Professor Minerva McGonagall

For a transmigrator who had been ready to study hard, devote himself to research, and spend his life striving for Socialist Modernization.

For a transmigrator who had planned to dedicate himself to scientific research and had carefully prepared for it for over a decade.

For a transmigrator who, before turning eleven, had read hundreds of leading academic journals and fully prepared himself to become a scientist.

What was the cruelest thing imaginable for him?

Without a doubt, it was being told that the world he lived in was not scientific at all, but magical!

No will to live? Utter despair? A complete collapse of his worldview?... Words could no longer describe Jon Hart's feelings at that moment.

His hands trembling, he opened the fourth and final letter.

"Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, President of the Wizarding Association, First Class Merlin).

Dear Mr. Hart:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The term begins on September 1st. We await your owl-delivered reply by July 31st.

Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

Yours sincerely"

There was no mistaking the familiar contents of that letter!

It was only 1992. There were still five years until J.K. Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter novel... so this could not possibly be a prank.

That left only one possibility: the world he had lived in for over a decade was actually the world of HP.

Why did he suddenly feel like everything had become fantastical?

"What's wrong, dear?" Judy quickly noticed the strange look on her son's face.

"N-Nothing..." Jon stammered, handing over the letter in his hand. "It's just... there's another school that sent me a letter!"

Eric and Judy took Jon's letter in confusion.

Five minutes later.

"I think this must be a prank!" Mr. Hart said with a solemn expression.

"Yes, what this letter says is far too absurd. A school of magic? How could that be possible?" Mrs. Hart cried sharply.

Jon gave a wry smile. According to his memories from his previous life, Hogwarts should soon send a teacher to explain the existence of the magical world to his parents...

"I think we should call the police. What a stupid prank!" Eric continued to ramble.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Do we have a visitor?" Judy hurriedly straightened her apron and went out to open the front gate.

A stern-looking unfamiliar woman stood outside. She wore square spectacles that looked exactly like the markings around a cat's eyes; a vivid green cloak draped over her shoulders, and her jet-black hair was gathered into a tight bun.

"Are you Mr. Jon Hart's guardians?" the woman asked in a severe tone.

"Hello, I'm his mother. And you are?" Judy asked softly.

"Minerva McGonagall," the woman outside replied. "I am a professor."

Jon looked up at the stern middle-aged woman, his expression turning somewhat awkward... He suddenly remembered the "stray cat" he had kicked away beside the mailbox ten minutes ago.

"Oh, welcome, welcome!" Judy's face immediately lit up as she ushered Professor McGonagall inside. At the same time, she asked, "Are you from Eton College?"

"What?" Professor McGonagall could not help frowning. She shook her head. "I serve Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts?" Judy froze when she heard the unfamiliar word.

"Wait!" Eric said urgently, glancing at the letter in his hand. "You mean... Professor McGonagall... Hogwarts... This isn't a prank?"

His surprise made him stammer.

"Of course!" Professor McGonagall said somewhat disdainfully. "Hogwarts is a school specifically established for those with special talents—a school of magic with a long history stretching back over a thousand years."

"Then you mean... what was written in that letter is true?" Judy's face had gone pale.

"As Mu—Muggles, it is understandable that you do not know about magic, but..."

"Ah..." Judy let out a shriek.

Professor McGonagall, who had just been standing at the door, suddenly vanished. In the place where she had stood appeared a Tabby cat.

"W-What... what's going on?" Eric stammered. Never in his life had he spoken so incoherently as he had today.

"But magic does indeed exist."

The Tabby cat gracefully walked into the room, shot Jon a fierce glare, then sat down on the sofa and transformed back into Professor McGonagall.

She turned her gaze toward Jon and slowed her tone. "Mr. Hart, unlike your parents, you are not a Muggle, but a wizard born with magical abilities. Becoming a member of Hogwarts will help you truly master your gift."

Seeing Jon standing there with a vacant expression, Professor McGonagall assumed that the child had been frightened witless by her words. In fact, this often happened when she first visited young Muggle-born wizards.

"Perhaps you still have doubts about what I've said, Mr. Hart!" Professor McGonagall continued. "Do you possess any talent that differs from other people's? When you were frightened or angry, did anything strange ever happen?"

Exceptional talent... did an outstanding memory count? Could he be the legendary Memory Magus?

Something strange happening when he lost emotional control... In truth, after transmigrating, he had possessed the psychological age of nearly forty. He no longer made a fuss over things like ordinary children, so Jon had rarely ever lost emotional control, much less caused his magic to go out of control.

So he really was a wizard? A so-called "Mudblood" born into a Muggle family?

As Jon's dazed expression gradually returned to normal, Professor McGonagall rose to her feet.

"Mr. Hart, it is now up to you and your parents to decide whether you will come to Hogwarts and become a true wizard."

"The letter I sent earlier listed all the books and school supplies you'll need for Hogwarts. You can go to Diagon Alley in London to buy them all."

"Oh, and the address for Diagon Alley..."

Professor McGonagall drew a small stick-like object from her robes and gave it a light flick. A line of words appeared on Jon's family's wall:

"117 Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London."

"Well then, goodbye, Hart family!"

With that, she walked out of the room and vanished.

"Wait!" Judy tried to chase after her, but the moment she reached the doorway, there was no trace of the other woman.

Clearly, not everyone received the same treatment as The Boy Who Lived, having a teacher take them to Diagon Alley to buy their things.

"Was this a dream?" Judy murmured after returning to the room.

"Mom, I don't think so." Jon smiled helplessly. "There's no way all three of us had the exact same dream!"