Capítulo 85: Chapter 85: The Grossmans' unwanted guests (Edited)
At first, Tom thought the package had been sent to the wrong place, but after reading the contents of the second letter, he realized it was for him.
"Professor McGonagall is trying to catch a tough family." Tom realized Professor McGonagall's intentions.
He was a busy man, with two part-time jobs and a lot of reading to do, but Professor McGonagall was giving him too much! The two notebooks and lesson plans provided enough knowledge for Tom to take Transfiguration theory of knowledge to level 2.
More importantly, Tom was not averse to this sort of thing, so he went back to his dorm, packed up his things, took two days off work and went to Eastbourne.
Eastbourne, East Sussex, 8:00 a.m.
It was a bad time for Tom to arrive, it was raining in Eastbourne when he did. Good thing it wasn't windy, otherwise Tom would have been splashed by the water.
Because of the rain, it was very cloudy.
When Tom arrived at 17 Burlington Place, he found a two-story villa with a small western European-style courtyard. It's a bit of a mess, but overall it looks pretty nice.
The rain was still falling steadily and there was already water in the courtyard. In the courtyard there was a pond of sorts that houses various aquatic plants. At that moment, there was a cat struggling in the pond, somehow, this big orange cat had fallen into the pond. It was on its last legs and could have drowned at any moment.
The curtains of the First Floor side window were slowly lowered, and inside a very delicate looking girl is choosing what to wear today: a black vest and a light blue short-sleeved top; a long-sleeved shirt with a little black skirt; a uniform that looks a bit like a maid's uniform.
All three outfits are perfectly laid out on her bed, which is also nicely made, with hardly any wrinkles in the sheets. A small brown bear rests upright in the middle of the pillow, and with clean floors and tidy furniture, it's easy to see that the owner of this bedroom is obsessive compulsive: she likes to have everything under control, without any clutter.
The girl finally chose a long-sleeved shirt with a black skirt.
With a slight smile, she stood by the bedroom wall, looking at her wall full of trophies, medals and certificates. But as her eyes roamed over the letter on the table, her eyes finally flashed with a hint of confusion.
The letter said she had been accepted into a school called Hogwarts, which was fine, it was normal for a bright girl like her to be accepted into all kinds of schools, but this was a school for wizards!
That was a bit crazy.
Peggy's father instinctively thought it was a joke, but Peggy had some doubts: what would she do if the magical world had barged into her little world for no reason?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Peggy shuddered, she had a feeling that the visitor had something to do with Hogwarts.
Peggy's father, Mr. Grossman, opened the door and saw a handsome young man standing outside with an umbrella, dressed in a black wizard's robe, and asked politely, "Is this Peggy Grossman's house? I'm Tom Yodel, a second year Hogwarts student, here to help you with the pre-admission process."
Mr. Grossman was a bit puzzled: the author of this joke was taking it a bit too seriously, wasn't he? And to have someone come to the house specifically...
Just as he was beginning to remember which of his business partners had such bad taste, something incomprehensible happened.
He watched as the teenager waved his hand and an orange mass flew out of his pond.
"This cat is drowning in your sink, is it your cat?" Said the teenager.
"No..." Said Mr. Grossman unconsciously.
Tom shook his head, held the dying orange cat gently in his arms and looked at Mr. Grossman,
Mr. Grossman reacted quickly and let Tom in; it was not polite to leave people out in the rain.
Tom entered the villa and closed his umbrella. The rain slid down the umbrella and dripped onto the ground, where it collected in a puddle and soiled the clean floor. Tom was a little embarrassed, so he pointed to the ground again, "(Scourgify)!".
The water stain disappeared.
Tom gently placed the umbrella in a holder and then, holding the orange cat in his arms, asked Mr. Grossman, "Can we talk?"
Soon he was seated at the Grossmans' table, where Mr. Grossman poured him a cup of hot chocolate. Tom looked around the interior: clean, tidy, with new appliances, and in the context of the house's location, the Grossmans were in a good financial position.
Mr. Grossman also looked at Tom, the unexpected guest was so young, with his semi-long black hair, deep black eyes and features that made the boy look quite handsome. His black wizard's robes added a touch of mystery to his appearance.
Thinking about what he had just done, Mr. Grossman was convinced of his identity.
Grossman asked somewhat formally, "So, is magic real? Is Peggy really going to go to a magic school?"
"Yes, Mr. Grossman, your daughter has been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the number one magical school in all of Europe and the world." Tom took a sip of his hot chocolate and, just as Professor McGonagall had done back in the day, introduced Mr. Grossman to the magical world.
"Well, I have been asked by Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to come here to invite her daughter to Hogwarts."
Mr. Grossman hesitated for a moment, it was a difficult decision for him to make, to accept meant that his daughter, who had been with him since she was a little girl, would be leaving him for a world that was completely new to him and he wouldn't be able to help at all.
"Excuse me, but is Hogwarts a multi-year school? Does it have to be a boarding school? I mean, is it possible for it to be a day school..." Mr. Grossman tried his luck, he figured that if Hogwarts was a day school, then he would see his daughter every night, and in that case, it wouldn't be a big deal to learn magic.
Unfortunately, Tom had mercilessly burst her bubble: Hogwarts was a seven-year school in the Scottish Highlands and did not accept day students.
"Hogwarts is a school that has been around for over a thousand years, while the British Ministry of Magic is only three hundred years old. All Hogwarts graduates have found fairly decent jobs, and it's worth noting that all the Ministers of Magic have been Hogwarts graduates. And your daughter will only be eighteen when she graduates, so she had plenty of options." Tom analyzed the advantages of going to Hogwarts for Mr. Grossman.
Seeing that Mr. Grossman was still hesitant, Tom said, "Why not listen to Peggy's opinion?"
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