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After writing his reply, Anduin placed the letter into a fresh envelope and handed it to the owl. The owl took it expertly, placing the envelope carefully on its body before flying away without a second glance.

"Wow, it's quite cold. I wonder what the wizarding world is like right now. Has Voldemort been defeated by Harry?" Anduin mused, having only vague memories of Harry Potter. He'd heard a friend mention that Voldemort killed Harry's parents, but Harry himself survived. But what was the situation in the wizarding world in 1980? And what was the plot of the original books? Anduin was left with more questions than answers.

"I won't overthink it. I'll just wait for Hogwarts' reply. Strength is important no matter the world; getting stronger is never a mistake," Anduin concluded, deciding to focus on his routine. His days were filled with intense exercise, including warm-ups, boxing, aerobic training, standing meditation, and his "psychic" training (which, as he now knew, was actually magic).

Time passed quickly in the disciplined rhythm of his life. Two days after receiving the Hogwarts acceptance letter, Anduin was greeted by a special visitor.

"Are you Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts?" Anduin asked as a middle-aged woman appeared at his door. She wore square glasses, had curly black hair tied into a high bun, and was dressed in a dark green robe.

"Indeed, I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. I saw your reply, Mr. Wilson. We're visiting Muggle families who haven't been exposed to the wizarding world," Professor McGonagall explained, seemingly remembering Anduin's background. "And, of course, young gentlemen like you who live independently."

"Won't you come in and sit down, Professor McGonagall?" Anduin stepped aside, gesturing apologetically. "I haven't quite processed the whole magic school thing yet."

"No need to apologize, Anduin. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" Professor McGonagall entered, surveying the room. It was modest: a bed, a desk with a bookshelf attached, a clothes rack, a few dumbbells neatly arranged in the corner, and, curiously, a pot of green onions on the windowsill.

The tidy room and fresh, clean atmosphere gave Professor McGonagall a positive impression of Anduin. After all, this visit was a surprise, and a disciplined living space spoke volumes about a student's character.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, my room is a bit sparse," Anduin said, moving the only chair in the room.

"Not at all, Anduin," she replied, pulling out her wand. She pointed it at the dumbbells by the wall, and with a flick, they transformed into a wooden chair. It floated gently to the floor.

Anduin was momentarily stunned, but maintained his composure. He sat down, facing Professor McGonagall.

"I thought I'd have to wait until August to meet with someone," Anduin remarked, glancing at her.

"That's usually the case for students from wizarding families," Professor McGonagall explained. "We visit Muggle-borns, like you, in advance, especially given the sensitive state of the magical world right now," she added, hesitation creeping into her voice before she quickly moved on.

"Children with magical abilities are informed of their acceptance when they reach the right age. Hogwarts teaches young wizards how to control and use magic. I'm sure you've noticed certain... unusual things happening around you recently. It's not uncommon for magic to manifest in children, and it can sometimes cause magical disruptions."

Anduin nodded, raising his hand slightly. A cup levitated in front of him.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened at the sight. She'd seen many young witches and wizards, but the effortless, silent use of the levitation charm without a wand was impressive. "Mr. Wilson," she said, "have you studied magic before?"

"No, Professor McGonagall," Anduin replied, "I thought it was a supernatural power. I started practicing through meditation. That's how we Muggles refer to it, at least. Of course, I can't do something like turning dumbbells into a chair like you did."

"You'll learn that at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall smiled, impressed by Anduin's self-discipline, diligence, and work ethic. He was exactly the kind of student Hogwarts needed. But a flicker of concern crossed her face as she thought about the turmoil in the magical world.

"Anduin, I'm so pleased to see you so dedicated. But we must hurry. There's no time to waste. We still have to finalize your preparations with the orphanage, and there's your shopping list to take care of too."

True to her word, Professor McGonagall handled all the arrangements with remarkable efficiency. After a brief conversation with the orphanage staff, she swiftly took care of Anduin's school matters. Anduin couldn't help but wonder if some magic was involved in speeding up the process.

"Did you use magic when talking to Mother Triss and the others?" Anduin asked. "They agreed so quickly."

"A little Confundus Charm, nothing too sinister," Professor McGonagall said with a rare mischievous smile. "Don't worry, it won't affect their memories. They'll still remember you, and you'll be welcome to return during the holidays."

"Alright," Anduin said with a grin, "then let's go shopping for school supplies. Oh, and by the way, I've arranged a bursary for you. You'll receive 12 Galleons every year to help with costs."

"And just so you know," Professor McGonagall continued, "Galleons are the currency in the wizarding world. One Galleon equals seventeen Silver Sickles, and one Sickle is worth twenty-nine Knuts."

Anduin sighed. "Seems like even currency exchange is a hassle here."

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