"Well, the priest said he could let you in."

Outside the door, Bran, who opened his hands to block the door handle, glanced at Professor McGonagall with suspicion and reluctantly made way.

"Thanks."

Looking at the little boy guarding outside the door like a guard, Magnar smiled and shook his head, thanked him, and walked into the room.

"Hello, for the first time we met, I am Professor McGonagall, and I'm very happy to see you."

Nodding friendly to the two people in the house, Professor McGonagall looked around.

As she had seen before when she became a cat, the room was not too big. A little silver-haired girl stood on the edge of the bed, and Benitez, the owner of the orphanage, was half lying on the bed, with an unfinished breakfast on the table next to her.

——She tried hard to restrain herself and did not think about the "Scottish round-faced fat chicken soup".

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

Unlike most orphans, Elena and Benitez's relationship is actually more like a father and daughter. The two of them operated the small orphanage together.

Therefore, after thinking about it over and over again, McGonagall still believed that Benitez, who was the "guardian", should know that Elena was invited to study at Hogwarts, so he did not deliberately put Benitez aside and talked to Elena alone.

Benitez looked at the unexpected visitor curiously.

She looked a little older than he probably was, with her curly black hair and amber-colored square glasses that matched the professors that Benitez thought of, and she was wearing a traditional Scottish plaid coat.

All in all, it doesn't look like the kind of untrustworthy liar or the idle person who deliberately comes to play tricks.

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

Professor McGonagall glanced at the soup bowl that was still steaming on the wooden table, hesitated for a moment, reached out and pulled the chair to the edge of the bed, sat down with his back to the wooden table, cleared his throat, and looked at Elena with a smile.

"Our school is called Hogwarts, which is a school specially opened for people with special talents. I'm here this time..."

"Needless to say, I refuse."

Before Professor McGonagall could finish his words, Elena shook her head and interrupted without hesitation.

"As for the future, I already have my own goals and plans. What's more, I don't think I can learn anything from this unknown school. So, please go back."

If this world is really the magical world written by JK Rowling, then Professor McGonagall hates others' interruptions during class time, and hearing such words, it may be impossible for him to be furious and leave directly.

"Elena!"

Benitez, who was beside him, frowned slightly. In his impression, Elena rarely had such an aggressive time, let alone interrupting others' words. This was the first time he had seen him in these years.

"Sorry, this kid is not like this usually." Benitez rubbed the silver-haired little luoli's head and looked at Professor McGonagall a little apologetically and explained. After a pause, the man continued with a little confusion, "But, I am frank, I only heard the Hogwarts you mentioned for the first time today."

Professor McGonagall smiled disconcertingly and replied in a relaxed tone, "Being in the world of Muggles, well, Muggles are the name we call ordinary people. It's so normal that you haven't heard of it. Because Hogwarts is a magic school, a school for wizards who teach young wizards how to use and control magic."

A silence.

Benitez was stunned for this answer, and his eyes quickly swept through Professor McGonagall's eyes, trying to see the expression of lying or joking from it.

"Demon...magic?" Benitez repeated softly, looking at the lady in front of him with a suspicious face. He began to tend to support Elena's original idea. Obviously, Professor McGonagall was a little weird.

Benitez sat upright, preparing to end the boring farce, thought for a while, and replied politely, "You mean magic, or something like acrobatics, right? Sorry, I'm more inclined to let Elena go to public middle schools."

"No, I mean..." Professor McGonagall shook his head, his smile on his face became brighter, he pulled out his wand from his pocket and waved it to the chair. The originally worn wooden chair "splashed" and turned into a gorgeous high-backed chair with goosebread cloth. "...like this, real magic."

After all this, Professor McGonagall took out a thick parchment envelope from his coat, placed it next to Benitez's bed, patted it gently, and glanced over the two people in front of him. McGonagall spoke a little slower, "This is the admission notice, after all, we all know that you are not an ordinary person. Elena, you are a natural witch, and joining Hogwarts will allow you to learn how to control and use your talents."

The calm on Benitez's face, who had always maintained a polite expression, could no longer be maintained. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the chair that suddenly changed his appearance. His eyes moved back and forth between Elena and Professor McGonagall, and he opened his mouth weakly as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he did not make any sound.

The whole room was temporarily in a strange silence, and the air was like a frozen ice crystal, which would be broken even if the breath was slightly heavier.

It may have only been a few seconds, but it seems that several minutes have passed. In short, Elena, who has not spoken again since the beginning, first broke the tranquility of the room - but it was different from any method Professor McGonagall imagined.

"oh."

The girl responded simply, lowered her eyes, swept through the envelope that she had seen more than a dozen times by the bed, and didn't even have the idea of ​​raising her hand to pick it up.

"As for the born witch? The teacher at 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 not touching anything about what Professor McGonagall said.

After pausing, Elena raised her head, took the initiative to look Professor McGonagall in the eyes for the first time, and asked calmly.

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

Regarding Hogwarts' admission invitation, Elena has already understood the first time she received the owl letter. As a rebirth, she knew very well that the future from now on belongs to Muggles.

Compared to wasting seven years of time and learning skill-based courses such as spells, potions, transformations, etc., she would rather use this precious time to learn computer programming or corporate strategy, at least these will ensure that she has no worries about food and clothing in the next few decades.

"As a magic school that has been passed down for thousands of years, 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 that the world of wizards and the world of Muggles are two different worlds. There are still Ministry of Magic, hospitals, schools, etc. in the magic world."

Professor McGonagall shrugged. Most children from Muggle families have such concerns, but as long as they explain the existence of the two worlds, both parents and students can accept this fact.

"What I really don't understand is you. I understand the magic world much more than you imagined." Elena sighed. She didn't plan to continue to have a mysterious conversation around the corner. Her voice sank, and her whole expression instantly became mature and serious.

"Professor McGonagall, I'll ask you, what is your monthly salary at Hogwarts?"

Faced with the sudden question of Elena, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but be stunned, thought for a while, and replied modestly.

"I'm 80 Jin Jialong every 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, by the way, the currency used in our wizarding world is different from Muggles, so it doesn't make much sense for you to ask about this."

Although his tone was particularly modest, Benitez and Elena could clearly feel the pride hidden behind him. Obviously, Professor McGonagall was quite satisfied with his treatment.

"Of course it makes sense. As long as it still exists in human society, you only need to make a simple purchasing power conversion to easily understand all monetary systems."

Hearing this answer, Elena raised her eyebrows unconsciously, and the light in her eyes became bright. Even if she just listened to the sound, she could feel the strong sense of self-confidence in the girl's words, just like the dominance of the king returning to her territory - after all, the financial industry was her career in her previous life.

The silver-haired luoli closed her hands together, and her index fingers hit each other rhythmically, and said softly, "If I know correctly, 1 Jin Jialong = 17 Silver Sike = 493 Copper Nat. As far as I know, a pound of potatoes costs 25 Copper Nat, and at the same time, I just know that one pound can buy 4 pounds of potatoes. In other words, professor, this job that is not bad in the magic world, has a monthly salary of about 400 pounds."

Speaking of this, Elena stopped, turned her head slightly, and exchanged glances with Benitez beside her. There was a hint of weirdness and funnyness in their eyes at the same time.

"What do you want to say?" McGonagall frowned and vaguely felt an indescribable atmosphere spreading in the air.

The girl raised her head, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes. For a moment, Magnate seemed to hear a subtle sneer.

"In this country, I mean the Muggle government you call it, the average weekly wage for an ordinary worker is £100, while the salary of a formal university professor is ..."

Elena deliberately paused when she said this. When Professor McGonagall's eyes were a little straightened, she deliberately shook her long silver hair and said softly.

“1959 pounds.”

"So what the hell do you want to say?!"

Professor McGonagall unconsciously left the back of the chair and sat up straight, his voice rising, and he asked unhappily.

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

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Chapter completed!