Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

The days after replying to the letter passed quickly, and in the evening, the doorbell of Margrave's house rang.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, a tall and elegant lady wearing square gold-rimmed glasses and a dark green robe came to the living room.

This image is definitely our favorite Quidditch cat professor.

"Hello, madam! Welcome." The three members of the Margrave family saluted politely. Even though Alina did not want to believe in the reality of the magical world, she still showed perfect self-control.

"Oh~ it's my pleasure." Professor McGonagall returned the greeting.

After the greetings were completed and the butler served tea and sat down, Professor McGonagall turned her attention to little Alvin who was looking at her with big eyes.

"Oh, what a beautiful child, he must be very outstanding." Since the Ivan family behaved very politely among the Muggle families they visited, Professor McGonagall did not hesitate to praise her.

"Thank you, ma'am." Ivan pretended to be shy.

In fact, I am already going crazy! "Is this Professor Maomao? An older cat girl! Under the cold appearance, there is a fiery heart. It turns out that the real person is like this, so classy! I wonder if she can resist the temptation of catnip after transforming into a cat! "?(? ? ?)

Without using Legilimency, Professor McGonagall didn't know what was going on in Alvin's mind. He just felt that the eyes of this good-looking little boy seemed a little strange~

He seemed... not as well-behaved as she imagined...

"You are a teacher at Hogwarts, right? Although it is very rude, I still want to know if you can prove to me the authenticity of the magic school.

After all, as a mother, I'm not going to ruin my child's life for a school that may not exist, and I hope you understand that. "

Alina did not become aggressive because of suspicion, and still spoke appropriately and politely.

"Of course, madam, with your courtesy, I am very happy to answer your questions. But to be precise, I am a professor at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

Then he took out the wand from his arms and waved it gently at the teapot on the table. The ceramic teapot instantly turned into a vivid white cat in front of the Margrave family.

"Transfiguration! This is Transfiguration, right? I remember Aunt Celine performed it for me!" Just as Alvin was secretly sighing at Professor McGonagall's silent spell, Mr. Bartlett had already exclaimed.

"Yes, this is Transfiguration, and I will be honored to be Mr. Alvin's teacher when school starts.

Oh yes! Your surname is Margrave. Senior Sister Celine Margrave is indeed an outstanding Ravenclaw. I wonder how she is doing recently. "

Professor McGonagall also remembered who Mr. Bartlett was talking about.

"Sorry, I only met Aunt Celine once when I was a child, and I haven't heard from her since."

"Oh, that's such a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it. Many wizards are so rare. I wish her peace." Professor McGonagall said with some regret.

She thought that this Ravenclaw senior had either gone into hiding eleven years ago, or been killed in that incident, or...

"Oh my God, is this true! Then if you make poisonous apples, will you curse the textile machines and turn men into frogs?"

Before Professor McGonagall could think more, Alina, who was petting her cat, interrupted her thoughts in surprise.

This real touch was indeed the cat's, but it was what she saw transformed from a teapot with her own eyes, so it couldn't be fake.

"Oh! Madam Alina, that's just a fairy tale, but it can be done, but only evil dark wizards will do that. Our Hogwarts is a formal magic school!" Professor McGonagall emphasized.

With that said, Professor McGonagall waved her wand again, and the little white cat in Alina's arms turned into a pure white dove, circling around the family of three.

This time Alina really believed in the existence of Hogwarts. After all, who in the West has never had a longing for magic!

As for the family fortune, it doesn't matter at all. Even if Alvin doesn't do anything, he will be ruined day by day. Their family's property is enough to ruin him for two to three hundred years. Besides, with the physical condition of the couple, they will be ruined. Small size is not a problem either.

If the trumpet can also learn magic, then wait until Ivan has more children! Not everyone in the family can do magic! There are always fish that slip through the net, otherwise Bartley should be a mage~

right! Just do it.

For some reason, little Alvin suddenly felt that his mother's loving smile was a little too loving, which caused an indescribable feeling on his back.

"Since there is no problem, I will leave first. I will come back tomorrow to take Mr. Irvine to Diagon Alley to buy items needed for school."

Seeing that the communication was successful, Professor McGonagall was about to get up and leave. Although there were not many young wizards who needed to visit every year, Professor Snape happened to be busy this year, so she had to give up her previous plan of convincing one and immediately taking him to Diagon Alley.

"Professor McGonagall, it's dinner time soon. How about staying for a meal? Let us entertain you and treat you to taste the delicacies from the East." Seeing that Professor McGonagall was about to leave, Bartlett quickly stood up to persuade him to stay and prepared to Do your best to be a landlord.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but I still have a student to visit, so I need to go first. I will solve the meal problem on the way."

Gollum~

Having said that, Professor McGonagall's stomach made an untimely growl, which made Professor Cat and Cat blush. (〃‘▽‘〃)

Wizards also need to eat!ヽ(≧□≦)ノ

"Uncle Chas, go tell the kitchen to make two meat buns as quickly as possible for Professor McGonagall to take away!"

"Okay, Master."

"Professor McGonagall, thank you for your hard work. I guess you haven't even eaten lunch. Wait a moment and you'll be fine." Ivan was very discerning and helped Professor McGonagall resolve the embarrassment a little.

"Thank you, Mr. Irwin, that's really troublesome." Well, Professor McGonagall admitted that she did not have lunch.

The kitchen was very fast, and in less than three minutes, the butler walked in with a food box and a thermos cup.

"Ma'am, this is for you." The butler respectfully handed the food box to Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, thank you very much! Then I'll come back tomorrow and thank you for your hospitality." Professor McGonagall didn't expect to move so quickly and accepted it. After all, she was indeed hungry.

"You're welcome, Professor, your conscientiousness has made me have a better impression of Hogwarts. I believe that my Alvin will receive a good education." Mr. Bartlett responded politely.

After saying goodbye, Professor McGonagall left Margrave's manor and headed to the home of the last little wizard.

"Come on, Mom, we should prepare dinner. We have to go shopping in Diagon Alley tomorrow."

After seeing off Professor McGonagall, the family of three returned to the restaurant to wait for dinner. Soon, the maid brought four dishes and one soup.

Braised pork ribs with oil-braised chicken, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, and an egg and persimmon soup, a pure dish from the Dragon Country!

Because the chefs of Aiwen's family are three specially hired chefs from the Dragon Kingdom. They are not only good at the eight major cuisines, but also the local cuisines from all over the Dragon Kingdom. This is Aiwen's special request.

The reason?~

As we all know! There are three thinnest books in the world! German jokes, American history, and British recipes!

On little Alvin's third birthday, after Mr. Bartlett presented him with a plate of endless gazing at the stars, he managed to cry until he was out of breath.

After he could eat food, his biggest worry every day was facing those damn dark dishes! If people born and raised in England have been used to it since childhood, they may not feel it.

But underneath this skin is a serious Dragon Country man! His taste has been cultivated for a long time, especially since he doesn't seem to have drank Meng Po soup, so he can't accept the cuisine of "Desire to Die".

Later, Mrs. Alina had no choice. It was not a problem for her children not to eat, so they found a chef who they thought was good. In the end, only French cuisine was accepted by Alvin.

There's nothing you can do about it, you can't expect a three-year-old child to tell you that he wants to eat oriental food!

A three-year-old child, no one told him, how could he know? This is a bit too unusual! So Alvin can only endure it and plan to make plans when he grows up.

Perhaps it was the "Nine Heavens East Chef Commander of the Dragon Kingdom who ordered Taiyi Yuanhuang to determine blessings and play the Good God!" (commonly known as the Kitchen God) who favored him, an oriental soul who couldn't eat well.

When Mrs. Alina auditioned for him to be a chef, a man from the Dragon Kingdom who inherited the royal chef's heritage came here to apply. It is said that his family came here with a prince during the Republic of China and settled down ever since.

This made Alvin so happy that he immediately drank three bowls in a row to show his respect for the food.

Although the Bartletts felt resentful that their son did not like the food they had grown up with, they were not too entangled because they also fell in love with the delicacies made by this royal chef from the East.

To this end, Mr. Bartlett also specially opened up the Lower Oriental Market, specially invited two chefs, and various books on Oriental culture.

Because he found that his son seemed to be more interested in Eastern culture than their British culture! Especially when I took him to visit the museum, the little man's eyes were full of joy.

But he just didn’t know why. When the museum tour guide proudly explained the origins of those exquisite cultural relics to them, he always felt as if this little guy was going to stab the tour guide. Maybe it was his illusion...