My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 2.002. Why doesn't your cat eat dried fish?

Not far from Lynn's house, there was a narrow alley. On his first day there, when he went out to take out the trash, he discovered that a group of stray cats had gathered there.

Mostly to keep himself occupied, and partly out of pity for them, Lynn would feed them small treats every few days, and he would keep doing so even if Hermione didn't say anything.

Lynn took out the dried fish from the packaging bag, tore it into strips, and scattered them in front of the stray cats to prevent them from fighting over it.

The big cats and little cats were all eating happily. After watching for a while, Lynn got hungry and took out a dried fish from the bag to try it.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt that something was watching him from a shadowy corner.

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, the night sky was starless, and the moonlight was dim.

The towering walls of the alley blocked the light from the streetlights outside, making Lynn feel a little uneasy.

Then, mustering his courage, he walked into the shadows, carrying the dried fish he hadn't yet eaten.

The creature spying on him in the shadows was also a cat.

It was a beautiful tabby cat.

It didn't look like a stray cat at all; its fur was clean and neat, and there were patterns around its eyes that looked like glasses. It stood upright on all fours, and although it was a cat, it gave people a sense of majesty.

The tabby cat looked up at Lynn and nodded slightly in a human-like manner, as if it was about to do something big.

But the next moment, its body froze.

"Why don't you go eat some dried fish? Are you afraid of those stray cats? That won't do. A cat should act like a cat."

Lynn stroked the tabby cat's head and mischievously pinched its ears.

The tabby cat seemed to have never expected this to happen; she was completely stunned.

Lynn felt that the cat was a bit silly, so he waved some dried fish in front of it.

"Would you like some dried anchovies?"

"Dried fish, delicious dried fish."

Tabby cat: ...

"Mimi, why won't you eat the dried fish, Mimi..."

The tabby cat seemed to have finally recovered from its shock, and its body underwent a miraculous change!

His hair disappeared, his body swelled, and in the blink of an eye, an old woman wearing a pointed hat, conspicuous square glasses, and peculiar clothing appeared before him.

"...Mimi, holy crap!"

Lynn was startled by the sudden turn of events and even instinctively blurted out her native language.

He fell to the ground with a thud, bracing himself with his hands, and kept moving backward in terror.

The elderly witch, standing upright, had a somewhat dark complexion, though it wasn't very noticeable in the darkness.

"Lynn Bellok, you don't need to panic so much." Professor McGonagall, who had transformed from a cat into a human, cleared her throat.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Minerva McGonagall, and I am the Vice Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You can call me Professor McGonagall."

Lynn seemed to be stunned. He leaned against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat, staring wide-eyed and mouth agape at Professor McGonagall, who had transformed from a cat into a human, speechless for a long time.

The stray cats in the alley had all been scared away by the sudden turn of events. The night was quiet. Professor McGonagall looked at the dumbfounded Lynn and her temper subsided. She tried to put on a kind smile on her usually serious face and spoke.

"Aren't you going to invite me over for a visit?"

……

At Lynn's house.

Professor McGonagall sat on the sofa, while Lynn attentively served her water and tea.

He was stunned not because he was frightened, but because he was shocked.

Who would have thought that he didn't travel back in time at all, but instead came to the magical world of Harry Potter?

Well, Lynn admitted that he was indeed frightened after the initial shock.

Because he just seemed to have petted the head of Professor McGonagall, the lioness of Gryffindor, known for her strictness, on her...cat head?

They kept asking why the person didn't eat dried anchovies.

Lynn felt like dying. It was so incredibly embarrassing, so embarrassing that he could dig a Hogwarts castle out of his toes.

Therefore, Lynn can only alleviate her embarrassment by being enthusiastic.

"Professor, please drink some water. Hot water is very good for your health."

"These are some of my treasured snacks; please be sure to try them."

"Wait! I almost forgot, don't drink the water yet. There's still some mung bean soup I cooked in the pot; it's so refreshing!"

Professor McGonagall had just picked up her teacup when she had to put it down again, looking utterly exasperated.

"Mr. Bellock, could you please sit down and listen to me quietly?"

Lynn smiled awkwardly, rubbed his hands together, and obediently sat down on the sofa.

Professor McGonagall saw that he had finally stopped and then explained her purpose.

"As you can see, Mr. Belloc, I am a wizard from Hogwarts, the only and best magic school in England. Before I came, an owl should have delivered a letter to you."

Lynn pulled out the letter he had found at his doorstep when he returned home: "Is this it?"

Professor McGonagall nodded: "Yes, this was supposed to be delivered to you, but I don't know what went wrong with that owl."

But that's not important; what's important is the acceptance letter inside the letter.

Lynn opened the envelope and saw the acceptance letter with the Hogwarts crest and Professor McGonagall's signature.

At the same time, a emotionless voice suddenly rang in his mind:

[The system has detected that the host has been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The system activation conditions have been met.]

Lynn's expression was very strange.

Today brought him so many surprises. He had been in this world for more than ten years and never imagined that he would have a system inside his body.

However, since such a bizarre thing as being transported to a magical world has happened, the appearance of the system doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Having encountered so many strange things, Lynn has become numb to it all, and he fears that if things continue like this, he will turn into a bizarre shape.

Professor McGonagall didn't see Lynn's problem; on the contrary, she thought this reaction was normal, since being accepted into a magic school was indeed an incredible thing for a Muggle.

"Mr. Bellok, I think you understand the current situation. So, would you be willing to go to Hogwarts for seven years of magical training?"

Although there was no option to refuse this question, Professor McGonagall still asked Lynn seriously.

The system in his mind only said one sentence and then stopped responding. Lynn didn't pay attention to it; he needed to deal with Professor McGonagall first.

Unsurprisingly, Lynn naturally wouldn't refuse to learn magic, something countless people dream of.

"I would be more than happy to, Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall smiled slightly, but then she looked around as if she had noticed something, and frowned as she asked.

"What about your family? They need to be informed about this as well."

Lynn shrugged: "I'm an orphan. My parents died when I was very young. My guardian is my adoptive father."

Professor McGonagall's expression was somewhat somber.

"I'm sorry to talk about something that's painful for you, child, but this requires your guardian's consent."

Lynn was not at all troubled by this, and he readily agreed.

"It's alright, Professor, but he's probably not in London right now. But we can give him a call."

Lynn picked up the telephone receiver from the coffee table, looked at Professor McGonagall, and asked with her eyes if this was alright.

Although Professor McGonagall didn't know much about Muggle stuff, she clearly knew the function of the telephone, since the entrance to the Ministry of Magic for outsiders was a telephone booth.

She nodded, indicating that there was no problem, and then Lynn dialed the number and got through.

A steady male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's up?"

"I'll be starting a magic school in two months, and it'll be about seven years. The professor is sitting right next to me right now, and I need you to know about the admission process." Lynn got straight to the point without beating around the bush.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I understand."

"Your consent is also required."

"I agree."

"Okay, that's all, that's fine then."

"kindness."

The call was then disconnected; the conversation lasted less than thirty seconds.

This time, it was Professor McGonagall's turn to be dumbfounded.

She had been a professor for quite some time and had visited the homes of at least a hundred Muggle freshmen, but she had never seen parents who so readily accepted the magical world and entrusted their children to them.

Lynn was not surprised by this.

After all, he was the adoptive father he had carefully selected, so there was naturally some tacit understanding between them.

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