The abandoned classroom was quiet. The setting sun shone through the clouds and into the room, bathing the silver-haired girl and the grand piano in an orange glow.

Erina sat on the leather sofa stool, her eyes lowered, meticulously scooping lemon sherbet from the cup, as if the entire world's meaning lay within her palms.

Dumbledore glanced at the silver-haired girl, now as docile as a kitten, and shook his head with a wry smile. He hadn't expected that the tip Professor McGonagall brought back would be the one that worked in the end.

The old wizard flicked his wand deftly, moving the wooden desks and stools from the back of the classroom to in front of him, removing the dust with magic, and sat down.

"Hello, Erina, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Erina nodded slightly, indicating that she was listening to Dumbledore's words, while mentally grumbling, *Thank goodness he didn't recite from the Chocolate Frog card. Otherwise, I'd really have to reconsider the average IQ of the wizarding world.* (Details here)

Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at Erina earnestly as he continued.

"Regarding the wizarding world and Hogwarts, I don't think I need to explain further. The main purpose of inviting Miss Erina to visit our school is to extend an invitation for you to enroll once more."

"Oh…"

Erina tapped the metal spoon against the porcelain dish, creating a crisp sound. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she muttered resentfully.

"So, the language habits of the wizarding world are different from those of the non-wizarding world. We usually call this behavior drugging and kidnapping."

What bothered her most was not being stunned and brought to Hogwarts, but rather—the food used to lure her was the fish she had painstakingly caught and grilled herself!

Dumbledore's kind smile faltered slightly. He coughed lightly, pretending not to hear the girl's accusation, and continued with a normal expression.

"Ahem, we all know that you are not an ordinary person. As time goes by, you must have realized the occasional accidents that occur in your normal life."

Magical outbursts don't happen just once. Most young wizards, lacking systematic guidance, cannot effectively control and use the magic accumulated in their bodies. They can only vent through emotional mediums, unconsciously pouring out their magic.

However, compared to most children, Dumbledore believed that Erina had a clear awareness of her differences and had cleverly integrated them into her life—after all, wizards' messengers are not so easily hunted by Muggles.

"You have extraordinary magical talent, and Hogwarts can maximize your abilities, teaching you how to use and control magic. You don't fully understand the power hidden within you..."

"I know," Erina interrupted, putting down the cup and saucer. "But, I also have the right to choose to be an ordinary person, right? Frankly, Professor Dumbledore, do you really think Muggles live happy lives?"

"Although not as convenient, perhaps they are happier because they know less? So, are you willing to enter Hog..."

Dumbledore frowned in confusion, not understanding why the girl would suddenly ask such a question. After thinking for a moment, he replied uncertainly.

"No, you're wrong."

Before Dumbledore could finish, the silver-haired loli sat up straight, crossed her legs, and playfully wiggled her index finger, saying meaningfully, "Muggles' happiness is beyond your imagination."

Judging from the details in the original books, the wizarding world's luxury goods and entertainment are incredibly scarce. The design, taste, and quality of clothing and accessories all exude an outdated and backward nouveau riche style from medieval Europe.

As for transportation, while both are top-tier in their respective worlds, whether it's the Nimbus series or the unreleased Firebolt, they are not fundamentally different from wooden broomsticks in value compared to top-tier sports car brands like Bugatti Veyron and SSC.

And in terms of food, truffles, known as the "king of delicacies," cost 4,000 euros per kilogram; a small jar of Iranian Almas caviar costs $25,000; densuke black watermelons from Japan, the best-tasting black watermelons in the world, can sell for an average of $6,000 apiece… In Erina's view, the only way for people in the wizarding world to enjoy these is through plunder.

"...In short, no matter how you look at it, being an ordinary person is much happier than being a wizard. So, why must I become a wizard and then be subject to the jurisdiction of your wizarding world?"

Admittedly, Erina in her previous life had never personally enjoyed these pleasures of the wealthy, but that didn't stop her from using this knowledge to show off the luxurious enjoyments of the non-magical world to Dumbledore. Even with some details and inappropriate information omitted, it was still enough to make the entire wizarding world feel out of place in its poverty.

"Um, Professor Dumbledore, do you have any drinks?"

Erina licked her somewhat dry lips, glanced at Dumbledore, and brazenly added one last sentence, a long tirade that had made her throat a little sore.

"Of course. Speaking of which, the non-magical world is indeed particularly attractive."

Dumbledore listened with interest to Erina's intro(brag)duction, then nodded kindly and waved his wand, a glass of chilled pumpkin juice appearing in the silver-haired loli's hand.

He was gradually beginning to master the art of communicating with this peculiar little girl.

"However, Miss Erina, you may not have understood my meaning. You are not an ordinary 【person】."

Dumbledore shrugged, deliberately using the word 【human】, and said slowly, "Magical outbursts in underage wizards can cause levitation, objects disappearing, teleportation, flight… but they never affect the minds of others."

The silver-haired loli, who was happily sipping pumpkin juice, suddenly stopped. After so many years of language tutoring with Benitez, she was no longer the English idiot she had been when she first transmigrated. She could immediately react to Dumbledore's deliberately emphasized and replaced words.

"So, you mean I'm a mutant?" Erina said with a forced laugh, trying to joke her way out of it. She felt that things were beginning to spiral out of her control.

"Mutant? No…"

Dumbledore repeated Erina's pronunciation in confusion, clearly not understanding the girl's reference. The old man looked up, his half-moon spectacles flashing slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"You are a Veela hybrid, Miss Erina Kaslana. Veela are a magical creature that existed long before ordinary wizards. As someone with half-Veela blood, from the moment you were born, you belonged to the wizarding world."

Clang.

As Dumbledore's words fell, the metal goblet filled with chilled pumpkin juice slipped from the silver-haired loli's hand and crashed heavily onto the ground, spilling pumpkin juice everywhere.

"Ve… Veela?! Me, a magical creature?"

Erina stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Silver hair was rare, but not entirely unheard of. For so many years after transmigrating, she had at most imagined that she might have the blood of the Kaslana family, but she had never associated herself with magical creatures. After all, if she were a Veela descendant, the opening scene of being stranded on the streets of London would be too unmagical, wouldn't it?

Most importantly, Erina suddenly realized a logical error she'd been making. Her long-held business and financial concepts for the non-magical world had made her overlook the most fundamental difference between the wizarding and Muggle worlds—magical creatures.

Survival modes can be changed, and quality of life can be improved. However, the worldviews they can see are fundamentally different. In an instant, a large number of magical creatures' names and appearances flashed through Erina's mind: Blast-Ended Skrewts, Erkling, Mandrakes, Basilisks, Crups, Fire Salamanders, Thunderbird, Horned Serpent, Phoenix…

As a reborn person, money can always be earned again. In the coming decades, there will be countless opportunities to rise in the non-magical world. However, if some magical creatures are missed—such as a certain Basilisk baby still sleeping right now, Erina licked her lips subconsciously—even if she earned more money in the non-magical world, it would be difficult to have the opportunity to see (taste) these beautiful magical creatures again.

The most important thing in this new life is not to retrace the successful paths of others, but to strive for unknown exploration.

"Miss Erina? Miss Erina?!"

Erina heard Dumbledore's anxious voice in her ear. She felt someone shaking her shoulders back and forth. Suddenly regaining her senses, Dumbledore's concerned face appeared before her eyes.

"Are you alright? The feeling of suddenly learning about your background is indeed not easy to bear. I'm sorry, I didn't know this would be so shocking to you."

Seeing that the girl had finally recovered, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. The way she had suddenly spaced out, started giggling, and then foaming at the mouth (drooling) had scared him.

*Perhaps, no matter how precocious this child is, learning that she is an orphan abandoned by the wizarding world is still difficult to accept*—

Dumbledore thought to himself, looking at Erina's shocked and distressed expression.

"I see. So, I was born to attend Hogwarts."

Just as Dumbledore hesitated whether to summon another lemon sherbet for Erina to help stabilize her emotions, the silver-haired loli crossed her legs, hugged her arms, nodded, and said seriously.

"???"

Dumbledore held his wand in mid-air, his next words stuck painfully in his throat. He looked at the silver-haired girl who had suddenly changed her mind with suspicion, not knowing what she meant.

Following Dumbledore's gaze, Erina looked down at her legs that she had unconsciously crossed on the sofa stool, and embarrassedly put them down. She closed her legs, folded her hands on her knees, smiled shyly, and said sweetly.

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, I actually think that attending Hogwarts is not impossible. However, can you agree to a few small requests…"

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Mysterious Journey is begging for food. The new book is asking for recommendation tickets, sob sob sob! Demanding tickets with confidence. Okay, I'm going to code another book~~~ Meow sob.