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

Outside the door, Bran, who had stopped in front of the doorknob with open hands, glanced at Professor McGonagall suspiciously, and reluctantly moved out of the way.

"Thank you. ”

Looking at the little boy who was guarding the door like a guard, McGonagall smiled and shook her head, thanked him, and walked into the room.

"Hello, first meeting, I'm Professor McGonagall, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Nodding amicably to the two men in the room, Professor McGonagall looked around.

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

- She tried to restrain herself from thinking about "Scottish Round-Face Fat Chicken Soup".

Before arriving at the orphanage, Professor McGonagall had already snown out about Elena among the townspeople.

Unlike most orphans, Elena's relationship with Benitez is actually more like that of a father and daughter, and the two work together to keep the small orphanage running together.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a second time, McGonagall still thought that Benitez, as the "guardian", should know about Elena's invitation to study at Hogwarts, so she did not deliberately leave Benitez aside and talk to Elena alone.

Benitez looked curiously at the unexpected visitor.

She looked slightly older than he had estimated, her black hair curled up in a high bun, and her amber-rimmed square-rimmed glasses matched Benitez's impression of the professors, and she wore a traditional Scottish plaid coat.

All in all, it doesn't look like one of those untrustworthy liars or idlers who come over on purpose to play pranks.

"Professor McGonagall, please be seated. Benitez looked thoughtful, "Which school are you from, as far as I know, Elena has not yet applied to schools in Scotland." ”

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

"Our school is called Hogwarts, and it's a school for people with special talents. I'm here to ......."

"Needless to say, I refuse. ”

Before Professor McGonagall could finish, Elena shook her head and interrupted unceremoniously.

"I already have my own goals for the future. What's more, I don't think I can learn anything from this little-known school. So, please go back. ”

If this world is really the magical world written by J.K. Rowling, then it is not impossible for Professor McGonagall, who hates other people's interruptions during class time, to hear such words, and go away in a rage.

"Elena!"

Benitez on the side frowned slightly, in his impression, Elena rarely had such an aggressive time, let alone directly interrupting others, this was the first time he had seen it in all these years.

"I'm sorry, but that's not what this kid usually is. Benitez rubbed the silver-haired little Lori's head and looked apologetically at Professor McGonagall as he explained. After a pause, the man continued, slightly confused, "But, with all due respect, the Hogwarts you mentioned is the first time I've heard it today. ”

Professor McGonagall smiled disapprovingly, and replied in a relaxed tone, "Being in the Muggle world, well, Muggle is what we call ordinary people, and it's only natural that you haven't heard of it. Because Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry, a school for wizards who teach young wizards how to use and control magic. ”

There was silence.

Bennett was visibly stunned by this answer, and quickly swept his gaze over Professor McGonagall's eyes, trying to see a lie or a joke in them.

"Magic ...... Magic?" Benitez repeated softly, looking suspiciously at the lady in front of him, who was beginning to be more inclined to support Elena's original idea, apparently Professor McGonagall was a little eccentric.

Benitez sat up straight, ready to end this boring farce, thought for a moment, and replied politely, "You mean magic, or acrobatics or something like that, I'm sorry, but I'd rather let Elena go to a public secondary school." ”

"No, I mean ......" Professor McGonagall shook her head, a smile growing on her face, pulled her wand from her pocket, and waved it at the chair, which had been worn out into a gorgeous high-backed chair upholstered in goose down cloth with a "snap". “...... Like this, real magic. ”

After doing all this, Professor McGonagall took out an envelope made of thick parchment from her coat, placed it next to Benitez's bed, patted it gently, and swept her gaze over the two people in front of her, McGonagall's voice slowed down a bit, "This is the admission letter, after all, we all know that you are not an ordinary person. Elena, you are a natural witch, and joining Hogwarts will teach you how to control and use your talents. ”

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

The whole room fell into an eerie silence for a moment, and the air was like a frozen ice crystal, which would break even if it was a little heavier.

It may have only been a few seconds, but it seemed like a few minutes, and in short, Elena, who had not spoken since the beginning, was the first to break the silence in the room—but not in any way Professor McGonagall had imagined.

"Oh. ”

The girl replied simply, lowered her eyes, and swept over the envelope that she had seen a dozen times by the bed, without even the slightest thought of raising her hand to pick it up.

"As for being a natural witch, the teacher at the Scottish public primary school has said more than once that I am a born mathematician. But that doesn't mean I will definitely choose to study mathematics in the future. The girl replied with a blank face, apparently untouched by what Professor McGonagall had said.

After a pause, Elena looked up, looked directly into Professor McGonagall's eyes for the first time, and asked calmly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. As far as I know, the diploma and learning experience of a wizarding school is no different from a piece of scrap paper in the entire Muggle world - if only you do issue a diploma. ”

Regarding the invitation to Hogwarts, Elena had already thought about it very clearly from the first time she received a letter from an owl. As a born-against, she was well aware that the future from now on belonged to Muggles.

Rather than wasting seven full years studying skill-based courses such as spells, potions, transfiguration, etc., she would rather spend that precious time learning computer programming or business strategy, at least to ensure that she will have food and clothing for decades to come.

"As a millennium-old school of witchcraft and wizardry, you don't have to worry too much about the fact that every qualified graduate of Hogwarts will find a good job in the wizarding world. It seems that you don't understand that the wizarding world and the Muggle world are two different worlds, and in the wizarding world there are still ministries of magic, hospitals, schools, and so on. ”

Professor McGonagall shrugged her shoulders, most children from Muggle families would have such concerns, but once the existence of the two worlds was explained, both parents and students would be able to accept this fact.

"It's you who really don't understand, I know more about the wizarding world than you think. Elena sighed, she didn't plan to continue to play dumb riddles around the bend like this, her voice sank, and her whole demeanor instantly became mature and serious.

"Professor McGonagall, I would venture to ask, what is your monthly salary at Hogwarts?"

Faced with Elena's abrupt question, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but be stunned, thought about it, and replied humbly.

"It's 80 gold galleons a month, but that's because I'm also the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, so it's natural that the monthly salary is higher than that of other teachers. Oh, by the way, we use a different currency in the wizarding world than Muggles, so it doesn't make much sense for you to ask this. ”

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

"Of course, it makes sense, as long as it still exists in human society, then all monetary systems can be easily understood after a simple purchasing power conversion. ”

Hearing this answer, Elena raised her eyebrows unconsciously, and the light in her eyes became shining, even just listening to the voice, she could feel the strong sense of confidence in the girl's words, as if the king had returned to the dominance of his own territory - after all, the financial industry was her previous life.

The silver-haired little Lori clasped her hands together, tapped her two index fingers rhythmically against each other, and said softly, "If I know correctly, 1 gold galleon = 17 silver sike = 493 copper nat, as far as I know, a pound of potatoes costs 25 copper nat, and I happen to know that one pound can buy 4 pounds of potatoes." In other words, teaching you a good job in the wizarding world, with a monthly salary of about £400. ”

At this point, Elena paused, tilted her head slightly, and exchanged glances with Benitez beside her, and the two of them showed a hint of weirdness and comical in their eyes at the same time.

"What do you want to say?" McGonagall frowned, vaguely feeling some indescribable discomfort spreading through the air.

The girl looked up, a flash of pity in her eyes, and for a moment, McGonagall even heard a small sneer.

"In this country, I mean Muggle government as you call it, the average weekly wage for an average worker is a hundred pounds, and the salary of a full-fledged university professor is ......"

Elena paused deliberately when she said this, and waited for Professor McGonagall's eyes to straighten a little, before deliberately shaking her long silver hair and whispering.

"£1959. ”

"So what the hell are you trying to say?!"

Professor McGonagall unconsciously sat up straight away from the back of her chair, raised her voice and asked with a look of displeasure.

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

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(Meng Meng Da Youmeng wants to eat, ask for recommendation votes, hum, more than 3,000 words in a chapter!)