[ Chapter VIII (8): "THE PERFECT HOGWARTS LETTER" ]
[ "Make these letters bigger, here right here." ]
[ "You noticed this Hogwarts Logo? Make it bigger, and make it animated so that the students and parents would know that we aren't pranksters; that we really can do magic." ]
[ "Make it also so that when they open the letter, there would be; a small lion, a small snake, a small badger, and a small crow would fly out from inside the envelope." ]
Felix watches carefully how the serious-looking McGonagall points her wand with precision on the half-baked Hogwarts Letter before her, on the wooden table inside her office.
With Felix who's calmly sitting in front of her, panicking inside, not knowing if his imagination would come into fruition, or if he's just asking for too much. But for now, at least he needs to try.
So he mouths instructions to the serious McGonagall, who have just recently been promoted to House Head of Gryffindor— her house that she spent 7-years studying in, having known the house values and carefully upheld it through her ways.
[ "Do that." ]
May it be through drafting a Hogwarts Letter to this copycat school established by an idiot, or by not punching the said idiot no-maj style, or by not hexing the man until he balloons up to the sky. McGonagall is truly holding her self back, upholding Gryffindor's honor and values; would Godrick Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor, would he be proud in seeing her? Hopefully.
Though annoyed, she still does what the said man told her to do. Not knowing that after she creates the perfect Hogwarts Letter, and a hundred or so copy of it, that she'll be promoted next to become the Deputy Headmistress of New Hogwarts.
[ "Fine." ]
As she begrudgingly chant the letter that she wrote minutes before, even though the said witch didn't have that much skill in enchantment as compared to her colleague— Flitwick, a younger but impressionable individual that she met back in her school days, known by his intelligence, curiosity, and love for dueling.
She enjoys how the man found joy in the new world they found themselves in, but the simple fact that they are in a new foreign world govern not by rules that they have come to know; it, it erks her the wrong way, away from society she grew into, away from her family, away from everyone; so in turn she hated the man who did this to them.
The same couldn't be said about the other two. Flitwick loves taking care of animals, studying them, and even creating new spells. Pomona loves the new foreign supposed extinct plants, even the animals, even any and all foreign objects and living beings she finds, recording them in her book, a diary; which in turn made her content with the new life she found.
Not for McGonagall though, but she has no way of getting back to her original world, and now she has no choice but to comply with the man. He did promise to find a way back if they help him, allegedly.
[ "Done." ]
[ "What else do you want, Headmaster?" ]
Felix could hear venom behind her voice, anger restrained, but he still fears that he may suddenly get punched by her; though from his limited knowledge of her, and her future, he highly doubts that'll happen.
But the problem is that, he doesn't know everything about her life, especially in her younger days— this lady may, or may not do what he thinks she'll do, just because of outright spite.
Outright despite that he knows she has, which the other two— Flitwick or Pomona doesn't have. Which makes her unique out of them all, but at the moment at the very least she's complacent, so he'll use that to his advantage; [ "Oh- yes, uhh- Professor that'll do. The exterior is done, perfectly may I just say, quite a beautiful work." ]
He could see the proud look that she slightly displays hidden behind her tough no-nonsense demeanor, and he realized right then and there that he could use this to subtly influence her; and why does that sound wrong?
Anyways.
[ "Yes, now, we need to finish whatever is inside the letter." ]
[ "Here right here, write that..." ]
[ "This here, that here... And-" ]
But was abruptly stopped by McGonagall looking at him, the corner of her eyes slightly twitching, which is never a good sign; [ "No offense, Headmaster..." ]
[ "But, you don't know what you're doing, are you?" ]
Still with a smile on his face, Felix is overly excited and is slightly nervous inside. He who has never attended Hogwarts, and hadn't received his Hogwarts letter 12 years ago, but instead knows about the ins and outs of the Harry Potter Universe through the internet shaking his head to the side— lying to her face right then and there.
[ "I don't know what you're talking about, Professor McGonagall." ]
[ "Okay...?" ]
Doubt still within her words, McGonagall instead did what she was told. And surprising after half an hour, the perfect Hogwarts Letter was created under her confusion who have done all the work; in both writing, and enchanting.
With the one who's commanding, and not having done a thing, looking proud and grinning at her as if he knew he was right all along; [ "Perfect!" ]
[ "Now we just need two hundreds of thi-" ]
[ "juhMINeeoh." ]
Minerva interrupted him mid-way with a sight, which was then followed by her whispering a spell under her breath which he heard. Followed by her wand tapping the perfect Hogwarts Letter, it then multiplied into two.
[ "T-that's... That's awfully practical, thank you Professor." ]
To his confusion, Minerva merely shook her head from side-to-side, as if telling the bewildered man that she's not done yet; [ "juhMINoh." ]
And to his confusion, with another tap, and another incantation from her, this one slightly different but practically the same, the said perfect letter multiplied into two more, which then multiplied into eight.
Then to sixteen, then thirty-two... This continued on before finally, she cast the spell to end it. With the room now being filled with thousands of so many identical Hogwarts Letter.
Not perfect yet as Felix needs to change the name of the receiver, fill in the address for each; which can range from America, to Britain, to Ireland, to Japan, to even Indian, all-over the country as whoever the Quill and Book accepted and deems fit enough i.e whoever is written.
And lastly, McGonagall's promotion; how can he say that with him not ruining her mood...? Sounds impossible, so he needs to find a way to say it without her fuming mad. But he'll need to worry about that later, first he'll need to worry about changing the letter's contents.
[ "This is perfect, so-so very perfect." ]
[ "I knew I could trust you, Professor." ]
[ "Now, I just need to change the address, fill in the student's name, and su-" ]
Hearing the man's praise, she became proud; raising her head slightly higher than it was already is. And so in hearing about another work needed to be done; she can't let an untrustworthy man do all of that, especially when she's here.
[ "I'll do it." ]
[ "What...?" ]
McGonagall, the workaholic, the House Head of Gryffindor, Professor of Transportation and Flying; how can she not help?
So cutting off the man mid-sentence, she volunteered. She after all having experienced doing this for three years, with her having volunteered to write up Hogwarts Letters in her student years.
Received plenty of praise from her teachers, and even Deputy Headmaster at that time. So, how can she let the so called Headmaster who can't be trusted... Perhaps a little.
Do the noble work of writing Hogwarts Letters, in which she has been doing it earlier— her having done all the work, why would she let someone even ruin it? Might as well finish what she started.
Fainting unhappiness, he spoke up; [ "But, Professo-" ]
[ "I said I will do it. So please, do send me the information about the students so that I can get started." ]
[ "Right now would be the best time." ]
[ "That... That I can do." ]
Holy... That worked?
Smiling to himself, Felix couldn't believe that worked. He just tried it, to subtly manipulate this said workaholic to finish the work, drop subtle hints that the Hogwarts Letter isn't finished yet.
And to his surprise... It worked.
So with a hidden smile, masked with disbelief and reluctance, he walked out of the proud-looking Professor's Office. On his way to his own office and to conjure an Owl, dozens of them into existence.
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[ 04/19/2025 ]
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