Professor McGonagall studied Anne's tense expression carefully. Even she had not expected Logan Anderson's mother to react with such intense hostility toward magic.
Clearly, Anne held deep reservations about the wizarding world.
Which meant convincing her would be far more difficult than expected.
"Please forgive my bluntness, Mrs Anderson," Professor McGonagall said carefully, maintaining calm eye contact. "But your son is a born wizard. His talent is extraordinary beyond imagination, and only Hogwarts can properly teach him how to control this power."
Her tone softened slightly.
"The wizarding world is where he truly belongs."
Anne lowered her gaze toward Logan, her expression filled with conflict and worry. When she finally spoke, her voice carried the exhaustion of a frightened mother.
"Logan is a good child," she murmured quietly. "And yes… after everything I've seen today, I believe magic exists."
She tightened her arms around him.
"But that world of yours is unknown to us. Dangerous. I don't want him dragged into something frightening and unpredictable. He should live an ordinary, peaceful life."
Logan looked at her silently for several seconds before placing his hand gently over hers.
"Mum," he said softly, "I want to go to Hogwarts."
Anne stiffened slightly.
"I want to learn magic," Logan continued. "You've always trusted me growing up, haven't you? I've never disappointed you before."
He smiled faintly.
"So trust me one more time."
The truth was simple.
Logan genuinely wanted to attend Hogwarts.
For years, the warning left behind by that horrifying Outer God lingered constantly in the back of his mind like a ticking clock. Although life had remained peaceful so far, he never believed the danger had truly disappeared.
One day, Nyarlathotep might return.
And if that happened, Logan needed power.
Hogwarts represented his best opportunity to learn real magic. Without it, he had no reliable way of advancing his abilities beyond whatever the spellbook allowed.
More importantly, the grimoire had just issued him his first official mission.
Mission Objective: The Birth of a Legend
Mission Description:In this world where magic and mortal society coexist, the existence of wizards has already been revealed to you. In this dark and hopeless age, you are destined to leave behind a brilliant legend that will be remembered by countless people.
The path begins here.
Join Hogwarts and become a true wizard.
Mission Reward: Legendary Point ×1
Logan almost laughed when he first saw it.
The mission was practically free.
And the reward was incredibly tempting.
A full Legendary Point.
Over the years, Logan had gradually uncovered more secrets about the spellbook's true function. In his previous life, while designing the prototype for the grimoire cheat system, he had intentionally built it around a ridiculous concept:
Anything written into the spellbook could become reality.
After years of experimentation, he discovered the system had inherited that exact ability after crossing into this world.
Any magical skill written into the spellbook could be transformed into a real spell.
The grimoire itself automatically completed and perfected the structure. However, activating those spells required consuming Legendary Points.
The stronger or more complicated the spell became, the greater the cost.
Unfortunately, Legendary Points were painfully rare.
The system only generated one point per year naturally.
Since the spellbook awakened when Logan was eight years old, he currently possessed the miserable total of two points.
Two.
That was it.
Last year, out of curiosity, Logan attempted creating a large-scale spell inspired by a super-tier magic attack from an anime he remembered from his previous life.
The spell was called Skyfall.
Its concept was actually simple.
Gather enormous magical power.
Construct layered magical formations over a massive area.
Then unleash a devastating magical bombardment capable of obliterating everything beneath it.
While writing the spell, the caster needed to visualise the original scene clearly in their mind.
The description itself was straightforward, but the terrifying part lay in the spellbook's interpretation. After finishing the draft, the grimoire automatically evaluated and upgraded the spell into:
Forbidden Spell — Super-Tier Magic: Skyfall
At first, Logan laughed excitedly like an idiot.
Then he checked the activation cost.
The laughter stopped immediately.
Casting the spell would consume dozens of Legendary Points.
Dozens.
Logan nearly suffered a heart attack on the spot.
At that moment, he fully understood an eternal truth:
Equivalent exchange existed everywhere.
Still, the appearance of quests changed everything.
Originally, Logan believed Legendary Points could only accumulate through time. Now the system had suddenly issued a mission and rewarded points directly.
That meant Hogwarts probably contained more opportunities to trigger future quests.
And if the spellbook truly represented his only weapon against Nyarlathotep, then there had to be a deeper reason why the system specifically wanted him to attend Hogwarts.
Considering all of this, Logan had absolutely no reason to refuse.
In fact, refusing would be stupid.
After hearing her son insist repeatedly that he wanted to attend Hogwarts, Anne finally sighed helplessly. Unable to change Logan's mind, she turned toward her husband for support.
Surely Huggins would say something reasonable.
Instead, he stood frozen nearby with his mouth hanging open in complete fascination.
Anne immediately kicked him in the shin.
"What exactly are you doing?" she snapped.
Huggins yelped in pain before quickly straightening himself.
Unfortunately, he remained completely unreliable.
Rather than helping persuade Logan to stay home, Huggins had somehow become fully absorbed in discussing magic theory with Professor McGonagall.
"So what exactly is magic?" he asked eagerly. "Is it another form of undiscovered energy? Does Hogwarts teach adults too? Hypothetically speaking, if someone exceptionally talented wanted to enrol later in life—"
Professor McGonagall looked increasingly exhausted.
The elderly witch genuinely had no idea how to answer half his questions. She was a professor, not a philosopher capable of explaining the fundamental mysteries of the universe.
More importantly, Huggins was terrifyingly enthusiastic.
If not for the fact that she deeply valued Logan's talent and wanted to maintain good relations with his family, she might have transformed into a cat and escaped through the window already.
Eventually, even Professor McGonagall reached her limit.
After explaining several important details regarding Hogwarts, school supplies, and platform access, she immediately prepared to leave before Huggins could ask whether magic could solve his back pain.
From that day onward, Huggins Anderson officially became the Muggle Professor McGonagall disliked the most.
....
Hidden deep within the endless forests near Hogsmeade, Scotland, beside the dark waters of the Black Lake, stood the ancient castle known as Hogwarts.
That evening, within the Headmaster's office high inside the castle towers, Professor McGonagall reported everything she had witnessed to Albus Dumbledore.
Naturally, she paid special attention to Logan Anderson.
Several minutes later, Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes.
His fingers tapped lightly against the wooden desk in steady rhythm.
Then, at last, he spoke.
"You are telling me," he said slowly, "that a boy not yet eleven years old already possesses magical reserves comparable to sixth or seventh-year students preparing to graduate?"
"Yes," Professor McGonagall replied firmly. "I am absolutely certain."
Her expression remained serious.
"If he were older and capable of properly controlling his power, I might not have noticed so easily. But his magic is overflowing naturally. The amount is… astonishing."
Dumbledore trusted McGonagall completely.
Not only was she Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, but her magical abilities ranked among the finest in Britain. If she claimed the child possessed extraordinary magical power, then it was undoubtedly true.
Still, hearing it aloud caused Dumbledore's thoughts to drift elsewhere.
Several years ago, he had sensed an unusual magical disturbance somewhere in Britain.
A terrifying fluctuation.
Violent.
Chaotic.
Almost like the silent eruption of something deeply unnatural.