Herb called his father, who became emotional after listening and said he would visit his grandson soon.
Daisy was still angry, and it was only after Albert's soothing that she didn't argue with her husband. The Witch lawyer couldn't understand why her usually intelligent husband had suddenly become so foolish, falling for such a silly joke and even planning to gamble with their precious son's future.
Actually, everyone found it quite interesting; magic, after all, only existed in legends.
Nia even pestered Albert to perform magic for her.
"I can't," Albert said, spreading his hands helplessly.
In fact, Albert certainly knew some spells, such as the simplest Lumos Charm.
But without the help of a wand, he probably couldn't use it, so Albert didn't try.
At least, he wouldn't try it in front of others; otherwise, how would he explain?
"Nia, there's no such thing as magic in this world; those are all just tricks," Daisy said seriously. She didn't want her daughter's head filled with those strange ideas.
"Albert, the letter says you can bring a pet to school. Are you going to take Tom with you to school?" Niadidn't care about her mother's words, picking up the short-haired cat and sitting next to Albert.
"Until magic is confirmed to exist, I won't consider this question," Albert said solemnly.
Of course, this was actually to appease his mother, Daisy. She looked like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
An Owl flew into the living room through the window and dropped a parchment on the table.
The parchment read:
I will visit before 3:20 PM — Professor McGonagall.
"3:20 PM?" Albert took the parchment, glanced at the clock, and murmured, "One minute left."
"Good, I'll definitely expose those scammers' tricks."
At 3:20 PM, the doorbell rang.
The Anderson Family exchanged glances, and finally, Herb Anderson, the head of the family, went to open the door, with Nia following behind him.
Opening the door, Herb found an elderly Witch standing outside their house.
"Professor McGonagall?" Herb looked at the Witch in front of him suspiciously and said dryly, "Oh, alright, please come in. Albert is in the Great Hall, if you can prove the existence of magic."
"You can do magic?" Nia poked her head out and asked.
"That's why I'm here!" Professor McGonagall was good at dealing with such matters; she had experienced many similar situations. "Some families from Mugglebackgrounds often have similar questions."
"Muggle?" Anderson's expression stiffened, repeating what he had just heard.
The other party called him a Muggle?
"Muggles are ordinary people who can't do magic." After McGonagall entered the living room, her gaze fell on the only boy in the room.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson."
"Hello, Ms. McGonagall." Albert scrutinized the Witch in front of him. Professor McGonagall's appearance seemed different from the movies. To be honest, after more than a decade, his memories in this regard were already blurry.
"We hope you can prove... the existence of magic." Daisyserved Professor McGonagall a cup of unsweetened black tea.
"Of course, watch!" McGonagall drew her wand and tapped it lightly on the teacup, and the teacup actually turned into a small mouse.
This was the first time Albert had seen magic. He curiously picked up the small gray mouse: "It's amazing."
"Is this magic? I'll never let Albert waste his time learning such boring tricks. Are you expecting him to become a magician later?" Daisy, with the Aura of a lawyer, sharply pointed out, "With all due respect, I'm concerned about Albert's future. A diploma from a magic school should be no different from waste paper in the Muggle world. That is, if you actually issue diplomas."
"Every qualified Hogwarts graduate can find a decent job in the Wizarding World; you don't need to worry about that," Professor McGonagall explained.
After witnessing magic, Daisy knew she couldn't deny its existence, but she still decided to make one last effort: "Albert, I think Eton College is a better choice. That's a spot you earned through your own hard work. If you want to go into finance, it's best not to go to Hogwarts; your talent definitely won't be utilized there."
Herb looked at his wife and sighed helplessly in his heart. He knew Daisy really didn't want Albert to go to Hogwarts.
"Son, make your own choice. We respect your decision."
"With all due respect," McGonagall cleared her throat and explained, "Hogwarts can teach underage Wizards how to control and use magic. Moreover, if magic goes out of control, it can cause some unpleasant things."
"Well, it seems I have no choice!" Albert couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. In fact, he had already made his choice.
"But, Albert..." Daisy still wanted to say something, but Nia interrupted her.
"Madam, can I go to Hogwarts too?"
"Only children who are eleven years old and have received an invitation letter from Hogwarts can study there," McGonagall politely refused.
"Nia, you're not eleven yet." Albert stroked his sister's head and looked at Professor McGonagall, asking, "Where should I buy things? And that train ticket? Where do I take the train?"
This counts as agreement?
Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and told Albert the general route to the Leaky Cauldron, "You'll definitely see it, even though the Muggles around you can't... Muggles refer to ordinary people who don't understand magic. Oh, and the pub owner is named Tom. As for how to get to Diagon Alley, you can ask Tom; he'll be happy to guide you."
"As for Platform 9 and 3/4, it's located in the wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10 at King's Cross Station. Just walk through it."
"Taking a train to a Wizard school is ridiculous. Have all your magic carpets broken down?" Daisy's sharp sarcasm cut through the air.
"Daisy." Herb coughed lightly and handed the notes to Professor McGonagall to avoid missing any key information.
"Well then, we'll see you at Hogwarts on September 1st, Mr. Anderson." Professor McGonagall was preparing to leave.
"Professor, can you change it back?" Albert pointed to the mouse that had been a teacup.
"Oh, of course!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the mouse turned back into a teacup.
After Albert saw her out, Professor McGonagallApparated directly and disappeared.
"She disappeared?" Herb stared incredulously at where Professor McGonagall had just been standing.
"Dad, are we going to London tomorrow?" Albert asked.
"Oh, oh, we'll go to London to buy things tomorrow," Herb said blankly.
"I want to go too," Nia said, clinging to her father's hand.
"Next time," Albert shook his head. "I'll go familiarize myself with the place first. Next time, I'll take you and Mom, and I'll buy you a gift when I come back."
"Hmph, Albert is so annoying." Nia left, pouting.
Albert helplessly spread his hands at Herb and turned to enter the living room. There were still a big one and a small one in the house that needed appeasing.