When Sean came back, the conversation in the small villa started again:
"Minerva, let him decide, okay? Before that, I want to teach him something."
"As you said, Marcus."
Then the two separated.
Sean, who was in a dilemma downstairs, also went upstairs.
"Huh? Why is there an extra cat at home?"
Before leaving, Sean heard one last question coming from downstairs.
One of the best ways for an old wizard to build a relationship with another young wizard is to teach him magic, but Marcus·McGonagall found that he seemed to have lost this opportunity.
"What did you teach him?!"
Marcus·McGonagall ran out of the room in embarrassment, feeling completely annoyed.
"It's his talent."
Minerva·McGonagall is drinking tea. She has been away from here for a long time. She may not be able to drink the tea made by her brother for a long time.
"It's really..."
Marcus·McGonagall As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.
"Fortunately, I have some bottom-of-the-box stuff..."
He plopped down next to Minerva, watching the steaming heat blur the elm windows and the farm scenery.
The most spacious room upstairs.
"Mr. Green?"
Bard is knocking on the door.
"If you were here, we would come in."
Sarah whispered.
"You still need others to agree, Sarah."
Zoe corrected.
"Oh, I forgot—if you were here and allowed—"
Sarah happily changed his mind.
By this time the room was empty.
The little McGonagalls wanted to come to him for fourteen of the fifteen hours they were awake. Sean ran out silently, of course, in the state of a cat.
As he uses cookies more often and his understanding of Transfiguration deepens, he can now transform into Black Cat for half an hour.
At the same time, he discovered that his control over his body was also increasing, and seemed to exceed that of ordinary cats.
"Green?"
Caught off guard, Sean was lifted up, and he jumped back into the wizard form.
"Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall seems to be a lot more relaxed here, far less strict than he was in the castle, but seeing him change back, he seems a little disappointed.
"You feel it? The wizard's Animagus didn't just Transfiguration become an animal.
A cat's speed is about twenty-five miles (forty kilometers) per hour, but the wizard Transfiguration's Animagus can easily reach the limit of thirty miles (forty-eight kilometers). Sometimes even higher, the magic isn't completely lost, kid.
You should learn to master these powers, and sometimes it will bring unexpected results. "
Professor McGonagall explained gently.
Soon, two cats appeared under Beech Tree. It was Sean who was learning some techniques for mastering animal bodies from the professor.
For example, cats can pass through small gaps, but Sean cannot;
For example, cats can use whiskers to increase their perception, and neither can Sean;
For example, the professor can even overtake a car on the road (about fifty kilometers per hour), but Sean certainly cannot.
Sunlight spreads in the soil and rice fields, and a Black Cat lies on the place where the straw is piled, panting.
The honey-like sunlight smeared on him, so warm that it almost melted him.
Beside him, Tabby Cat looked at him elegantly, with human joy in his vertical eyes.
The warm sunshine in winter is always more valuable than in other seasons, and it also illuminates the rice fields like Oil Painting in Hogwarts Castle.
Marcus·McGonagall didn't dare to blink, so he could only suppress his breathing and hide behind the forklift.
The days in McGonagall family fly by very quickly.
One morning, an owl flew in from the window, carrying many newspapers in its mouth, not only "Daily Prophet", but also "The Guardian", "The Independent" and "The Times" by Muggle.
McGonagall family's things will always belong to Sean, whether he needs them or not, so Sean will also take some time to look at them.
"The Times" has a serious front page, with a large photo of Gulf War's fighter plane and a solemn title, always analyzing and promoting the situation.
At the bottom of the front page, it tells that the traditional "orphanage" model has completely transformed into "small family-style care."
With Diadem's grand words, everyone knows that this is a typical "burden-shedding": For local governments in poor areas, closing and outsourcing care institutions that are difficult to operate and costly is equivalent to shedding a heavy financial burden.
Even though they knew that the private sector might compromise service quality for the sake of profit, under the financial and political pressures of the time, this was described as the only option.
"Haha - of course they don't care about those stupid pig-like beasts."
Marcus·McGonagall seemed a little indignant.
Sean opened the newspaper, and there was news about Holysee on it.
There is still one last day left to stay at McGonagall family. Tomorrow Sean will return to Hogwarts.
He felt that time was running out, so he touched the silver owl's fluffy head:
"Hurry up."
The owl rubbed his palm, then spread its wings and flew away.
"White Owl" is the owl of Sean. Its speed is much faster than other owls. When it fell into the abandoned street of London and returned to the hands of its former owner, the sun had not yet moved to the center.
"Hurry up."
Its previous owner told it the same thing.
So at noon, Sean received a letter from Rowan Taylor:
[Dear Sean·Green,
Boy, are you sure you want to do this?
I will stay at London King's Cross Station for an afternoon, looking forward to your arrival or rejection.
——Yours faithfully: Rowan Taylor]
Sean silently put away the letter. McGonagall family's farm is not far from London. With the help of some means of transportation, he can make a round trip quickly.
So he set off, the wind whistling past his ears, and he was already on a carriage.
He is completely free in McGonagall family, in every way.
Croydon District.
The streets here are always piled with garbage. Next to the peeling paint door, the faded "Oak Children's Home" nameplate hangs crookedly on it, shaking dust in the wind.
Sean moved to Diagon Alley, then came to London King's Cross Station, and finally appeared here with Ms. Rowan Taylor.
He took one last look at the furnishings here, and left under Ms. Rowan's increasingly blurry eyes.
His wallet was so deflated that he had to sell Undetectable Extension Charm bag together to get enough money.
This is not a difficult decision to make, just like the conversation that took place on the London King's Cross Station station:
"Are you sure you want to do this? My child, I will run this orphanage. You will not get any profit, even..."
At that time, Sean's eyes were extremely bright, and he smiled slightly and said:
"I'm just repeating what happened before."
Rowan Taylor, her vision was completely blurred. She did not expect that hope always comes from the poorest soil.