Chapter 10: Arrival of the Professor
After the owl left my house, I became anxious. I didn't know how to tell my parents that magic truly exists—that there's an entire society of witches and wizards living among us, hidden in plain sight.
I decided to let the professor introduce them to the magical world first. It would be easier if she took the lead, and I could explain things further afterward.
In my previous life, I didn't have parents. But now, in this life, I do—and I don't want to lose them. That thought alone weighed heavily on my heart.
Some time later, the owl returned with a response letter. The reply read:
Dear Mr. Willson,
I understand your concern. To help resolve this situation, I will come personally and explain everything to your family.
Therefore, I shall visit your home tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. I hope you and your family will be present.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Upon reading the letter, I sighed in relief. I could finally relax—at least for a moment—as I waited for the next day to arrive.
The Next Morning
While we were all having breakfast, I suddenly spoke up. "There's something important I need to tell you both after breakfast," I said.
My parents looked at me curiously. "What is it about?" they asked.
"It's related to my future education," I replied, trying to sound calm. "Someone will be coming to our house soon to explain everything."
At exactly 8:30 a.m., the doorbell rang. I looked at them and said, "She's here."
Hearing my words, my mother got up to answer the door. Standing outside was a middle-aged woman dressed in long black robes. On her head was a tall, pointed hat.
As she stepped inside, I could sense the magic radiating from her presence. Her magical aura carried a subtle feline quality, which I instinctively recognized.
That must be from her Animagus form, I thought to myself.
She introduced herself formally: "Good morning. I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
My parents exchanged confused and suspicious glances.
I quickly stepped in to reassure them. "It's okay. She's the one I was talking about. Please, let her in."
After everyone was seated in the living room, Professor McGonagall continued, "As I mentioned, I'm a professor at Hogwarts—a school where young witches and wizards are taught how to control ,use and understand magic."
My father raised an eyebrow, speaking in a skeptical tone. "Magic? You mean, real magic? This sounds like some sort of scam."
Before he could say more, I interrupted. "Dad, please… Let her explain first."
Professor McGonagall turned to me and gave me a gentle look. "I assume you must be Mr. Ashton A. D. Willson?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Thank you for your words, Mr. Willson. You may simply call me Professor. Now, please listen carefully to what I have to say."
She paused before continuing, her voice calm but firm. "Magic is real. There is a hidden society of magical people—witches and wizards—who live among Muggles, or non-magical folk."
She raised her wand and tapped the cushion on the couch. I saw a stream of magical energy flow from her wand and into the cushion. The fabric trembled, glowing softly, and then began to reshape itself. Moments later, it transformed into a beautiful, vividly colored bird that fluttered around the room.
I could still see traces of that same magical energy glowing faintly within the bird's form, gradually dissipating as time passed.
My parents were stunned. Their mouths were slightly open, but they couldn't form any words.
"So... you're saying our Ashton is one of you?" my mother finally managed to ask.
"Yes, Mrs. Willson," the professor confirmed. "Now that he is nearly eleven years old, he is eligible to attend Hogwarts."
"But he hasn't turned eleven yet," my father interjected. "His birthday is at the end of this month."
"That is quite alright," Professor McGonagall replied. "Each year, at Hogwarts, a special magical quill records the names of young children who have shown signs of accidental magic. As long as they turn eleven before September 1st, they receive their letter of acceptance."
"But... Ashton hasn't done anything magical around us before," my mother said, her eyes now focused entirely on me.
Both of them looked at me, waiting for an explanation.
Feeling a bit guilty, I cleared my throat and said softly, "Well… I actually can do things like that."
With a small gesture of my hand, I summoned a floating cup of tea. It gently hovered through the air and landed gracefully in front of Professor McGonagall.
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise and astonishment.
Professor McGonagall leaned forward in amazement. "How did you do that?" she asked.
"I realized a while ago that I had some… unusual abilities," I explained carefully. "So, I started trying to control them through practice."
Of course, that wasn't the whole truth. I couldn't exactly tell them that I had been reborn through the fusion of Merlin's blood and soul essence, giving me powers I still didn't fully understand.
Hearing my explanation, Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought.
Then my mother, her face a mix of concern and anger, asked, "Ashton, when did this start? Why didn't you tell us?"
"I was just afraid," I admitted, lowering my head. "Afraid you'd be scared of me… or worse, hate me."
"Oh, honey," my mother said, tears welling in her eyes. "How could you ever think that?"
"Yes, son," my father added. "Your mother and I love you unconditionally. Nothing will ever change that."
Hearing their words, a warm smile formed on my face. I nodded gratefully. I had been so nervous about revealing my secret, but now I finally felt safe.
After a moment of silence, my father turned to Professor McGonagall. "If what you're saying is true… then how come we—and others—have never heard about this magical world?"
With a thoughtful expression, she explained, "Throughout history, especially during the Middle Ages, wizards were hunted by Muggles out of fear and misunderstanding. To protect ourselves, we chose to remain hidden. There's a law of secrecy enforced by the Ministry of Magic, and we have formal agreements with Muggle governments and even royalty to ensure our world remains concealed."
She paused and then added, "Now that you understand, I would like to take Mr. Willson to Diagon Alley to purchase the necessary items listed in his school letter."
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