Professor McGonagall

In the chamber of the orphanage, Allen remembered the things he uttered in the yard before and believed that Professor McGonagall should not have made a terrible impression.

Although he shot and beat up numerous youngsters, he also stated the cause just now, which might be viewed as an act of righteousness.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"coming!"

Allen's eyes brightened up as he heard the knock on the door, and he got up and answered the door instantly.

It was the current director of the Edward Orphanage who knocked on the door, an

alongside him stood a woman in her fifties or sixties wearing square spectacles, a Scottish shirt, and a green robe.

"Mrs McGonagall, this is the Allen Carmen you're searching for!"

The Dean's tone indicated respect, but Allen sensed a hint of dread in his countenance.

After Professor McGonagall arrived at the orphanage, he first explained the cause to the director of the orphanage and showed off his abilities as a wizard.

"Okay, Dean Brian, please lead the way. "Next, I want to speak to Mr Carmen alone!"

"No problem, then I'll go first!"

The dean nodded hurriedly and left the room in haste.

"Hello, Mr Carmen!"

Professor McGonagall closed the door and came into the room, first welcoming Allen.

Allen glanced at Professor McGonagall and inquired politely:

"Hi, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm the vice principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and your future Transfiguration instructor."

"You may call me Professor McGonagall!"

Professor McGonagall explained.

Allen quickly feigned to be enlightened:

"It turns out that you penned the letter delivered by the owl yesterday, but can magic exist in this world?"

"And where is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

Little wizards who grew up in a Muggle environment will have similar misgivings when they get the acceptance notification. McGonagall was already accustomed to this and knew how to rapidly acquire the small wizard's confidence.

"Flavive!"

She brought out her wand, aimed it at the cup on the table in the room, and a beam of magic light burst out, and the cup quickly transformed into a great, fat orange cat.

"Magic has always existed. When you were growing up, you should have had some great adventures. Those are the abilities that spring from the blood in your body.

"And Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a school that teaches you how to study and manage magic."

Watching Professor McGonagall's exhibition of wizardry, Allen couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Although he had seen movies on TV in his former life, when he witnessed a guy waving his hand and changing a cup into a cat, the impression was entirely different.

Allen believes that turning non-living material into living stuff in an instant is truly quite miraculous!

Twenty minutes later,

"That's about all." Is there anything more you want to ask?

Seeing that Allen trusted her totally, McGonagall eventually asked.

"Professor, while I want to attend Hogwarts to study magic, you should know that I can't afford the fee."

Allen paused for a moment before asking his question.

He recalled that the child wizard born into a Muggle household in the movie could convert Muggle coins to Gringotts for galleons, but he thought that the orphanage he was in would not be prepared to give him money to go to Hogwarts for school.

Professor McGonagall had a grin on her face.

"You don't have to worry about this; the school will supply you with money for your usual studies, and you can pay it off once you graduate and work!"

"Okay, then I have no issue!"

Allen nodded. Professor McGonagall had previously described the main scenario. He understood them quickly because he remembered several important things.

"Incredibly nice, Mr Carmen. "It looks like you are not only very daring but also have a high comprehension capacity!"

Professor McGonagall stared at Allen, who was extremely quiet, with a gleam of delight in her eyes.

Professor McGonagall had previously observed the entire process of the bullying event in the yard from the orphanage's fence.

And Allen's performance at that time also made her appear a bit different.

She believed that the courage and responsibility demonstrated by the eleven-year-old youngster at that time, as well as the positive attitude in his comments, were not possessed by many adult wizards today.

If you use one statement to encapsulate Professor McGonagall's opinions on Allen at this moment, it is:

"This son will become a powerful weapon in the future!"

"Okay, because you already understand and are eager to study magic at Hogwarts, today I will accompany you to Diagon Alley and get all the stuff you need to start school!"

Professor McGonagall pulled out her pocket watch, checked the time, and rose from her seat.

"Diagon Alley?"

Allen had a shocked expression on his face.

It's not that he doesn't know what Diagon Alley does; it's simply that he didn't anticipate that Professor McGonagall would accompany him to purchase school supplies following his home visit.

But after thinking about it for a bit, he understood again.

A young wizard from a regular wizarding household does not need to be accompanied to Diagon Alley by a Hogwarts instructor.

And tiny wizards in Muggle households also have parents, so as long as they make it obvious to their parents, there is naturally no difficulty.

Every time Hermione went to Diagon Alley to acquire school supplies, her parents followed her there.

And he is now an orphan. If Professor McGonagall doesn't accompany him to Diagon Alley, who will?

It would be unreliable to expect the director of the orphanage to be an employee.

"That's a street that sells magical goods." "You need to go there to get all the goods you need to go to school!"

Professor McGonagall felt that Allen didn't know what Diagon Alley was, so he explained it a bit.

"Then how do we get there, via train?"

Allen recalled that Diagon Alley looked to be someplace in the city of London, and the little village of Winton, where he was situated, was not that near to the city of London.

"No, grasp my arm; it may feel unpleasant for a time; you need to be patient!"

McGonagall provided Allen with an arm without any explanation.

"Could it be?"

Allen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly thought of something.

Sure enough, as Allen clutched Professor McGonagall's arm, he saw her pull out her wand once more and whispered, "

"The follower emerges!"

Suddenly, Allen only sensed that Professor McGonagall's arm appeared to break loose from his own, so he swiftly gripped it securely.

After a crackling sound like firecrackers, Allen's surroundings quickly turned pitch black, followed by intense squeezes from all directions.

He couldn't breathe at all, and his chest appeared to be severely choked by numerous iron bands. His eyes were shoved back into his head, and his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull.

This sensation is like being squeezed out of an extremely thin rubber tube.

As if after a long time and as if for just a second, the light shone in his eyes again.

Taking a few long breaths to lessen the dizziness in his brain, he tilted his head and gazed about. He and Professor McGonagall were no longer in the orphanage's room but had arrived on the street.

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still grinding.....

Let's head to Diagon Alley...