“When a young wizard experiences their first magical surge, their name is written into Hogwarts’ ‘Book of Admittance’ by the ‘Quill of Acceptance.'” “During the first summer after the young wizard turns 11, an owl delivers their Hogwarts acceptance letter.” Dumbledore explained in detail how Hogwarts admits young witches and wizards.
“If the young wizard’s parents are both Muggles, then their acceptance letter is personally delivered by a Hogwarts professor.
Oh, you might not know yet — ‘Muggles’ refers to ordinary people without magic.
After all, most Muggles have a hard time believing in magic unless they see it with their own eyes.
And when they enter the magical world, they need a professional to guide them.” “In your case…
I don’t think I need to prove the existence of magic to you.
The way you altered the memory of the hotel director here — if I’m not mistaken, that’s what the Muggle world calls them — that is magic!” After that long speech, Dumbledore finally paused, but his eyes, behind his half-moon spectacles, remained fixed intently on Elavin.
The more carefully he looked, the more his heart ached.
Light blond hair, sapphire-blue eyes, a face carved like marble, and extraordinary magical talent…
Merlin’s woolly socks!
This boy bears the shadow of an old friend.
Dumbledore couldn’t help but think of a certain old friend of his.
They were both the same kind of genius — the same kind of bold, reckless spirit.
Think about it — what 11-year-old wizard could casually rewrite a Muggle’s memory without any psychological burden, sneak into Britain’s most luxurious hotel to live and eat for free, and casually pull out a gun at the slightest provocation?
Elavin finally noticed the gaze behind those half-moon spectacles.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
“Can you do the same things I can?” That was a perfectly normal question.
Dumbledore snapped back to the present.
“You mean altering memories and conjuring guns?
Of course.
Many experienced wizards can do that.” He paused, then continued, “But I’ve never seen a wizard do those things without training or a wand.
Magic of that level — only a very small number of Hogwarts’ best graduates over the years have been able to achieve it.
And yet you’ve done it at this age.
Without a doubt, Mr.
Elavin Yakute, you possess tremendous magical talent.” Dumbledore’s eyes remained fixed on Elavin.
“Would you be willing to attend Hogwarts and learn to control this power?
I think you understand that if left unchecked, abilities like yours could cause a great deal of trouble — for others, and even for yourself.” Dumbledore knew very well what boys this age were thinking.
He didn’t rush to scold Elavin harshly with words of condemnation like “this is wrong” or “this is illegal.” Instead, he used the softer word “trouble.” That was because he wasn’t yet sure whether Elavin had the maturity and wisdom to accept that he wasn’t special, wasn’t a god or a deity — just an ordinary wizard.
Over the years, Dumbledore had seen too many children who thought they were above the law because they had a bit of power.
With that kind of unruly child, adults couldn’t simply refuse them outright — that would only push them further down the wrong path.
The real approach was to tailor education to the student’s strengths, guiding them step by step.
Let the child know what they could do, what they couldn’t do, and what they could negotiate.
First, offer a reminder that many wizards could alter memories — a subtle warning that there were always stronger people out there.
Then follow it with encouragement about their magical talent.
With that combination of pressure and encouragement, most children could be handled.
As a headmaster, Dumbledore found such psychological handling effortless.
“You mean—” Knock knock — A knock at the door interrupted Elavin.
“Oh, that must be my afternoon tea.” Elavin immediately set down the letter, his furrowed brow smoothing out.
“Would you like some, Headmaster?
We could have tea together and talk about Hogwarts.” Dumbledore was never one to turn down good food.
He smiled cheerfully at Elavin and nodded.
“I hope there are some pastries that suit my taste.” Hmm…
Maybe this young wizard wasn’t a Gryffindor after all.
Maybe he was a Hufflepuff?
If that was the case, even better.
Then he wouldn’t have to worry about the boy following in that old friend’s footsteps.
After all, what could those dear little badgers possibly do wrong?
The worst they could do was refuse someone a midnight snack.
As it turned out, the Ritz London really was the best hotel in Britain, and its “Best Afternoon Tea” honor was well deserved.
— Unfortunately, even this wonderful afternoon tea didn’t include Dumbledore’s favorite overly sweet treats.
“The texture is excellent, but it would be better if it were sweeter.” Dumbledore set down his teacup, disappointment clearly visible on his face.
Elavin felt like laughing.
“So, what have you decided?” “Decided?
You mean about attending Hogwarts?
Oh, of course I want to go.
I don’t think many people could refuse the chance to enter the magical world.
I just hope the dormitories at Hogwarts are as comfortable as this place.” They both looked around the room’s decor.
“Well…
I’d say it’s more or less the same.” Dumbledore replied unashamedly.
They continued their afternoon tea at a leisurely pace.
Elavin spent the time asking Dumbledore all sorts of questions about Hogwarts — from the number of students to the quality of the teachers, from food and tuition to cleanliness and facilities.
“So…
the wizard dormitories have bathrooms and showers too?” “Yes, my boy.
Yes, they do.” Dumbledore didn’t know why Elavin cared so much about that detail, but he answered with quiet pride.
“As a matter of fact, after I became headmaster, I worked with the Ministry of Magic to bring in professionals to install those facilities.
Can you imagine it?
Hogwarts has existed for over a thousand years, but until 50 years ago, some houses still didn’t even have proper bathrooms in their common rooms.” “That’s right — Hufflepuff House.” “Those poor little Hufflepuffs had to go all the way outside Slytherin’s dormitory just to share bathrooms with Slytherin students.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS IronLoreTL If you’re enjoying the story, support it with Power Stones and add it to your library!