Harry Potter : The White Wizard of Hogwarts

Except for Professor McGonagall, Ivan spent a few more days at the orphanage.

Nothing unexpected happened; everything was as peaceful as usual.

One day, a figure appeared at the orphanage door—it was Professor McGonagall, just as Ivan had anticipated a few days earlier.

When the children saw a visitor, they immediately stopped playing.

They began to tidy their clothes, trying their best to present themselves well.

Clearly, the children saw Professor McGonagall as their hope for leaving the orphanage.

Professor McGonagall tried not to let herself notice the sad expressions of the children. She walked straight to the building and spotted a young girl who was cleaning.

"Good morning. I have an appointment with Mrs. Mena. Is she here?"

The young girl quickly went to fetch Mrs. Mena.

Mrs. Mena was a kind old woman in her sixties. She was thin, with white hair, and her eyes were wide with surprise behind her reading glasses.

"Hello," she said, not remembering if they had met before. "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I am Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School. I believe you've heard of me?"

Professor McGonagall was efficient and had prepared some documents with Confusion Spells on them earlier that morning. "I'm here about Mr. Ambrosius's admission to our school."

"Uh…"

Mrs. Mena took the documents and, after a moment of shock, replied happily, "Oh, yes! I didn't expect you to come here in person as the vice-principal."

"We occasionally provide guidance to talented children," she said.

Professor McGonagall took back the papers, which were almost blank. But to a Muggle like Mrs. Mena, they seemed to contain valuable information and perfectly answered any doubts she had.

"Can I see Mr. Ambrosius now?" she asked.

"Oh, of course!"

Mrs. Mena treated Professor McGonagall like a distinguished guest and eagerly led her to Ivan's room.

On the way, she praised Ivan highly.

According to her, he was a kind and intelligent child. He was well-behaved and often helped take care of the younger children in the orphanage, easing the volunteers' workload.

"Your school won't regret choosing little Ivan."

Listening to Mrs. Mena's compliments, Professor McGonagall remained patient.

She was a responsible teacher. The more she knew about Ivan, the better she could help him adapt to life in the magical world.

"Okay, this is little Ivan's room," Mrs. Mena said.

After knocking, Ivan opened the door, and Professor McGonagall came into view.

After finishing her task, Mrs. Mena left to give them some space.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," Ivan said, inviting her into his room and pouring her a cup of tea. "Sorry, I only have boiled water here."

"It's fine," Professor McGonagall replied, looking at Ivan with curiosity. "Sorry, I mean, do you know who I am?"

"Rather than knowing, I'd say I anticipated it," Ivan said, sitting across from her. "From the admission letter I received, I learned that Hogwarts is a magic school?"

"Yes," Professor McGonagall nodded. "I'm the vice-principal, Minerva McGonagall, and I'll also be your professor for Transfiguration."

"Transfiguration…"

Ivan knew about Transfiguration and admitted it. "Can you show me?"

Professor McGonagall didn't refuse. She took out her wand and turned the cabinet next to her into a cat, then back again. "Wow."

Even though Ivan had seen this many times in movies and had glimpsed Professor McGonagall in class through his prophecies, witnessing it in person still amazed him.

A large cabinet transforming into a cat was enough to challenge any scientist's beliefs. "It's nothing," Professor McGonagall said with a smile. "You'll learn these things at Hogwarts."

"That's great," Ivan said, genuinely excited. "You're probably wondering how I knew your name in advance."

"By the way, I didn't eavesdrop on your conversation with Mrs. Mena. But since you're a professor at a magic school, you should understand my situation, right?"

Ivan pointed to the mirror nearby and said, "For example, when you look at reflective objects like mirrors, water, or glass, you can see certain images."

"Images?"

Professor McGonagall frowned. "Can you explain further?"

"Of course." Ivan said, "Just like in a few minutes, Mrs. Mena will come in with snacks…"

Using his prophetic abilities, Ivan described the future he saw. He accurately detailed the types and quantities of snacks, as well as Mrs. Mena's reaction upon entering, and even how Professor McGonagall would respond, all very clearly.

"…."

Professor McGonagall was taken aback by what Ivan said. "You mean, you saw the future and made a prediction?"

Professor McGonagall was familiar with prophecy, as it was a type of magic. However, she had always been skeptical of prophecies, which she found imprecise.

Just like she didn't have much respect for Professor Trelawney, who taught the prophecy class, believing her predictions were nonsense.

Knock knock.

At that moment, Mrs. Mena knocked on the door.

She then set several plates of snacks in front of them, and what she said matched exactly what Ivan had predicted earlier.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?"

After speaking, Mrs. Mena noticed Professor McGonagall staring at her blankly, looking puzzled.

"Ah, it's okay," Professor McGonagall said. "I just feel a bit…"

"Lost?"

Mrs. Mena replied.

After she spoke, Professor McGonagall realized her reaction was identical to what Ivan had just told her.

'How is that possible?'

Professor McGonagall quickly looked at Ivan, who was smiling as he picked up a cookie and took a bite.

"I'm glad you don't mind," Mrs. Mena said, smiling at Professor McGonagall as she closed the door. "Well, excuse me."

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