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Minerva McGonagall stopped as she gazed up at the homely little estate she’d found herself at. It was a simple two story home; obviously well cared for yet overgrown by vines in some places. It was surrounded by a low stone wall on all sides and bordered a forest on the back side. She could see a wonderfully tended garden and a rather large greenhouse attached as well. Her trepidation rose as she thought of what kind of muggles lived in such a place, secluded away in this rural area west of London, the only village nearby deeply steeped in the Church. Not that she was worried at the thought of overzealous muggles, but the thought of trudging her way through another explanation to the parents of a muggleborn wizard that ‘No, your son is not possessed by the devil. Yes, magic is real and no it is not inherently evil.’ was not an appealing one. She looked down at the letter in her hand one last time.
Jonathan Ainsworth
Upstairs Bedroom
Ainsworth Estate
Cotswolds
“Point me Jonathan Ainsworth.” She intoned, and her wand snapped towards the house like a compass seeking north.
‘Well, nothing for it but to do it.’ She thought, thinking of the wonder that little Ainsworth’s face would surely show once he learned the truth of what he was.
That was what made it worth coming out to introduce the muggleborn witches and wizards worth it in her opinion. Sometimes the parents were scared, sometimes angry; but the children were almost always mesmerized when she showed what they could learn.
She approached the small gate that would let her through the threshold of the waist high stone wall that ran the circumference of the property and paused as she laid a hand on the gate when she felt something that most certainly should not have been there.
A ward, and a distinctly powerful one at that.
She felt it the moment she touched the gate. At the smallest intrusion onto the property she felt something brush against her magic. It was a questing thing, tendrils of its magic brushing over her like the touch of feathers against her skin and her mind, feeling out and questioning her intentions.
She drew her hand back in surprise. How could there be a ward?
She took a moment to center her thoughts and placed a hand on the gate again, her peaceful intentions at the forefront of her mind. She felt the feather-like touch of the wards again as they brushed against her and they seemed pleased. The gate’s latch unlocked of its own accord and she felt the wards beckon her towards the house proper, almost invitingly. It was as if some unseen force had judged her and had been pleased and now had a hand on her shoulder and led her towards the home. She’d never experienced something like this before. The ward was like a thing alive.
Ainsworth was not a magical family name, so what was this doing here?
She let the ward guide her towards the door and gave it a polite knock.
“Coming!” A young woman’s voice called from inside.
After a moment the door opened and Minerva found herself looking at a ghost.
The girl looked shockingly like Lily Potter. She was of a height with Minerva herself, a head of vibrant red hair framed a pixie face. The girl’s near luminous green eyes looked at Minerva questioningly. She wore a simple yellow cardigan over a drab olive button up shirt tucked into a pair of trousers. The only visible jewelry was a vibrant blue bolo tie around her neck.
“Yes?” She asked politely. “May I help you?”
Minerva had to take a brief moment to collect herself and banish the thoughts of Lily Potter from her mind.
“Yes.” She began. “My name is Minerva McGonagall and I have something important to discuss with you; may I come in?”
She felt the wards dance around her again, testing her.
“Of course.” The woman said after a moment and moved aside. “Please, come in, and be welcome in our home.”
At the girl's words she felt the wards shift, they ceased their questioning probing and instead enveloped her in a comforting and accepting warmth. It felt as if she’d sat in front of a warm hearth and wrapped herself in a soft blanket, a warm glass of her favorite tea at her side. She felt eagerly drawn into the home, as if she belonged inside.
“My name is Chise.” The Lily lookalike said as Minerva passed the threshold. “Chise Ainsworth, a pleasure.”
“Thank you for seeing me without notice.” Minerva said.
“Of course, it's no trouble at all.” ‘Chise’ said. “You said it was important?”
“Very.” Minerva began. “It concerns your son, Jonathan.”
"Is he in trouble?” Chise asked, perplexed. “Did he do something?"
"Oh heavens, no." Minerva quickly said, placating. "He's actually come into a great opportunity."
"Oh?" The girl said, interested. "Well then, I assume this will be a long conversation? Let's go and have a seat. Silky can get you something to drink and I’ll fetch him."
"I'd like to speak with you alone first, if possible?" Minerva said. "Is his father available as well?"
"If I can pull him away from his books." Chise said, though not unfondly, and gestured her further inside. "Please, this way."
As she followed Chise inside she discreetly reached out with her magic, feeling the space around her.
It was suffused with magic, soaked in it. She stopped in the entrance not but a few steps passed the threshold and marveled at it. It ebbed and flowed around her like water, natural and raw.
Ancient.
'Muggles indeed.' She thought sarcastically, and moved to follow.
Chise stopped at the entrance to a comely sitting room. A table in the center separated a couch on one side and a pair of comfortable looking loveseats on the other. Pictures of nature scenes hung on the walls not already dominated by overfull bookcases. One wall was taken up by a large window and door that led out to the garden.
"Please." Chise said, sweeping a hand towards the room. "Make yourself at home. I'll go and fetch my husband."
She once again got the sense of being welcomed into this family's home, of being offered a place at their table and into their lives. It was as if all was right with the world, like she’d been caught in a moment of true grace.
"Thank you." Minerva said. "You're very kind."
Chise smiled brightly and gave a little bow.
"How nice of you to say Ms. McGonagall." She said, "I'll just be a moment, excuse me."
She gave another smile and made her way past the entry to the sitting room and through a door.
Minerva did as she was bid and chose one of the two loveseats and sank into the comfortable cushions with a barely audible sigh of delight. As she relaxed she once again found herself wondering at the magic around her. She could nearly taste it in the air, it reminded her of her trips to the homes of a few of her 'pureblooded' acquaintances. The ones whose homes had been in the family for generations and had steeped in their magic.
'Either this child is the second coming of Merlin.' Minerva thought with a private laugh at the idea. 'Or his parents are wizards, not muggles.'
She was brought from her musings when a tray was lightly deposited on the table just in front of her. On it was a collection of tea cups and a little pile of sweets. She looked up at the one who'd placed it and found herself looking at someone new.
She was dressed in a beautifully wrought pink victorian style dress, complete with a matching shawl and bonnet with yellow flowers on either side of her head. Her hair was a beautiful and looked like spun gold. Her skin was unblemished and as beautiful as the dress she wore. The most striking feature though, were her eye's. Bright, like Chise's, almost as if lit from the inside. But, whereas her's had been an striking green, this woman's eyes were a near fluorescent purple and alight with a mix of motherly love and mischievous glint of a child.
The woman gave her a small, but kind, smile and plucked a teacup from the tray she'd placed on the table and held it out to Minerva. The cup was a simple thing that looked like it’d be just at home at any small coffee shop in London, but the smell of its contents was wonderful. She graciously accepted the offered cup.
"Thank you very much." She told the woman, who simply smiled and gave a little curtsy and moved away; disappearing around the threshold of a passage to another room.
Minerva stared at the spot she'd just occupied and wondered how she'd missed the woman’s entrance.
Surely she wasn't that obvious, right?
She took a sip of the tea and gave a hum of approval.
Earl grey, with a touch of honey. Her favorite, just how she liked it.
She took another sip.
Then she stopped and considered the cup.
Earl grey with honey. Her favorite. Just how she liked it. No, not 'just' how she liked it, exactly how she liked it; as if she'd made it herself. Better, in fact, the best she could remember having in a long time.
She took another sip and, despite herself, thought, 'Simply wonderful.'
Then she felt the wards around her shiver as if pleased with the declaration.
She blanched and raised her occlumency shields around her mind, placing the cup back on the tray as she did so. Only now noticing that the little cinnamon crumb covered coffee cakes that steamed like they'd just been taken out of the oven were also a favorite of hers.
"Ah, tea! Wonderful." She most certainly did not nearly jump from her seat when a man's jovial voice called from the way she'd come in.
She whipped her head around and found a rather tall, blonde haired man standing in the entrance to the room. He was smartly dressed, a nicely made suit and bolo tie that spoke of his wealth but not ostentatiously flaunting it. He had a plain face and a smile that reminded her of that blowhard Gilderoy Lockheart.
"I see Silky has made herself known." He said warmly, gesturing at the tray.
"Silky?" Minerva asked, temporarily at a loss and forgetting that Chise had mentioned that name a few moments ago.
"Our housekeeper." He said, gliding towards the couch and taking a seat, taking one of the cups along with a cake that he placed on a napkin as he did.
"Though we all consider her family." He said before taking a sip. "She's lived here even longer than me, believe it or not."
He gestured at the cup she'd placed back on the tray.
"How’d she do? It's been terribly long since we last had a guest, I hope everything is to your liking." He said.
"Yes." She said, guardedly. "It's wonderful."
The man smiled broadly, "Good. She always seems to know just what we need, but I'm glad she isn't getting rusty; it really has been ages since we've had a proper guest."
Despite the newly raised shields on her mind, she still felt the home's wards shivering in what felt like indignation at the man's words.
A soft huff pulled her attention away from the man as the woman, Silky, moved back into the room; with Chise following just behind. Silky placed herself next to the couch on Chise's side and seemed to glower at the man despite her expression not changing in the least. The man gave her a sheepish smile and took a bite of his cake. Silky looked unimpressed and drifted from the room a moment later.
Chise looked between the retreating housekeeper and her husband, a bewildered expression on her face before offering a shrug and turning her attention to Minerva.
"Elias, this is Minerva McGonagall." She gestured politely between the pair. "Ms. McGonagall, my husband, Elias Ainsworth."
He stood and offered a hand. which she took briefly.
"A pleasure." He said and sat, crossing one leg over another and raising a hand to cup his chin. "Now, you told my little robin that you had something to discuss concerning our son? A 'great opportunity' was it?"
Chise blushed at the nickname and tried to hide it behind her own cup of tea.
"Yes." Minerva said, wondering what their reactions would be. "Though first, I must ask. Are either of you familiar with magic?"
The pair clearly hadn’t expected the question. They looked owlishly at her for a moment before sharing a glance, clearly confused. Her husband simply reached into a pocket and drew out a wand and gave it a twirl. A small orb of light appeared at the tip and fell to the table before vanishing.
"Quite familiar." He said, his tone jovial as ever. Chise hid a laugh behind her hand.
Minerva was somewhat impressed by the man's silent spell.
"Wonderful. That should make things much easier." She began. "As Ms. Chise said, my name is Minerva McGonagall and I am a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to which your son Jonathan has been offered a place in our upcoming year."
She waited for them to speak, Chise looked particularly proud of their son and her husband simply leaned closer in interest.
"I do apologize." Elias began. "But I've never heard of such an institution."
Minerva pushed aside the small bit of indignation at the thought of a wizard, however much of a recluse, never hearing of Hogwarts.
"It is the most prestigious center of the magical arts in the world." She said pridefully.
Elias leaned back and raised a hand, "I apologize if our ignorance has caused offense. I can see that this is indeed quite the opportunity for Jonathan, indeed for all of us. But, as you can see, we are not a particularly... worldly family. Please, treat us as if we know nothing."
Minerva nodded.
"That is actually why I am here." She said, and produced Jonathan's letter and handed it to Elias. "There is an enchanted quill at Hogwarts that writes the name of any magically gifted child who is eligible for enrollment at Hogwarts the moment they show any magical ability. Naturally some children are born to parents who are not magically gifted themselves who we call 'muggles', as they are unfamiliar with our world a member of Hogwarts staff is selected to introduce both the child and parents to our way of life and prepare them for Hogwarts. I would demonstrate my magical ability and attempt to placate any potential misgivings anyone may have. I would also explain our laws and some of our customs, then I would chaperone a trip to collect various school supplies. I came here under the impression that you were such muggles, as 'Ainsworth' appears nowhere in our family histories. Normally when a child of a magical family is selected for Hogwarts, we simply send a owl. Obviously, you at least know of magic, if not our wider world. Which, while I mean no offense, is quite peculiar."
"As I said, we are a touch reclusive." Elias said. "Better keep on with your original plan then, Ms. McGonagall, treat us as you would a 'muggle' family."
"Very well." She said, straightening her back as she did so.
"But, I must say that entering one's mind without their consent is a very serious crime no matter the intention ." She said flatly, gesturing at the tea and sweets to indicate what she meant. "Ignorance of the law is not an excuse to break it."
"Oh, that?" Chise asked, pointing at the tray. "Don't worry about Silky. It's just in her nature."
McGonagall raised a brow.
"'In her nature.'?" She quoted.
"Silky isn't human." Elias said, in a way of explanation. "She's a Fae. A spirit, a Brownie, specifically. She's tied to this home, cares for it and those who dwell within. She didn't enter the sanctity of your mind, your thoughts are still our own, it is simply the nature of what she is allows her to do what she does. She simply wished to make you feel welcome."
"I've never heard of such a creature." Minerva said.
"Just as I have never heard of Hogwarts." Elias said, his ever present smile brightening. "It would seem we have much to learn from each other."
The topic of the conversation glided back into the room as if summoned and curtsied to McGonagall once more. Then she spoke in a soft voice that was almost too low to hear, flowing through the room like a soft breeze.
"It is simply my duty to nurture the light that shines within my home. I apologize if I've offended you Minerva McGonagall." She said, a soft smile on her lips.
The wards ebbed once again and brushed against her own magic like a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"You control the wards of this home as well?" Minerva asked.
Silky simply nodded slightly.
"I apologize." McGonagall said. "I should not have made such baseless accusations."
The ‘housekeeper’ simply smiled and turned away, gliding from the room with hardly a sound. She lowered the guards on her mind as Silky left and she felt the wards tickle across her magic like fingers on a harp.
“She forgives you.” Chise offered simply.
“So.” Elias began conversationally. “What can my son learn at Hogwarts that he cannot learn here at home Ms. McGonagall? Myself and my wife being accomplished mages in our own rights.”
“As I said earlier, and this is my heartfelt belief, not pomposity; that you would not be able to find a better institute of learning the magical arts. You may indeed know a great many things and I have no doubt that your son would be just as an accomplished wizard as yourselves, but Hogwarts can help him become so much more.” Minerva said. "I'm quite sure your son has the opportunity rise to great heights within our halls."
Elias looked towards his wife, a question in his eyes.
“It should be his decision.” She said simply.
“Indeed.” He said after a moment.
“Would you like to meet Jonathan now?” Chise asked Minerva.
“Please.” She smiled back.
“I’ll go and get him then.” Chise said and stepped into the garden through the door behind Minerva.
“I'll wager.” Elias began after a moment, steepling his fingers. “That Hogwarts is not a free institution?”
“No.” Minerva began, thinking about how to broach the topic of tuition. The Ainsworth’s certainly did appear to be comfortably well off, if their home and attire were any indication at least.
“While the Ministry of Magic, the governing body of our magical world, does cover a large portion of the tuition costs; students still must purchase their own supplies, textbooks, wand and uniforms.” She said, opting for the direct approach.
“Can one use ‘muggle’ funds to pay for these things?” He asked, sounding amused at the term ‘muggle’.
“You can convert mundane funds to what we use in the day to day magical world for a nominal fee. Our bank, Gringotts, provides this service; among many others.” Minerva said.
“Do they take checks, or do they need bank notes?” He asked. “Or do they require some other kind of payment in exchange, such as gold or silver?”
“I believe they accept any form of muggle payment.” She answered. “If I may be so bold, I’d suggest at least opening an account on the behalf of your son; for simplicity's sake of course.”
“A wonderful idea.” He said. ”Baring, of course, he goes to Hogwarts.”
“Now, I’d loath to give up our way of life here.” He continued with an expansive gesture at the house around them. “If my son does go, will there be some kind of governmental restrictions placed on us at home?”
“Oh no.“Minerva said. “If you've hadn’t already had the Aurors banging down your door then your son going to Hogwarts wont make them start now.”
“Aurors?” He asked.
“Think like muggle police.” She said. "They enforce things like the statute of secrecy, a law that helps conceal the magical world from the muggle world. So as long as you refrain from using magic where muggles can see it, you should be fine to continue on as you have."
“Ahh.” He breathed, obviously relieved. “Well then, I have no objections to him attending.”
“Wonderful.” She said.
“Attending what?” A new voice asked.
Standing in the door to the garden, next to Chise, was presumably Jonathan.
He was a simple looking boy of eleven, easy to lose amongst a crowd. His hair was the same vibrant red as his mother's and flowed down to just pass his ears. His eyes were a deep hazel like his father’s. He wore a simple button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was stained with dirt. His shirt was tucked into a pair of slacks held up by suspenders. The boy glanced between his parents before fixing her with a curious glint in his eyes.
Minerva glanced at Elias and Chise, gauging if they wished to explain or if they wanted her to make the offer. A small nod from Elias told her to go ahead.
She turned to focus on the boy.
“Hello.” She said, smiling at the boy. “My name is Minerva McGonagall.”
“Jonathan Ainsworth.” He said with a small bow of the head. “A pleasure to meet you Ma’am.”
‘Thank Merlin for respectful children.’ She thought.
“As it is for me.” She said. “I am a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to which you’ve been extended an offer of admittance to come stay at the start of our next term. Given your aptitude for the arcane arts, you’ve been offered a chance to come and learn from the best of the best and reach your full potential as a wizard.”
The boy’s soft eyes lingered on her for a moment before he shifted to his mother.
“It’s your choice.” She said, smiling at him.
“Think hard on it Jonathan.” His father called. “Go wash up, we’ll discuss it more after lunch.”
“Yes father.” He said, then to Minerva. “Excuse me.”
He waited for her to nod, then walked deeper into the house. The sound of running water making itself known a moment later.
“What a wonderful child.” She said. “You must be very proud.”
“Extremely.” Elias said, Chise nodding in agreement before leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek.
“I’m going to help with lunch.” She said, and left through the door Silky had gone through a moment ago.
They sat in companionable silence until Jonathan returned, freshly washed and changed into a cleaner version of what he’d been wearing. He sat in the unoccupied loveseat to her left, focused on her once more.
“What do you teach, Ms. McGonagall?” He asked, interest clear in his voice.
“Transfiguration.” She said.” Would you like a demonstration?”
“Please.” He said, scooting to the edge of his seat.
She pulled her own wand from her robes and glanced at his father, “May I?”
He gestured at her in a ‘go ahead’ fashion and she pointed her wand at his empty cup. The boy let out a gasp as it changed into a bird and hopped around the table.
He reached out to the bird and it fluttered up from the table to land on his finger and called to him with birdsong.
“That was amazing, Ms. McGonagall!” He said, petting the bird softly before it fluttered back to the table and she changed it back into a cup.
“You’ll be able to learn that and much more at Hogwarts, Jonathan.” She said warmly. “If you want to come.”
The impromptu demonstration ended when Silky and Chise came back with a pair of trays laden with food and drink.
It smelled heavenly.
“Lunch's here.” Chise declared.
“Oh no.” Minerva started and began to stand. ”I couldn’t possibly impose. I’ll just come back-.”
She felt the house wards stir and felt them urge her back into her seat. As if the wards were telling her to stay. She glanced at the housekeeper and found herself on the receiving end of what her students had named the 'McGonagall glare', the housekeeper seemed to be daring her to try and ignore the offered meal and promising reproach if she did.
“Oh no I insist.” Chise said as she laid the trays out on the table. “You’re the guest of honour after all.”
She took one look at the food and sat back down, it looked as good as it smelled, even if she didn’t particularly love roast beef.
Her qualms were squashed as Silky pushed a different plate toward her and her appetite peaked.
It was a salmon steak with cracked black pepper and lemon, with a side of greens coated in butter. Cooked to perfection.
Again, just like the tea, exactly how she liked it.
She looked up at the housekeeper and offered a grateful, “Thank you.”
Silky simply smiled and offered a set of utensils wrapped in a handkerchief to her. She unwrapped the bundle and nearly dropped them as she saw the inside face of the fabric was decorated with cats.
Tabby cats.
She looked back up at the housekeeper in barely hidden shock and swore she saw Silky attempt to hide a mischievous smile as she turned and helped the others prepare plates for themselves. She gave a quick look around at the assembled party and decided that no one had noticed her reaction.
‘Give the cat a fish.’ She thought. ‘Very funny, the Weasley twins would love you.’
The wards shivered around her, laughing.
She then took notice of the fifth plate at the table and raised a brow when the housekeeper left.
“Is she not having lunch with us?” She asked, pointing to the lone plate.
“Oh that’s for Ruth, Silky doesn’t really eat.” Chise said.
“Ruth?” She asked.
“Here Ruth!” Jonathan called. “Come boy!”
A moment later a dog, a rather large and shaggy one at that, came trudging into the room. Its long tattered black fur and bright red eyes gave it an otherworldly appearance. It came right up to the table and sat in its haunches as Chise made it a plate giving it a large cut of the roast.
“You feed a dog from the table?” She asked, unable to help herself.
She promptly dropped her fork to the floor when the dog’s attention snapped to her like it’d scented prey and the dog’s form shifted to that of a man. Still sitting cross legged on the floor, the man was clad in a grey top with a black jacket, dark trousers and black shoes. His hair was a tangled black mess and his red eye’s glowered at her through his fringe of dark hair. He looked painfully like a young Sirius Black, before his fall to the dark and his betrayal of the Potters.
“That’s rich coming from you.” The newly revealed man spat, his voice rough. “Cat.”
She stiffened in her seat.
“Please Ruth.” Chise said in chastisement. “Be nice, Ms. McGonagall is our guest.”
“She wants to take the pup away.” He said, his red eyes glaring at her. “I don’t like her.”
Chise sighed in exacerbation and turned to Minerva, “Don’t mind Ruth, He’s just overprotective.”
“He’s an animagus?” She asked, perplexed.
“A what?” Jonathan asked.
“A person who can change into an animal.” Minerva said. “A rare skill.”
“He’s a Fae, like Silky.” Elias said. “A church grim.”
She nearly choked at the mention of a grim.
“You...” She said, staring wide eyed at the grim before her as it tore into its meal. “You let a grim into your home?”
“He’s my familiar.” Chise said happily, as if that explained it, as if there was nothing wrong with it.
“You don’t approve?” Elias asked, picking at his food and leveling a questioning look at her.
“Grim’s are omens of death.” She said. “Known in the wizarding world as an evil and dark creature.”
“I’m right here.” The grim growled at her in between bites, seemingly offended.
“Ruth’s not evil, He’s my best friend.” Jonathan said defensively. “Besides, he’s a church grim, not just a grim. His kind haunt churches and chase away graverobbers. That’s all.”
She used a flick of her wand to retrieve her fork and eyed the grim across from her.
“Indeed.” She said, and tried her best to continue her meal. “Well then. Again, I apologize for leaping to a conclusion.”
The grim, ‘church grim’ that is, simply growled at her and continued to eat. They sat and ate in silence, Silky occasionally coming to take away plates or offer refreshments.
“I must say, you’ve got quite the collection of odd companions.” She said as the last of the plates were carried away and the grim, 'church' grim she reminded herself, shifted back to its dog form and trudged back outside.
“I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.” Chise said.
Silky returned with a fresh round of drinks and once again gave her a knowing smile as she offered a glass of warm milk to Minerva.
“Jonathan.” She began, accepting the offered glass with a nod of thanks to the housekeeper. “Could you possibly demonstrate your magical ability? Make a light perhaps? I’ve seen your father cast it, do you know how?”
The boy looked towards his father, who nodded and handed him his own wand.
“Go ahead.” He said.
The boy stared at the proffered wand for a time then closed his eyes, bowed his head; and softly spoke.
“Light of the moon.
Come down to me.
Light of the stars.
Come down to me.
And light my way.”
She felt the ambient energy around her swirl and coalesce around the boy then flow into him and then into the wand and suddenly a brilliant ball of magelight formed on the tip of the wand.
The boy grinned triumphantly at his parents.
His mother clapped happily, his father simply smiled approvingly.
Minerva sat and stared, stunned at the display.
Eventually, long after a normal lumos spell should have faded away, the magelight died.
“I’ve never seen an incantation like that before.” She said eventually.
“How do you do it?” Jonathan asked.
“Like so.” She produced her wand and twirled it in the air and in a clear voice said, “Lumos.”
The end of her own wand came alight with magelight, she let the spell linger for a moment before she ended it.
She took notice of the queer looks she got from his parents, but Jonathan scooted closer to her; seemingly amazed.
“Woah.” He breathed.
“Your magic.” Elias said, for the first time his voice had lost its jovial air and instead adopted a more serious tone. “Is more... forceful than ours.”
“Is that bad?” Jonathan asked.
“No.” Chise said. “It’s just different.”
“Then you don’t mind if I learn it?” He asked.
“Of course not.” She said. “It's your choice Jonathan. We’ll love you no matter what you decide.”
The boy was silent for a long time, obviously deep in thought, then he nodded to himself and looked at McGonagall.
“I want to learn your way of doing magic.” He said. “I want to go to Hogwarts.”
Minerva smiled down at the boy.