to ask something, but in the end no sound was made.

The whole room was temporarily trapped in a strange silence. The air was like a frozen ice crystal, even if it was a little heavier, it would break.

It may have only been a few seconds, but it seems that it has been a few minutes. In short, from the beginning, Elena, who has not spoken again, first broke the tranquility in the room-but, with Professor McGonagall ’s imagination In any way.

"Oh."

The girl responded briefly, lowered her eyes, and swiped on the envelope that she had seen a dozen times by the bed. She didn't even have the idea of ​​raising her hand to pick it up.

"As for the born witch? The teacher in the Scottish public elementary school has 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. Obviously nothing touched what Professor McGonagall said.

Paused. Elena raised her head and looked at Professor McGonagall's eyes for the first time. She asked calmly.

"Sorry, ma'am. As far as I know, the graduation certificate and learning experience of the magic school is no different from a piece of waste paper in the whole Muggle world-the premise is that if you really will issue a graduation certificate."

About Hogwarts' invitation to enter school, Elena had already thought about it more clearly since she first received a letter from Owl. As a rebirth, she is well aware that the future from now belongs to Muggles.

Rather than wasting a full seven years of time on skills-based courses such as magic spells, potions, and metamorphosis, she would rather spend these precious time on computer programming or corporate strategy, at least these will ensure her in the future For decades, underwear food has no worries.

"As a thousand-year-old magic school, every qualified graduate of Hogwarts can find a good job in the magic world. You don't have to worry too much about this. It seems that you don't understand, wizard Our world and the Muggle world are two different worlds, and there are still Ministry of Magic, hospitals, schools, etc. in the magic world. "

Professor McGonagall shrugged. Most children from Muggle families have such concerns. However, as long as the two worlds are clearly explained, both parents and students can accept this fact.

"It's you who really don't understand. I understand the world of magic far more than you think." Elena sighed. She didn't intend to continue this kind of mysterious dialogue around the bend. The voice fell, and the whole person's expression Instantly become mature and serious.

"Professor McGonagall, ask, what is your monthly salary in Hogwarts?"

Faced with the abrupt question of Elena, Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, she answered modestly.

"80 gold gallons per month, but that's because I also served as the vice principal of Hogwarts. Compared with other teachers, the monthly salary will naturally be higher. Oh, for the currency and Muggles used by our wizarding world. Not the same, so it does n’t make much sense to ask this. "

Although the tone is extremely modest, Benitez and Elena can obviously feel the pride hidden behind them. Obviously, as Professor McGonagall, he is quite satisfied with his treatment.

"Of course it makes sense, as long as it still exists in human society, then only a simple conversion of purchasing power is required to easily understand all monetary systems."

Hearing this answer, Elena raised her eyebrows unconsciously, and the light in her eyes became shining. Even if she only listened to the voice of UU reading www.uukanshu.com, she could feel the strong sense of confidence in the girl ’s words. It was as if the king had returned to the dominance of his own territory-after all, the financial industry was her previous life.

The silver-haired little Lori folded her hands together, and her two index fingers beat each other rhythmically, and said softly, "If I know right, 1 gold gallon = 17 silver west = 493 copper nat, as far as I know. A pound of potatoes costs 25 copper nates, and I happen to know that one pound can buy 4 pounds of potatoes. That is to say, teaching you a good job in the magic world, the monthly salary is about 400 pounds. "

Speaking of this, Elena stopped, slightly tilted her head, and exchanged glances with Benitez beside her. A strange and funny expression appeared in their eyes.

"What do you want to say?" McGonagall frowned, faintly feeling that something unspeakable and uncomfortable was spreading in the air.

The girl raised her head, a flash of pity flashed in her eyes, and for a moment, McGonagall even seemed to hear a slight chuckle.

"In this country, I mean the Muggle government in your mouth. The average weekly salary of an ordinary worker is one hundred pounds, and the salary of a formal university professor is ..."

Elena said that she deliberately paused here. After Professor McGonagall's eyes straightened, she shook her long silver hair deliberately.

"1959 pounds."

"So what do you want to say?"

Professor McGonagall unconsciously sat up straight from the back of the chair, raised his voice, and asked uncomfortably.

Elena's mouth slightly tilted, and then it was her turn to perform.

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