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Chapter 3: 03: A lil Prophecy show

With expectations of Professor McGonagall's arrival, Ivan spent a few more days at the orphanage.

No unexpected situations occurred, and everything remained as peaceful as usual.

Then, on that day, a figure appeared at the orphanage's door; it was Professor McGonagall, just as Ivan had predicted a few days earlier.

Upon seeing a visitor, the children who were playing stopped immediately. They began to tidy their clothes and tried their best to present themselves favorably.

Clearly, the children viewed Professor McGonagall as a beacon of hope for leaving the orphanage.

Professor McGonagall made an effort not to dwell on the sight of the needy children. She walked directly toward the main building of the orphanage and encountered a young girl who was cleaning.

"Good morning, I have an appointment with Mrs. Mena. Is she available?" she inquired politely.

The young girl, recognizing the importance of the visitor, quickly fetched Mrs. Mena.

Mrs. Mena, a kindly old woman in her sixties with thinning white hair and eyes magnified by reading glasses, appeared surprised.

"Hello," she greeted the visitor.

Mrs. Mena couldn't quite place the face: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Minerva McGonagall. I believe you were informed of my visit, regarding Mr. Ambrosius's admission to our school?"

"Uh..."

Mrs. Mena initially looked puzzled as she took the papers handed to her, then her expression brightened: "Ah, yes, of course, but I didn't expect someone of your stature to come here personally."

"We occasionally provide direct support to children who show exceptional talent," Professor McGonagall explained, having prepared all necessary documentation and subtly reinforced with Confundus Charms to ensure smooth communication.

Professor McGonagall accepted the papers back from Mrs. Mena. To an outsider, they might have appeared almost blank, yet to Muggles like Mrs. Mena, these documents seemed comprehensive, dispelling any doubts with their magically enhanced persuasiveness.

"Excuse me, may I see Mr. Ambrosius now?"

"Oh, of course!"

Mrs. Mena, treating Professor McGonagall with the utmost respect befitting a guest of her stature, led her eagerly to Ivan's room.

Along the way, she spoke highly of Ivan. She described him as a kind and intelligent boy who was not only well-mannered and sensible but also took on a nurturing role for the younger children in the orphanage, significantly easing the burden on the staff.

"That boy is very smart! Your school will certainly not regret selecting young Ivan!"

Professor McGonagall listened attentively to Mrs. Mena's praises. As a dedicated educator, gathering more insights about Ivan would enable her to better support his transition and future success in the wizarding world.

"Here we are, this is young Ivan's room."

Mrs. Mena knocked gently and called out. Ivan opened the door, and Professor McGonagall was standing right there.

After ensuring that Ivan was ready to receive his guest, Mrs. Mena excused herself, leaving them to talk privately.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall."

Ivan invited her into the room naturally and offered her a cup. "I apologize, I only have boiled water to offer."

"That's quite alright," Professor McGonagall replied, her gaze fixed on Ivan with a hint of curiosity. "I must ask, you seem to know who I am?"

"Rather than knowing, it's more accurate to say I anticipated your visit," Ivan explained, sitting across from Professor McGonagall.

"From the admission letter I received, Hogwarts is a school for magic, correct?"

"Yes," Professor McGonagall confirmed, nodding. "I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, and I will also be your Transfiguration professor."

"Transfiguration..." Ivan mused, already familiar with the concept. "Could you demonstrate it for me?"

Professor McGonagall obliged without hesitation. She drew her wand and transformed a nearby cabinet into a cat, then promptly changed it back. "Wow."

While Ivan had witnessed such magic in films and even seen glimpses of Professor McGonagall teaching in his uncontrollable prophecies, experiencing it firsthand still filled him with awe.

Such a large cabinet morphed into a cat—this was enough to overturn any scientist's understanding of reality.

"It's simply part of our curriculum," Professor McGonagall said with a smile. "You'll learn to do this and much more at Hogwarts."

"That's fantastic!" Ivan responded, his excitement palpable. "You must be wondering how I knew your name beforehand."

"I assure you, I didn't overhear your conversation with Mrs. Mena."

"But since you teach at a school of magic, I presume you can appreciate my particular circumstances, can't you?"

Ivan gestured towards a mirror placed to the side and explained, "For instance, when I look at reflective surfaces like mirrors, water, or glass, certain images appear to me."

"Images?" Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed in curiosity. "Could you elaborate?"

"Certainly," Ivan replied. "In just a few minutes, Mrs. Mena will arrive with snacks..."

He then proceeded to detail the future as he had seen it through his prophetic ability. Ivan described not only the types and quantities of snacks but also Mrs. Mena's exact reactions upon entering the room and how Professor McGonagall herself would respond—all with striking clarity.

"..."

Professor McGonagall was visibly taken aback by Ivan's assertion: "You're saying you saw the future? You made a prediction?"

Prophecy was a form of magic Professor McGonagall was aware of, yet she had always been skeptical of its reliability. Much like her reservations about Professor Trelawney, whose predictions she often regarded as dubious at best, McGonagall was generally dismissive of prophecies.

Knock knock.

Just then, a knock came at the door. As it opened, Mrs. Mena entered, placing several plates of snacks in front of them, speaking the exact words Ivan had predicted.

"Excuse me, is there any problem?" Mrs. Mena inquired after noticing Professor McGonagall's startled expression.

"No, it's all right," Professor McGonagall managed to reply, her mind racing as she reconsidered her stance on prophecy.

"I just feel a little..."

"At a loss?" After the voice fell, Professor McGonagall realized that her reaction was exactly the same as what Ivan had just told her.

'How is that possible? '

Professor McGonagall quickly looked at Ivan, and saw the boy smiling as he picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth.

"I'm glad you don't mind." Mrs. Mena smiled at Professor McGonagall and closed the door: "Well, excuse me."


Chapter 4: 04: Extremely Rare Ability

Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of astonishment; she was now convinced that Ivan possessed the gift of prophecy.

Just moments ago, she had reacted almost instinctively, and it had turned out exactly as Ivan had predicted.

Ivan asked, "I think my talent must be what you refer to as magic, Professor."

Seeing Ivan's nonchalant attitude, as if this ability were commonplace in the wizarding world, Professor McGonagall said seriously, "Your gift is extremely rare, even in the magical world. To my knowledge, only one person has had a similar ability."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Sorry, but I cannot reveal their name."

Professor McGonagall apologized, "That person brought unimaginable changes to the wizarding world."

"Of course, believe me, Mr. Ambrosius, this has nothing to do with your talent. You are a good child."

To this day, whenever Professor McGonagall thought of Grindelwald, she still felt a chill down her spine.

(McGonagall, in this fic, was in the timeline of Fantastic Beasts here, so she is decades older than in Harry Potter.)

Ivan knew that the person Professor McGonagall was referring to must be Gellert Grindelwald.

However, Professor McGonagall clearly wouldn't associate Ivan with Grindelwald just because of a similar prophetic ability.

"Your gift is known as a Seer in the wizarding world, a rare magical talent."

Professor McGonagall had thought that guiding new students would be a routine task, but she never expected to find such a gem as Ivan.

A Seer, a natural-born prophet!

"Believe me, Mr. Ambrosius," McGonagall said earnestly, "you will achieve great things in the future."

"Thank you, and please just call me Ivan."

Professor McGonagall had a very good impression of Ivan, not only because of his special talent but also because he was as well-behaved and sensible as Mrs. Mena had said.

Thinking about Ivan's background, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but feel sorry for the child.

At Hogwarts, Muggle-born wizards were not uncommon.

But an orphan, a Muggle-born orphan...

In Slytherin, he would undoubtedly be at the bottom of the food chain.

Pureblood family > Pureblood > Half-blood > Muggle-born > Muggle-born orphan

Yes, Ivan belonged to the last category, essentially the lowest of the low. Better than Muggles, but not by much.

'This child, he shouldn't be sorted into Slytherin, right?'

Professor McGonagall knew the Sorting Hat's criteria well. Slytherin generally only accepted purebloods.

While there were occasionally ambitious half-blood and Muggle-born wizards, those were rare exceptions.

Ivan being a Muggle-born, eliminated any chance of him being sorted into Slytherin.

As for the other three houses, Professor McGonagall thought he would fit in any of them.

Of course, she hoped he would be sorted into Gryffindor.

As the head of Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall felt she could take the best care of Ivan.

At this thought, Professor McGonagall suddenly paused: 'Is this child really Muggle-born?'

A natural Seer, such a talent, was almost unheard of in the wizarding world.

Yet, it had manifested in a Muggle-born.

Professor McGonagall found it hard to understand.

She wasn't a blood purist or a supporter of bloodline theories and was herself a half-blood witch.

However, from a purely academic perspective, the likelihood of Ivan's parents being wizards was much higher than being Muggles.

Professor McGonagall couldn't recall any wizarding family with the surname Ambrosius.

With this in mind, Professor McGonagall inquired about Ivan's background.

Ivan had no identifying items other than a piece of paper with his name when he crossed over.

He handed his ring to Professor McGonagall.

After examining it, she found nothing special about it.

Returning the ring with an apologetic look, Professor McGonagall said, "I have never seen the crest on this ring before."

"It's alright, I'm not very interested in my background."

Ivan said calmly, "I'm more curious about the magical world."

"By the way, Professor, where can I buy the items listed here?"

Ivan smiled slightly and pulled out the list from his acceptance letter. "I once 'saw' a magical alley reflected in the lake. Is it there?"

"Is that another prophecy?"

Professor McGonagall was increasingly amazed by Ivan's prophetic abilities. "What an incredible gift."

"Yes, we call that alley Diagon Alley. It's the largest wizarding market in Britain."

"And don't worry about tuition fees."

Professor McGonagall indicated for Ivan to prepare, "Attending Hogwarts is free, with food and accommodation provided by the school. Additionally, we offer a certain amount of Galleons as a scholarship for young wizards like you."

To help Ivan understand the concept of Galleons, Professor McGonagall explained the wizarding currency.

1 Galleon equals 17 Sickles, which equals 493 Knuts.

"So, shall we head to Diagon Alley now?"

"I understand your curiosity about the wizarding world, but I need to guide another new student first."

Professor McGonagall's current task wasn't just to guide Ivan.

Compared to Ivan, she still had to speak with another student's parents and convince them of the existence of magic.

Professor McGonagall arranged to return in the afternoon to take Ivan and the other new student to Diagon Alley to purchase the required items.

Once Professor McGonagall left, Ivan was alone in his room.

Ivan had already considered revealing his prophetic abilities.

Having transmigrated over, he didn't want to live in constant fear.

Ivan had read many Harry Potter fanfictions where the protagonists often saw Dumbledore as an adversary, constantly thinking about how to defend against his Legilimency and fearing their identity as a transmigrator would be exposed.

It's not that one shouldn't be wary of Dumbledore.

Indeed, Dumbledore was honorable and had a moral code, and wouldn't invade others' privacy lightly.

However, a little caution never hurts.

What puzzled Ivan was that these transmigrators would often overlook Snape, even seeking him out.

Snape's Occlumency could deceive even Voldemort.

His skills in fabricating memories, hiding emotions, and probing secrets might not match Dumbledore's, but to a first-year student, both were unbeatable.

Ivan didn't consider himself exceptionally intelligent.

He chose to reveal his Seer talent to Professor McGonagall because it could explain his foreknowledge.

Besides, Legilimency wasn't like mind reading in Marvel; it couldn't reveal all of someone's memories at once.

Essentially, Legilimency was a form of telepathy, only capable of reading surface thoughts.

To truly delve into someone's memories, a wizard would need to use their wand to extract the memories from the mind.

However, neither Dumbledore nor Snape would resort to such measures.

Using Legilimency on a student at Hogwarts would clearly violate the principles of the professors and invade the student's privacy.


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