Dumbledore's Invitation

Tress Street, a Muggle town.

The people who lived here were all wealthy. At the very least, every building on Tress Street was a villa, large and beautiful, complete with an excellent garden.

In the darkness of night, a figure streaked swiftly through the sky. Bathed in moonlight, it flew closer from afar before darting through the second-floor window of a villa.

It was a raven.

Interestingly, the raven immediately transformed into a human.

He looked like an eighteen-year-old youth. His blue eyes resembled the waters of the Aegean Sea, deep and dark blue. His golden hair had not been meticulously styled; it curled slightly and hung lazily, covering half of his handsome face.

Yet, paired with his purple robe, his height of one meter seventy-five, and his aristocratic air, Katelyle had become the benchmark of good looks on Tress Street.

Katelyle removed the robe draped over him, revealing a European-style black-and-white suit. With a snap of his fingers, every light in the villa lit up.

Walking over to the fireplace, Katelyle pointed at it. A surge of magic emerged, and the logs in the hearth burst into flame in an instant, warmth spreading through the villa.

Tap, tap!

A soft knocking came from the windowpane. Katelyle glanced over and moved his finger slightly. The window opened, and an owl flew inside, while a letter drifted into Katelyle's hand.

"Dear Katelyle, please receive!"

Katelyle looked at the handwriting and smiled. "That old man Dumbledore still hasn't given up?"

Katelyle, originally named Su Ning, was undeniably a transmigrator.

The moment he arrived in this world, he activated his golden finger and inherited all the magical legacies of a master mage from another world, becoming a master mage himself.

Thus, whether it was magic, potions, or even the crafting of magical equipment, there was nothing he could not do.

Yes, from the moment he arrived in this world, he had already become invincible.

Then, three years ago, he happened to meet Dumbledore in a special place. It was then that Dumbledore discovered his power and was even shocked by his "creations." Since then, he had tirelessly invited him to join Hogwarts as a professor.

"Dear Katelyle, as an old friend, I once again solemnly invite you to join Hogwarts and become a great instructor at this school. I can grant you sufficient authority, as long as you are willing to display your talents and bring new magic to the magical world."

"Your old friend, Dumbledore!"

Katelyle read the letter and smiled. He then glanced at the owl that had not left and said with a smile, "Little fellow, are you waiting for my reply?"

The owl nodded, its gaze toward Katelyle carrying a hint of expectation.

Katelyle smiled and waved his hand. A faint ripple of magic emerged. A fountain pen on the nearby table floated into the air and swiftly began writing on a sheet of paper in bold, forceful strokes.

A moment later, the paper folded itself and slipped into an envelope. Red flames flickered over the envelope without damaging the paper in the slightest.

The small envelope was sealed, shrinking continuously in the process as it floated toward the owl.

Yet after taking the envelope, the owl still did not leave.

Seeing this, Katelyle smiled. "You little fellow, you won't budge until you see the reward."

"Very well, I'll give you a treat."

A box opened, and a thumb-sized bottle flew out from within. It contained blue liquid.

The stopper opened beneath the cover of magic, and the liquid inside floated out.

At the sight, the owl reacted as though it had spotted its favorite food. It spread its wings and flew over, gulping down all the liquid in two or three swallows.

It was a bottle of magic potion, and an exceptionally high-quality one at that.

Ever since he had conducted an experiment with this owl some time ago and let it drink magic potion, the owl had grown fond of it. Every time it returned after delivering a letter, it wanted a sip.

At the same time, the owl had gained magic within its body. Its physique had become strong and powerful, and its speed was astonishing.

An owl with magic, rather than one transformed by a wizard—it was exceedingly interesting, and perhaps something never seen before.

Dumbledore was deeply interested in this owl and repeatedly exclaimed over how miraculous it was.

At the very least, the owl seemed smaller, but it was incredibly fast and remarkably powerful.

Its claws and beak could bring someone serious misfortune if they were not careful.

The owl left, while Katelyle quietly read in his study.

These books recorded all kinds of magic and forbidden magic in the magical world, as well as various matters related to it.

Hogwarts.

Dumbledore smiled as he watched the owl return.

"Hoho, dear Caesar, you're finally back. Let me see whether you've brought me good news."

Caesar was the owl's name, given to it by Katelyle.

It should have been loyal to Dumbledore, but after benefiting from Katelyle, it had almost immediately transferred its loyalty to Katelyle without hesitation.

Dumbledore had only been saddened by this for a short while before no longer caring.

Dumbledore caught the incoming letter and took out the one inside. Upon seeing the few words on the envelope, he burst into hearty laughter.

"Oh, my God! After three years of pleading, that fellow Katelyle has finally agreed to become an instructor at Hogwarts."

"Let me see. For such a powerful wizard as Katelyle, which House should I assign him to?"

"Katelyle's power is beyond belief."

"His wondrous magic is highly offensive and destructive. Perhaps Slytherin would suit him very well."

"But Harry will also be attending school soon. Given his personality, he should be sorted into Gryffindor."

"Hmm, perhaps I can have everyone attend Katelyle's classes. Of course, it must be voluntary. This is entirely new magic."

"Still, I believe everyone will like it."

"Oh, poor what's-his-name... Oh, Professor Quirrell. You have a competitor now."

Perched on a bookshelf, the owl looked at the excited Dumbledore with utter disdain in its eyes, along with a touch of irritation.

That old fossil was far too long-winded.

Finally, when the owl had grown impatient, Dumbledore handed it a letter.

The owl left without delay.

After returning to Tress Street and delivering the envelope to Katelyle, the owl quietly stayed in a corner, peacefully watching Katelyle read, watching his handsome appearance and aristocratic bearing.

Sure enough, Katelyle's place was much more comfortable and quiet.

That old geezer Dumbledore was still far too mischievous, like an old child who never grew up.