Isaac tore open the envelope, unfolded the parchment in his hand, and read the words carefully, line by line.
Principal: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr.
Valdore, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st.
We await your owl by July 31st.
Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
When Isaac first learned of Grindelwald’s identity, he had already realized he had come to the world of Harry Potter.
When he saw future scenes through his Prophecy ability, he had already begun to anticipate his own admission letter.
Now, the owl from Hogwarts had finally pushed open the door to the magical world for him.
Clutching the letter, Isaac’s eyes unconsciously glazed over, and scenes from another time appeared before him.
“Eh?”
Isaac, who already knew of the magical world’s existence, had no intention of requesting a professor’s escort like ordinary Muggle families.
There were only so many Hogwarts professors, and quite a few Muggle-born wizards enrolled each year.
Professors needed to visit their homes personally to demonstrate their wizarding abilities to the parents, and then accompany them to Diagon Alley to purchase the books and items needed for enrollment.
In a single day, a professor could visit two or three families at most.
Isaac decided to lighten the professors’ workload a little.
But according to the prophecy he had just seen, an important guest would visit his home tomorrow.
“Anthony?”
“Young Master Isaac, I’m here.” Anthony responded softly from the corner, then slowly walked out of the shadows and into the light.
“An important guest will visit tomorrow afternoon.
This guest is elderly, but loves sweets very much.”
“Understood, I will prepare everything.” The old butler was already accustomed to Isaac’s magical nature.
In his eyes, the magical Young Master Isaac was just like Mr.
Grindelwald once was—both very “magical” people.
After instructing the old butler, Isaac returned to his room with the letter.
After writing his reply at his desk, he handed the letter to Hogwarts’ “messenger.”
The owl had already been fed treats by the old butler, and upon seeing Isaac again, this messenger from Hogwarts let out a very human-like hoot.
Its hoot was cheerful and short, clearly very satisfied with the recent hospitality.
Isaac handed the letter to the owl, stroking its feathers as he did so.
“I’ll leave the reply to you, Mr.
Messenger.”
The owl shook its body, grabbed Isaac’s reply with its talons, and flew out of the open window.
After sending off the owl, Isaac waited for Grindelwald in the living room for a while.
Once he confirmed that Grindelwald had no intention of meeting, he returned to his room with a belly full of complaints, preparing for an early night.
Hey, he’s over a hundred years old, and he’s still shy about seeing an old flame?
The next morning, at the Granger residence.
Amidst the anticipation of the Granger family of three, Professor McGonagall knocked precisely on the front door.
Hearing the door, Hermione rushed to the doorstep first and pulled it open.
“Hello, Madam?” The moment she saw Professor McGonagall, Hermione instinctively straightened her posture, and even her tone became much steadier.
This was due to Professor McGonagall’s powerful aura.
The witch who appeared at the door was tall, with a straight posture and a dignified demeanor.
Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, coiled into a taut, immaculate bun.
She wore square glasses, her face serious and unsmiling.
When she saw the well-behaved Hermione Granger before her, the strictness on Professor McGonagall’s face unconsciously softened.
Seeing this, Hermione quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Mr.
and Mrs.
Granger came forward from behind Hermione.
Upon seeing Professor McGonagall for the first time, they were immediately filled with goodwill.
As parents, they naturally hoped that their child’s future teacher would be quite authoritative.
Professor McGonagall’s appearance perfectly matched a parent’s stereotypical image of an excellent educator.
“Hello, Mr.
Granger, Mrs.
Granger, and…
Miss Granger.”
Professor McGonagall nodded in greeting to the Granger family.
As a professor who assisted Muggle-born first-years with enrollment every year, Professor McGonagall couldn’t say she knew much about the Muggle world, but she had ample experience in persuading parents from various social classes.
For example, families like the Grangers, who were well-off, were generally easier to convince if she simply showed them the wonders of magic.
She did the same here.
When the Grangers cautiously requested a demonstration to prove that magic was real, Professor McGonagall gave the family a small display of Transfiguration.
Although it was very basic magic in her opinion, it still made the Granger family exclaim in wonder repeatedly.
Incidentally, Professor McGonagall also explained to Mr.
and Mrs.
Granger the dangers that a magically talented child could face if not properly guided.
Mr.
Granger immediately agreed to Hermione’s enrollment.
Just as Professor McGonagall was about to take them to Diagon Alley, Hermione suddenly asked her a quiet question.
“Professor McGonagall, do young wizards from wizarding families all have very special talents?”
“What?” Professor McGonagall was somewhat puzzled; this question was truly uncommon.
Typically, young wizards from Muggle families wouldn’t pay attention to this aspect unless they had already encountered other young wizards their age.
But…
was that even possible?
“I mean, do young wizards from wizarding families possess talents that we don’t?
Such as the talent for Prophecy…” Hermione posed her question, narrowing the scope of talent down specifically to Prophecy.
This made Professor McGonagall, who was about to move, stop and turn to face Hermione.
If Hermione Granger had mentioned several different talents, Professor McGonagall would have simply considered the child precocious and thoughtful.
But she had mentioned, and only mentioned, Prophecy, which was very telling…
Mentioning Prophecy inevitably led to thoughts of Divination, and speaking of Divination reminded Professor McGonagall of Sybill Trelawney, Hogwarts’ Divination Professor.
In Professor McGonagall’s eyes, Professor Trelawney was a complete fraud.
After all these years, she hadn’t seen her make many accurate prophecies.
As for Hermione…
perhaps she really had met a young wizard, and that young wizard had then confirmed Hermione’s identity as a young witch through some details, and subsequently “prophesied” that she would receive a Hogwarts admission letter?
As the Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall had seen all kinds of pranks and mischievous students over the years.
The young wizard Hermione met, in Professor McGonagall’s view, could at most be considered an “honest child.”