Marcus·McGonagall is the younger brother of Professor McGonagall. Their family all sincerely welcome the arrival of Sean.
But the animals on the farm were in bad luck.
Soon Sean had a separate room in the place with the best view in the entire villa.
The life here is leisurely and comfortable, the farm is very large, and the Marcus·McGonagall family is relatively wealthy.
The dinner party is always extravagantly sumptuous, and Marcus·McGonagall's enthusiasm persists all day long, as if in the blink of an eye, there will be no one around Minerva·McGonagall.
"Hey! My dear little guy! Want to try riding a horse?"
Marcus·McGonagall has a familiar temperament. Although he is forty years older than Sean, he has no airs at all.
Oh, by the way, he is a male witch, but his grandchildren are not.
When mentioning this, male witch's eyes were unusually deep and somewhat complicated.
Another point is that several other middle-aged wizards came to the villa today (Sean guessed they were in their thirties), and they were extremely excited when they saw the professor. But Sean didn't see their father Little Robert·McGonagall in the photo in the living room.
At night.
Warm and bright room.
Sean waved his wand, and a shelled Salamander ran out of the fireplace. It bit a branch and turned it into ashes.
[You practiced Advanced Transfiguration once with expert standards, and your proficiency level +1000]
Sean has never stopped practicing Transfiguration, and now his [expert] level Transfiguration has arrived:
[Title, Transfiguration Master]
[Transfiguration: Expert level (212000/300000)]
With this progress, by the end of the first school year, he will at least be able to reach the threshold of a master.
Outside the door, several heads gathered together,
The little McGonagalls looked at Salamander running out, and then they all said "Wow——".
"Is he a wizard?"
The one who spoke was Sarah·McGonagall. She was lying on the top of the crack in the door. Below were her brother and sister: Bard·McGonagall and Zoe·McGonagall.
"I guess so, he has really nice eyes."
Zoe·McGonagall responded.
There was a loud meow in the distance, and a pure white cat rushed in through the crack of the door, then landed in front of Sean's desk and rubbed his head against Sean's hand.
Sean touched the white cat and it purred.
"He is just like the wizard in fairy tales. I think he can turn you into a cat, Sarah."
Bard seems to be looking forward to it.
"Can we come in? We want to give you a Christmas present. Mr. Green."
He knocked on the door and said politely.
The door opened by itself.
The three of them rolled in one after another because they were still leaning against the door.
A few soft cushions held them down, and Sean saw that they were still holding the delicately wrapped gifts high even when they were rolling.
So these gift boxes floated up.
"Whoa-oh, I mean, can you turn Sarah into a cat? She's been looking forward to this."
Bard asked sheepishly.
Sean nodded, took out the gift he prepared and exchanged it with them.
Soon they took the cookies and went outside to play, and politely closed the door before leaving.
Soon their voices came from the corridor:
"Oh my God! He is really a wizard, and he is the kind of kind wizard in fairy tales who is willing to help others! It is exactly the same as the one in the story I read!"
"You have turned into a cat, Sarah. By the way, can you still talk? Don't run, Sarah!"
Then there was a thumping sound, and several McGonagalls ran downstairs noisily.
Night has officially arrived. Sean put down the gift box and noticed the night outside the window.
The stars are always brighter in the countryside, and the beech trees are high and low, forming a profound and quiet night scene.
Sean's wand is a little above his head, and his figure is like a shadow blending into the darkness. It's Disillusionment Charm. Because he was going to practice Transfiguration outside the villa. At this time, he seemed to overhear something.
"Minerva, he... and you, are both in Hogwarts? You know what I'm talking about - Hogwarts with Dumbledore here."
It was the voice of Marcus·McGonagall. His enthusiastic voice suddenly became deep.
"Yeah."
Professor McGonagall's voice is very soft.
"That's good, will you come with me to visit Little Robert's grave tomorrow..."
"... According to what you said, Marcus."
"Minerva, Magical World are not stable. I have a house with Fidelius Charm in Canary Wharf. If anything happens, bring him over. He is a very good child. Even Persian, my Kneazle likes him very much."
"Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, Marcus."
"I only believe in myself and believe that the people in the Ministry of Magic organization are dead. You know, Little Robert has already paid the price for us.
I respect your choice, but please respect my choice, and don't dive too deep into it, because the child still needs you. "
"There are a lot of kids who need me."
"I knew it would be like this, Minerva."
There was a long silence, and Sean gradually thought about it.
One of Professor McGonagall's two younger brothers died in a terrorist attack when Voldemort was in power.
Time slipped away quietly.
Sean stood on the bank of the quiet lake, looking at the calm lake surface, when a Water Snakes suddenly jumped out.
[You practiced Advanced Transfiguration once with expert standards, and your proficiency level +1000]
He put away his wand. The gaze is as calm and deep as the lake.
Voldemort killed many people and committed many atrocities in Magical World.
These atrocities may seem distant, but for those who died tragically in terrorist attacks and their grieving relatives, they will only be a wound that will never heal.
Every grain of sand of the times is like a big mountain when it falls on a person's head.
The calm lake surface is like the magical mirror in Hogwarts Castle.
Professor Dumbledore naturally skipped the Hogwarts Castle scene, but only Sean knew that it was a distant wish.
Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore...
They knew what they were facing, but they didn't know it.
The lake surged again, and the flames ignited in the center of the lake, finally turning into Fire Crab's hard armor.
Sean looked at the crab, and the firelight also illuminated him.
[You practiced Advanced Transfiguration once according to the standard of a master, and your proficiency is +3000]
Sean once again put away the wand tiredly, but his eyes were not as calm as before.
He looked at himself from a distance on the lake, just like he looked at himself in front of Mirror of Erised that day.
"Only one person knows the ending of the story, so even if only one person has to stick to it, it will only be me."
Stars twinkle in the night sky. Those who look up at the stars will know their own insignificance, but small people can occasionally create greatness.