Chapter 5 Letter from Hogwarts

On the vast Scottish Highlands, the mysterious and ancient Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stands majestically.

This school with a thousand-year history is like a silent witness, witnessing the ups and downs of the British and even the entire European magic world.

Today's headmaster Albus Dumbledore - winner of the Order of Merlin, first class, founder and secret keeper of the Order of the Phoenix.

At the same time, he is also the chairman of the International Confederation of Magicians and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot.

He has profound attainments in alchemy and transfiguration, reaching a realm that ordinary people can hardly reach.

In the vast field of magic theory research, he has also made significant and significant contributions with his wisdom and hard work.

However, if we talk about his most brilliant and outstanding achievements, it is undoubtedly that he defeated two terrifying dark lords - Gellert Grindelwald and Voldemort.

Because of this, he is undisputedly recognized by the entire magic world as the greatest and most powerful wizard of the contemporary era.

However, at this moment, the nearly 110-year-old man was like a child who had done something wrong and was accepting the scolding obediently.

"Is your head full of honey, Dumbledore!"

"If that's the case, you'd be so happy, Severus."

"Call me Professor Snape!"

"Okay, Snape."

Dumbledore smiled and handed Snape a piece of attractive lemon Sherbet candy, saying kindly:

"Would you like to try one? This is made by Muggles, and it tastes pretty good."

In response to him, Snape's murderous and sharp eyes.

Dumbledore reluctantly took the candy back, muttering, "What a pity."

"Severus, why do you firmly oppose Mr. Irwin to teach at Hogwarts? You took good care of him back then."

"Don't say you don't know what he did after graduation."

"Of course I know that Mr. Irwin is a wizard full of fearless adventurous spirit..."

"He frequently deals with those evil dark wizards, and breaking the law is as common to him as drinking water every day."

"But we don't have any definite evidence to prove all this..."

"This just fully demonstrates his extreme cunning, which is exactly the same as that person."

Dumbledore looked at Snape sincerely and seriously.

"You are too worried."

Snape pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"It seems that none of us can successfully convince each other, so why don't I invite Mr. Irwin over and ask him in person."

Dumbledore moved quickly and wrote a letter with a delicate feather pen.

"I want to supervise the whole process."

"No problem."

Dumbledore then handed the envelope to an owl and gently opened the window.

The owl held the envelope steadily, spread its wings and flew out, disappearing into the distant sky.

Wes was concentrating on studying a paper.

It was a paper recently published by Professor Minerva McGonagall on the in-depth analysis of Transfiguration.

You know, as one of the few Animagus registered in the magic world, Professor Minerva McGonagall is undoubtedly a well-deserved master of Transfiguration.

At this moment, Weiss was completely immersed in this paper, and the whole person seemed to be trapped in a magical world.

So much so that even the bursts of bangs coming from the window were not heard at all.

In the end, it was Jandy who hurriedly opened the window and carefully let the owl in.

The owl that just came in flapped its wings angrily and kept chirping to express its strong dissatisfaction.

"Oh, keep your voice down, little thing, it will be bad if you disturb the master."

Zhandi took out a handful of high-grade pet food.

As soon as the owl smelled the tempting aroma, it couldn't wait to taste it.

After it was full and satisfied, it rubbed Zhandi intimately, then threw down the envelope, flapped its wings and flew away.

Zhandi hurriedly picked up the envelope, carefully looked at the signature, and immediately handed it to Weiss respectfully.

"Master, it's a letter from Hogwarts."

Wess, who was originally very dissatisfied with being disturbed, instantly lit up when he heard that it was a letter from Hogwarts. He immediately threw down the paper in his hand without hesitation and quickly opened the envelope.

"Mr. Wes Irwin

We are glad that you can apply for the position of Professor of Magical Marks again. After careful consideration, please come to the principal's office for an interview at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

I wish you all the best

Albus Dumbledore"

"Oh! Great!" Wes was so excited that he danced with joy on his face. "After three years, I finally got a reply."

"Congratulations, Master."

As a very competent house elf, Jandi sent his heartfelt blessings to his master.

"It must be foolproof."

Wes's eyes were firm. This time he was determined to win.

At eight o'clock the next day, Wes stood in front of the mirror early and looked at himself carefully.

The mirror showed a young man with clear outlines and high spirits. His hair was combed meticulously, delicate and obedient.

No mistakes in one sentence, one hair, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

The well-tailored robe perfectly sets off his tall and straight figure, and his handsome face makes him look even more charming.

"How is it?" Weiss asked expectantly.

"It's perfect, my master!"

Weiss couldn't help but draw a beautiful smile on his face, and then picked up the suitcase beside him.

"Wait here."

"Yes, master."

When Weiss arrived at Hogwarts at 9:30, it was Professor McGonagall who came to greet him.

West was a little flattered and bowed deeply: "Long time no see, Professor McGonagall."

"Mr. Irwin, you have grown into an outstanding young man now." Professor McGonagall smiled and praised gently, "I never thought that one day you and I would become colleagues."

"It all depends on what Principal Dumbledore thinks." Weiss was a little embarrassed.

"You are a smart kid, and you performed very well in school. If Albus was still clear-headed and not confused, he should have agreed to your job application."

"I hope everything is as you said."

"Mr. Irwin"

"Please call me Weiss, Professor McGonagall."

"Okay, Weiss. How does it feel to be back to school?"

Wess showed a trace of emotion on his face: "It's familiar and strange. When I was a student, I didn't visit this mysterious castle properly. I was immersed in the books in the library and the study of magic all day long."

"Yes, this is very impressive." Professor McGonagall said slowly, "There has never been a student as studious as you, even if you are a student from Ravenclaw College, this is too exaggerated."

Wes touched his nose a little embarrassedly.

"We professors were "harassed" by you a lot."

Although he said so, in fact, Professor McGonagall has always been very caring for studious students like Weiss, and has given Weiss some private lessons.

The same is true for other professors, even the always strict Professor Snape looks at Weiss differently.

"By the way, does Filius know about this?"

"Not yet, I want to tell him after everything is confirmed."

While the two were talking, they had unknowingly arrived at the 8th floor.

The huge and ugly stone beast guarding the principal's office suddenly spoke: "Password!"

"Toffee." Professor McGonagall answered calmly.

The stone beast obediently made way.

Behind the stone beast was a slowly rotating automatic spiral staircase, and at the top of the staircase was the door to the principal's office.

It was a shiny oak door with a unique brass door knocker in the shape of a lion's body and eagle's head.

As the two approached, the door slowly opened automatically.

Looking at the open door, Weiss also felt a little nervous.

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