"Mr. Dumbledore... The joke isn't funny, at least not in 1258 for now. ”

Gawain seemed to feel a sweat drip down his cheeks, and said as calmly as he could.

"Oh, don't you refute the rest of the part?"

Dumbledore asked with interest, his voice sounding cheerful, but kind.

"All the past is a prelude. At least as far as I can remember, Shakespeare was not yet born in 1258. ”

Gao Wen considered the language and replied, although it was a joke, he felt that the old man in front of him was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

At least he didn't know how the other party did it, and he could guess what he was thinking.

"Stormy?

Actually, I prefer another sentence.

Love everyone, trust a few, and don't hurt anyone. ”

Dumbledore smiled, stood up, and waved his wooden staff in his hand, conjuring up a golden high-backed chair across his desk, undoubtedly for Gawain.

"Macbeth?"

Gawain recognized that the sentence quoted by the other party was also from Shakespeare's famous tragedy. But instead of responding, he walked over and sat down.

At this time, he realized that the height of the chair was exactly designed for him, and when he sat up straight, his eyes were level, and he happened to be level with Dumbledore.

"Let me think, a pot of tea and snacks?"

Seeing Gawain sit on the chair, Dumbledore said lightly. The wooden staff in his hand arced through the air.

As if squeezed out of the air, a large silver tray suddenly appeared on the table.

On the tray is a white porcelain pot, as well as several small pink teacups, and a small bowl placed between the two people.

The bowl contained many strange sweets that Gawain had never seen before.

The teapot was steaming.

Even if there is no open flame heating.

"Cook yourself?"

For some reason, such a thought suddenly crossed Gawain's mind.

"Forgive an old man for his pranks, for he has only these things to entertain him. ”

Noticing that Gawain sat up straight, Dumbledore sighed softly.

"Mr. Dumbledore, where the hell is this, and what are you bringing me here for?"

Gawain calmly said that he felt like he had discovered a new and incredible world.

"Oh, isn't it suspected that you're hallucinating or kidnapping?"

Dumbledore's beard shook and he said with a smile.

"I can't think of what your interest in kidnapping me is, if it's in a dream or a hallucination, I've tried. ”

Spread his right hand out to Dumbledore, Gawain replied. In the palm of the right hand, there are two shallow small wounds, from which there are blood streaks.

He had just been led by Madam Pomfrey, and when he entered the office, he had pricked his palms with his fingernails.

I can feel pain and have a sense of "self".

"Well, I guess you'll need this wound later", Dumbledore shook his head, he had rarely seen such a calm Muggle student.

Gawain reminded him of another young man.

The same talent.

"I think I should re-introduce myself.

Sugar?milk?"

Dumbledore's wand flicked, and the teapot couldn't wait to pour its contents into the pink porcelain cup, and then without waiting for Gawain to answer, a spoonful of sugar and two spoonfuls of milk were added.

Exactly the proportions Gawain wanted.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you, dear Mr. Gawain White, have been accepted as a new student at the school, and have been admitted to the school. ”

Dumbledore straightened up and said earnestly.

"Professor McGonagall was supposed to bring this letter to you yesterday, but because your... Special encounter, in order to avoid accidents and embarrassment, she did not send you to St. Mungo, but brought you back to school. ”

The old man took out a brown parchment envelope from under the table, stepped over the table and handed it to Gawain. Hearing what happened yesterday, Gawain felt sincerely worried, but he still tried to contain his emotions and looked at the envelope.

"12 Tulip Road, Little Whingkin, Surrey County, by Mr. Gawain White. ”

The envelope was written in emerald green ink, and a shield-shaped logo was also drawn. Although it is a shield, this coat of arms is actually made up of four parts: red, green, brown, and blue.

"Lions, eagles, badgers, and... Snakes?"

Gawain guessed, and with Dumbledore's encouragement, he took out the letter and read it out.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Magician of the Order of Sir Merlin)

At this point, Dumbledore smiled slyly, as if to say, "Didn't expect that, did you?"

Dear Mr. White,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment. Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31.

Vice-Principal (female) Minerva McGonagall is hereby up

After reading it, Gawain read the contents of the letter two or three times again to make sure that he did not have any misunderstandings in words and language, and then raised his head.

"So, Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry?"

Dumbledore nodded lightly.

"Can I learn to use magic here? do something like you?"

Dumbledore nodded easily.

"Can a school's diploma be accepted by a university, if I want to apply to law school after graduation?"

Dumbledore's expression froze suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Seeing his expression, Gawain understood a little in his heart.

"If the school doesn't approve it, will my future job be guaranteed? I mean, to the level of a normal barrister, or even worse, the level of a solicitor. ”

Gawain asked cautiously, and even lowered his expectations slightly.

Although his parents' jobs allow him to live comfortably even if he does not have a decent income, he is not ready to rely entirely on Colin and Elsa, but has his own plans.

"Hmm... Students will have the opportunity to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, in terms of income..."

Dumbledore hesitated as he spoke, he knew Gawain's expectations, and he knew that even the relatively highest-paid Auror in the Ministry of Magic would not be able to match the income of the lawyer that Gawain was referring to, if converted into pounds.

"So you want me to give up my admission to one of the best aristocratic high schools in England and choose Hogwarts, a secondary school with no future job or income?"

Gawain sighed and asked, he didn't deny that he was very curious about the wizarding world.

But curiosity kills cats.

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Gawain in front of him, and he was a little hesitant for a moment what kind of reason he should find to fool the other party. Although Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry, admission is not mandatory.

Gawain lifted the teacup in his hand and fell silent.

"I agree. ”

A moment later, contrary to Dumbledore's expectations, Gawain nodded.