HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

"Hello, Professor McGonagall."

Dolly replied with a smile, proactively stepping forward to shake McGonagall's hand.

Although Dolly's body was still somewhat weak and she couldn't perform strenuous physical activities, her basic movements were no longer a problem.

Her face was still predominantly pale, but a touch of healthy blush had returned to her cheeks. She looked pitiable, yet not sickly.

"Hello, Miss Dursley. I'm very pleased to see you've made a full recovery."

"I hope my visit now isn't disturbing your recuperation?"

Dolly shook her head and blinked. "I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. After all, you left your name on the acceptance letter. I just didn't expect you to come in person."

"Actually, another member of the school staff accompanied me, but his size makes it a bit inconvenient for him to come inside."

At that very moment, the staff member McGonagall mentioned, Hagrid, was sitting on the Dursleys' lawn, boredly counting ants.

"After all, the situation with you two is somewhat special. I wasn't comfortable sending him alone. It's better that I come to answer your questions myself."

McGonagall's demeanor was neither servile nor overbearing, but everyone could sense a genuine warmth in her attitude when she faced Dolly.

McGonagall had already heard about what happened at the hospital from Dumbledore.

Years ago, when Dumbledore had insisted on sending Harry to the Dursleys, McGonagall had been the one most firmly opposed.

Through her observations, she had confirmed that the Dursleys were not good-tempered people and would be unlikely to provide Harry with a good living environment.

And the facts proved her right. Even before Dolly's transmigration, Harry had lived a very miserable life.

If nothing had changed, McGonagall would have been the one who disliked the Dursley family the most.

After all, she loved Lily and James, lamented their sacrifice, and felt deep sympathy for Harry, an orphan who had lost his parents shortly after birth.

However, McGonagall was unaware of the difficulties the Dursley family faced, nor did she want to find out.

This had nothing to do with moral character; it was purely the alienation caused by unfamiliarity, not to mention the huge chasm between Muggles and wizards that separated McGonagall and the Dursleys.

But now, everything was different.

Regardless of the past, Harry, under Dolly's guidance, had officially become an accepted member of the Dursley family, which made McGonagall very happy.

After all, Harry had to stay here until he came of age. Having a sister like this to look after him was a stroke of good fortune.

Therefore, McGonagall naturally saw Dolly in a different light.

Of course, the main reason she came in person was to explain the importance of magic for a wizard.

Sending only Hagrid would clearly not have explained things properly. If he fumbled and ruined the relationship between Harry and the Dursleys again, wouldn't all of Dolly's efforts be wasted?

After a brief greeting with Dolly, McGonagall turned to Harry.

Seeing Harry, whose spirit and energy were so different from before, McGonagall was genuinely pleased.

However, she didn't want to show it too obviously. She was, after all, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and the fairest person in the entire school.

She didn't want to give Harry the impression that she was someone he could rely on without limits. Harry's growth ultimately had to depend on himself.

So McGonagall simply said in a calm voice, "Hello, Harry Potter. You are very much like your parents."

Hearing this, Harry immediately became excited and wanted to ask about his parents.

But McGonagall shook her head slightly. "Harry, I know what you want to ask."

"But the staff member outside will answer your questions later. He is more suitable than I am to say certain things."

"For now, please be patient. I believe Mrs. Dursley has a greater need for my explanations."

Petunia nodded stiffly. She had countless questions in her heart.

And now, she could finally find someone of sufficient authority to learn everything about magic.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. Please forgive my rudeness, but I'll start right away."

Petunia then pulled a palm-sized notebook from her pocket, covered in densely packed questions.

Once McGonagall was seated, Petunia immediately began, "Professor, must my child go to a magic school?"

"Why can't she stay with us and study in a normal... that is, a Muggle school, as you call it?"

"That involves the issue of magical outbursts, Mrs. Dursley."

The two engaged in a question-and-answer session, and an hour quickly passed.

Dolly and Harry couldn't get a word in, but they didn't feel bored. Instead, they listened with great interest.

Although much of what McGonagall was explaining was common knowledge in the magical world, hearing these facts from McGonagall's mouth was a completely different feeling from reading them in books or seeing them in movies.

For example, McGonagall solemnly stated that the magical world was not dangerous; in fact, it was the safest it had been in a thousand years.

The magical world also had different countries, its own version of the United Nations, and even international travel and cooperation. Dumbledore was the greatest white wizard of all time.

When Petunia heard that the Ministry of Magic even cooperated with the Muggle government, she was utterly shocked. This greatly exceeded her understanding of wizards.

"After all, we live on the same land. We can't remain completely ignorant of each other," McGonagall explained patiently, and Petunia's tension gradually eased.

After she had crossed off all the questions in her little notebook, Petunia finally asked the last question in her heart.

"Professor McGonagall, if Dolly... and Harry go to the magical world..."

"Can Hogwarts guarantee their safety?"

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious, and she replied in an incredibly earnest tone.

"Mrs. Dursley, you should also know that there is no absolutely safe place in this world. Disasters and dangers happen in the Muggle world as well."

"However, I can promise you that if any danger arises, I will absolutely stand in front of them to protect them, until the moment I fall."

Looking at McGonagall's determined gaze, Petunia finally nodded slowly.

Finally, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, she said, "Professor McGonagall, you may have forgotten, but you were the one who came for my sister, Lily. I was there with you at the time."

"No, I haven't forgotten."

A kind smile appeared in McGonagall's eyes. "At that time, you asked me if you could also learn magic, and I had to apologetically tell you that you could not."

"Now, your daughter can experience the wonders of the magical world in your place. Perhaps this is also a way for you to fulfill your dream, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Petunia smiled shyly.

In front of McGonagall, she was still a child, seen through with a single glance.

But McGonagall was right. As a mother, who wouldn't want their child to live a more exciting life than they did?

"I agree, Professor McGonagall."

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