"What I mean is..."

Eileen's gaze swept over Professor McGonagall, pausing for a moment on her plaid coat, which looked like it was a popular style from at least six or seven years ago. She shrugged. "You're right, we are indeed from two different worlds."

In her previous life, while in university, Eileen had minored in a particularly interesting course called Socioeconomics.

In that class, the phrase spoken by the somewhat cynical Mediterranean middle-aged teacher resonated with Eileen, especially in this current scene.

"Mystery and the unknown only create distance, they don't define class."

Eileen raised a finger and said seriously, word by word, "The only thing that can divide humans, who are inherently social creatures, into two different worlds is, in the final analysis, one thing - poverty!"

Without a doubt, from the moment humans first recognized the existence of magic, the wizarding community, with its control over supernatural powers, has had a far greater advantage than ordinary people in terms of accumulating wealth, power, and prestige. After all, before the technological explosion, most of the efforts of ordinary people could not compare to a few simple waves of a wizard's wand.

Looking back at history, the most famous twenty-eight pure-blood families in the magical world all had at least a century of heritage and were once prominent wealthy families. Families such as the Gaunt family, the Longbottom family, the Potter family, and so on, all gathered a large amount of wealth, power, and prestige during that period by virtue of their magical powers.

Therefore, the magical world and the Muggle world were artificially separated long ago. If you look for the reason, it is nothing more than the arrogant ancient wizards deliberately raising a threshold in order to maintain their sense of mystery (high status).

However, over time, the positions of the two worlds have inadvertently been exchanged.

You need to know that magic is not omnipotent. More accurately, in Eileen's view, the role of magic is actually to provide convenience, break the limitations of the laws of nature, and be the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately, most wizards have not realized this. The backward workshop-style education system has even caused generations of wizards to face serious challenges in making a basic living.

For example, the Gaunt family, from which a certain Voldemort's mother came from, was once a wealthy family, but by the 1990s, almost all of its wealth had been squandered. Apart from a dilapidated old house, they had not left any decent industry.

"Times have changed, Professor McGonagall."

Eileen shook her head and said softly, "This world no longer belongs to the stage of wizards. I have no interest in that poor and backward magical world you speak of. It can't teach me what I want to learn."

In fact, it is not that there has been a huge decline in the magical world, but that the speed of progress in the Muggle world under the stimulation of war is too terrifying, and the time left for wizards to accept and digest all of this is too short.

Even if there are a few wise adult wizards who can see this, when they start trying to integrate into the Muggle world, they will desperately realize that as magical people who have not received any basic academic education, it is extremely difficult for them to even live normally in the Muggle world.

Their powerful magical abilities, apart from allowing them to be more successful on the path of becoming robbers or terrorists, have almost no other useful purpose. Compared with hundreds of years ago, a more distant and solid world barrier has been formed again, and Eileen has no interest in actively going to this leaky ship.

"Poor and backward magical world, how dare you say that?! You don't understand what a vast and mysterious world you are facing."

As if she had been seriously offended, Professor McGonagall frowned and her voice began to become stern, quickly retorting without thinking.

"Every adult wizard will study dozens of courses at Hogwarts, including Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, and so on. However, even after seven years, they have only learned a little bit of these courses. Any branch of magic is enough for a wizard to spend a lifetime studying."

"But what is the value of these courses? If the content learned cannot even guarantee basic survival, then no matter how profound it is, it is just impractical nonsense." Eileen twirled the silver hair hanging over her shoulder, and casually replied.

"Every Hogwarts graduate can find a decent job in the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall continued to retort, feeling a hint of anger in her heart.

"If everyone can find a decent job, then what is the meaning of effort? You need to know that although the Muggle world's certification model for academic qualifications and degrees is somewhat imperfect, at least it is an objective reflection of basic abilities. And to me, it sounds like effort doesn't seem to matter as much in the wizarding world."

Raising her head, Eileen looked at Professor McGonagall, who had an unhappy expression, pursed her lips, and continued to question without hesitation.

Compared to Professor McGonagall, Eileen considered herself to be more knowledgeable about the magical world's 'adult society' to some extent. After all, even a genius like Hermione Granger ended up as an employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the savior Harry Potter and his friend Ron directly joined the wizarding world's official violent organization.

In other words, the certificates and exams that they worried about during their school days had almost no effect on their actual work, which made countless Muggles who struggled and fought in the abyss of judicial exams and finally shouldered judicial and social order feel humiliated.

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows were raised high, and the wrinkles on her forehead had increased by a few more. She had never met such a difficult new student, and her tone became cold.

"We will issue O.W.L. certificates based on students' exam scores, as well as higher-level N.E.W.T.s certificates. At the same time, the knowledge that students learn at Hogwarts is not independent. It will run through a wizard's entire life and is far more important than Muggle courses."

Feeling Professor McGonagall's displeasure, Eileen, who had already decided not to go to Hogwarts, shrugged indifferently. "But this does not change the fact that the same person, with the same time and energy costs, can obtain more generous rewards in the Muggle world."

As she spoke, the girl looked at the clock beside the bed. This conversation had lasted for almost a quarter of an hour. Although she was confident that she could defeat Professor McGonagall's arguments from all angles, it did not mean that she was interested in analyzing the shortcomings of the magical world with an old witch of her grandmother's generation.

Eileen decided to release a big move to quickly end this meaningless debate.

Without waiting for Professor McGonagall to retort again, Eileen raised her palm and preemptively interrupted, "Okay, let's not discuss the usefulness of these courses for the time being. Respected Professor McGonagall, please tell me, can all your students fully master the content you teach? Or let me ask it another way..."

Eileen pointed to the luxurious chair under Professor McGonagall, and raised her eyebrows, "How many graduates can accurately reproduce your transfiguration magic just now? How many students have truly reached your expected teaching goals?"

"In your so-called magical world, how many wizards can truly be considered capable? To give a simple example, when facing a Muggle thug holding a dagger at close range, how many wizards can guarantee a 100% chance of subduing him easily?"

"..."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, falling into an embarrassing silence. She could certainly say a number casually, but her long-standing habits made her unaccustomed to lying - the magical world was not that powerful, otherwise the panic brought by Voldemort and the Death Eaters more than a decade ago would not have been so serious.

Eileen was not at all surprised by Professor McGonagall's silence.

You need to know that people like Harry and Ron, who never preview their textbooks, don't listen carefully in class, and rely mainly on guessing on exams, are considered good students with above-average grades. One can imagine how bad most Hogwarts students are. By inference, those little wizards who are not even as good as Harry Potter probably won't be capable after graduation.

And even so, Hogwarts is already one of the best-known schools in the entire magical world, so the level of education in the entire magical world can be imagined. Even children from the most remote mountain primary schools in China in her previous life are probably more promising than these people.

However, facing the silent Professor McGonagall, Eileen did not intend to let it go. She planned to end all topics about magic today, and let her life trajectory return to the path of a happy urban rebirth business war.

"Over the years, among the students you have taught, how many students now have a higher salary than you? I think, more often than not, each class is worse than the last. To put it more bluntly, most of them, if they accidentally encounter some disaster or illness and cannot go to work, may go hungry next month. Even buying a few well-made new clothes for themselves and their children at the end of the year is considered a comfortable life, right?"

Professor McGonagall's breathing became heavier and heavier, and her lips were pressed tightly together, like a thin line. Among her previous students, the most prosperous person currently is only Lucius Malfoy, but his prosperity mainly comes from the accumulation of the Malfoy family, and it really doesn't have much to do with his personal efforts.

"So you ruined your students. Because of your backward, narrow-minded, closed, and irresponsible teaching methods, and this magical world of yours, which you are so proud of but completely cannot see its own positioning."

"The most ridiculous thing is that you are still happily destroying the infinite possibilities of your students, generation after generation."

Eileen stood up straight, raised her head, and looked directly at Professor McGonagall without fear, raising her voice and loudly saying.

"You are just a group of poverty-stricken and backward terrorists who are immersed in a false illusion constructed with magic, dare not look at the outside world, and mislead your students."

"I, Eileen Kaslana, will never step into your inexplicable world."

"You!"

Professor McGonagall stood up with a jolt, her chest heaving like a bellows, her eyes stabbing angrily at the silver-haired little girl in front of her, opening her mouth as if wanting to retort something, but no sound came out in the end.

Looking at the wand tightly clenched in Professor McGonagall's right hand on the verge of rage, Eileen swallowed secretly without making a sound - did she perhaps say a little too much?

Taking a glance at Benitez behind her, who was pale-faced and thoughtful, Eileen gritted her teeth, opened her arms to block Benitez, and continued to be stubborn while pretending to be tough.

"Finally running out of arguments and preparing to attack? *Obliviate* or *Crucio*? Come on, let me see what the final pride of the great wizards looks like."

"Hmph. Remember your words, we will meet again."

Professor McGonagall let out a heavy snort, took a deep breath, and tried hard to suppress the anger in her chest.

Then she took a deep look at Eileen, put away the wand in her hand, grabbed the ladies' hat placed on the table, and strode away without saying a word, not even wanting to ask why Eileen knew the spells of the magical world.

--She was afraid that if she continued to talk to this irritating little girl, her emotions would inevitably get completely out of control.

"So, you really are a professor, but from the magical world?"

At this time, Benitez, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally managed to sort out his thoughts, looked at Professor McGonagall's back, and subconsciously spoke out to retain her.

"Since you've come all this way, why not sit down and have a bowl of hot soup before you leave?"

"*Merlin's beard*! No wizard would eat an owl!"

Professor McGonagall's furious roar came from outside the door. Ms. McGonagall, who was usually very well-mannered, finally couldn't help but utter a curse, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Eileen spread out her hands with an innocent look and shrugged.

"But that's a Scottish round-faced chubby chicken."

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(Cute You Meng is begging for food, asking for recommendation tickets to support me, sob, a big chapter of more than three thousand seven hundred words!)