"—Minerva, are you sure you remembered correctly... a Legend has come?"
The diminutive Charms professor, Filius, floated up to shoulder height beside Hogwarts' Deputy Headmaster. Watching the train slowly come to a stop in the distance, he sounded somewhat tense.
Hogwarts had put on such a grand display to welcome an honored guest. If some nobody stepped off that train, they would become a tremendous joke. Especially since many other guests who had come to offer their congratulations were also part of Hogwarts' welcoming party today.
"—According to the message from First University, this is indeed the train."
Professor McGonagall stared sternly at the silvery-white steam gradually dissipating from the train's chimney. "But you are right... for a Legend, this arrangement is indeed somewhat plain."
"—Perhaps young people nowadays all prefer minimalism?"
Professor Sprout stepped forward as well and guessed, "After all, we are nearly half a century older than him... and the age gap between him and other Legends is even greater. It is perfectly normal for their preferences to differ."
"—That is indeed possible."
Professor McGonagall gave a very slight nod. She glanced at Professor Sprout, reached out to pluck a blade of grass from her bun, then turned to the outstanding student representatives from the four houses behind her. Her tone grew a little firmer. "Check your appearances... You do not want to leave a bad impression on First University's dean, do you?"
The young wizards immediately began nervously inspecting one another's spellbook covers, cufflinks, belts, dress robe collars, and so on. In turn, the other guests in Hogwarts' welcoming party—including representatives from the Grand Wizard Conference, the Moonlit Parliament, and the Wizard Council, as well as advance members of ancient families such as the O'Briens and Talbots—also began nervously checking one another over.
"—I heard that