Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Patsy, when you get back tonight, we need to talk."

"Of course. I need to talk to you too."

Before Andy sent Parsifal away from home, he rarely spoke to him seriously, and even offered to help ask Mr. Parker for leave.

At this moment, he and Mag were standing in the streets of Spider End Alley, holding a small wallet in his hand, which contained all the income he had accumulated through doing odd jobs for a long time.

— £1391.

He originally wanted to keep the money for Andy's middle school tuition, but after hesitation he decided to take it with him.

What if it is used?

"Mr. Williams, according to the school's regulations, we are able to provide you with a fee of approximately 200 gold galleons for at least seven years of study at the school. In your first year, we will give you 40 gold galleons. Long, this money is basically enough for your needs. Of course, you may need to buy some things second-hand, such as potion crucibles, scales, etc."

Professor McGonagall told Parsifal seriously that although she complained secretly, she actually had a good impression of this responsible and polite young man.

"Okay, you can call me Parsifal. Where are we going now? Shopping?"

Parsifal acted obediently as a sensible eleven-year-old boy.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless, but perhaps more edible.

In his impression, the best way to survive safely in the world of Harry Potter is to infinitely reduce one's sense of existence.

Calling Harry a brother, jumping in front of Old Deng, or taking the initiative to hook up with Professor Snape are undoubtedly signs that he is getting further and further on the road to becoming the King of Banners.

(A certain phantom named Robyn flashes past.)

"The place we are going to is called Diagon Alley, which is an entrance to the wizarding world."

Professor McGonagall answered subconsciously, but suddenly realized a serious question, and her expression froze.

——She did not expect that Parsifal would decide so quickly, nor did she expect that she would change the subject in a hurry and agree to take him shopping directly.

The bag containing the galleons for Parsifal is still in the school!

Minerva lacked the skills to change the topic and McGonagall was melancholy.

"Can we go visit Hogwarts first? I'm curious about where we'll be spending the next few years."

Parsifal asked Professor McGonagall. Ever since he knew that he was in the world of wizards, his curiosity about this terrifying existence that could even kill cats has been rapidly expanding. Of course, he didn't expect this to succeed. After all, except for a certain white-haired dumpling who was personally invited to the office by President Deng, there were very few young wizards who could enter Hogwarts before the start of school.

"Of course, if it's not suitable, forget it, I just have to wait another month."

After a brief pause, Parsifal added.

"Okay, Williams. Actually, I have to go back to Hogwarts to get the gold galleons first, and then go to Diagon Alley to buy you things you need for school."

To his surprise, Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and nodded in agreement!

Although for her, who is strict in doing things, this is actually somewhat illegal. It is more appropriate to let Parsifal wait in the Leaky Cauldron and go back to school to retrieve the bag.

But as soon as she saw Parsifal's yearning eyes, she thought of her childhood. For some reason, the word "no" got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it no matter what. She could really understand the shock and uncontrollable yearning for a little wizard who had been living in the Muggle world for the first time to realize the existence of magic and wizards.

"In any case, it is not a responsible thing to put an eleven-year-old child in a strange Leaky Cauldron."

Professor McGonagall became more determined and took out the wand.

"Williams, please hold on to my arm and we'll apparate away. You may feel a little uncomfortable later, but bear with it."

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Parsifal was pleasantly surprised and quickly grasped the left hand handed over by Professor McGonagall.

He noticed that Professor McGonagall no longer called him "Sir", although instead of using the more affectionate title "Parsifal".

——Follower Apparition! You know, even Harry, President Deng's close disciple, had this experience for the first time in the sixth grade.

"Disapparan!"

After making sure that Parsifal had grasped him, Professor McGonagall waved her staff lightly and chanted the spell.

The surroundings became dark, and he felt as if he was being slightly squeezed from all directions, and he no longer felt uncomfortable.

There was no awkwardness at all like in the original work - "I couldn't breathe at all, and my chest seemed to be tightly constricted by several iron hoops."

It seemed like a long time had passed, or it seemed that only a moment had passed, and the light appeared before Parsifal's eyes again. A huge iron gate stood in front of him. In front of him, along the end of a winding brick road, was a towering castle. Four towers, eight-story structure.

The unparalleled impact shocked Parsifal.

"Parsifal, welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

As if she understood what he was thinking, Professor McGonagall showed a smile, turned to him, and spoke to him.

…………

After greeting the manager of the castle, Argus Fray Filch, Professor McGonagall led Parsifal into the castle.

"This is the Quidditch pitch. Quidditch is a flying sport for wizards. You will have the opportunity to join the academy's team after your second year."

"Going from here is the road to the Forbidden Forest, but young wizards are not allowed to enter. Be sure to remember this after you enroll, and don't deduct points from your academy!"

"This is the castle of Hogwarts. The lake behind the castle is called the Black Lake."

Little by little, the castle in Parsifal's memory became a reality.

Although time was limited, Professor McGonagall simply took him around, but it was enough to make him satisfied with this "pilgrimage".

"Williams, I need to go to the principal's office to talk to Principal Dumbledore about something. You can visit this floor, but be sure not to leave the eighth floor."

After returning to his office and picking up a small gray cloth bag, Mag took Parsifal up to the eighth floor, to an office with two ugly stone lion statues, and gave him instructions.

After Parsifal nodded in confirmation, he leaned forward and spoke the password, then walked into the door at the back.

As for Parsifal?

He has a place he has always longed to go to.

Opposite the tapestry where the troll bludgeons Barnabas, the user concentrates on the desired site and walks across that section of wall three times.

——Responsive to any request. Can't conjure outrageous weapons. Can't change ingredients or house!