She saw Harry enter and rose, setting her cup down. "I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Potter. I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft."
Harry was so surprised at this that he blurted out the first thought in his head. "Your data just arrived, mother."
Wanda and Albert smiled while Professor McGonagall sighed. This was not going as planned at all. Something was very wrong here. "Mr. Potter, did you receive your Hogwarts letter?"
Harry nodded. "Just this morning. I have to say it was quite the interesting puzzle before breakfast." He looked at Professor McGonagall curiously. "What was the purpose of it? I thought it was an advertising gimmick of some type."
"Mr. Potter, it is not a Gimmick," Minerva said severely, frowning slightly at him. "Hogwarts is the finest school in Great Britain for young Wizards."
Harry frowned. "Are you trying to say that you believe in Magic?" he asked skeptically.
Professor McGonagall frowned again. Many Muggles didn't believe in magic, but she had not expected that attitude from this child, not when he glowed so brightly with magic.
"Mr. Potter, have you ever experienced anything you could not explain?"
Harry nodded. "Many things, but with enough experiments, almost everything can be explained and duplicated."
Minerva McGonagall sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. This was going to be a very long meeting.