Sean returned to a state of poverty and desolation. When he returned to McGonagall's small villa, the sky was already dark.
At the same time, Holysee Orphanage had a sumptuous dinner for the first time on the garbage-strewn streets of Croydon District.
The new mysterious operator Rowan Taylor stood in the Entrance Hall, watching the children carefully stepping on the newly waxed wooden floor.
They were wearing clothes that were not too new but were clean and crisp, and the girls had their hair tied with rare ribbons. No one pushed, no one cried, even the youngest child just clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his eyes wide open and round.
A child looked at his plate full of stew and pudding, suddenly raised his head and asked:
"Is this really for me?"
"Of course, dear."
Rowan Taylor said.
"All?"
"All."
"Don't you need to share it with others?"
"No need."
The child, named Liam, picked up the fork, put it down, and then picked it up again. This process was repeated three times, as if to confirm that this too beautiful reality would not suddenly disappear.
"We want to know why... if this continues, whatever is required of us, we are willing to do... we will do a lot of work."
An older child came over cautiously, and his words made the older children who followed him nod vigorously.
Seeing them talking about the work they could do, Rowan Taylor's throat became hoarse.
"No need, kids..."
She looked at each of the little faces filled with fire and looked at their expectant eyes, and she knew that there had been someone whose eyes were burning with desire like this.
He didn't wait at that time, but they did.
"Because... someone has been here."
At night, Holysee Orphanage set up tombstones one after another. When they left quietly, everyone thought that no one cared and no one remembered them.
But, someone remembers.
Rowan Taylor was digging the hole herself. When the snowflakes melted on her hot body, many thin children ran out of the orphanage.
"We can help dig holes,"
said the older child.
"We can help move the earth."
said the younger child.
So Rowan Taylor's tears burned through the whole night, and when the tombstone was erected, she had already knelt on the ground.
She is not kneeling to anyone, but to all the suffering and kindness of mankind.
It's the last night of the party in McGonagall family's small villa.
Sarah I don't know what happened to his grandfather, but he became silent after a long trip.
He was the same as Grandma Minerva. The two of them stared into the distance for a long time. At this moment, dust was rising and a carriage was getting closer and closer.
"It's Brother Green!"
Sarah finally ate the last cookie with confidence. She knew that after the cold-looking but easy-to-talk wizard came back, she wouldn't be chased by her brothers and sisters.
"Sarah! You stole it again! This is our last piece!"
Bard exclaimed.
The little girl's last words before she turned into a cat were:
"The cat stealing food has nothing to do with Sarah."
So the dinner began.
Today's dinner was equally rich, but when Marcus·McGonagall announced the news that Minerva·Professor McGonagall and Sean were leaving, the cries of the little McGonagalls almost turned the entire roof off.
After dinner.
There were already three pitiful figures piled up in front of the spacious cabin upstairs.
They rolled in from the door just like they did at the beginning, and were caught by a large soft cushion made of books.
Sean sighed, he originally planned to go to Diagon Alley to ask for some Animal Party Biscuits, but Emily Gert didn't give any.
She pointed to the words engraved on each cookie and said:
"My beloved Mr. Green, the time is written on each cookie here, and it can only be distributed for five days at most.
If you, a Alchemy Master, have any business acumen, you should give poor Shopkeeper Gurt some more. Otherwise, those angry wizards might turn me into cookies.
Oh, do I look like a cookie to you? "
Emily Gert almost knocked Sean out of the store. Fortunately, her professionalism exceeded her personal emotions.
Sean had no choice but to bring some materials, and the night in the small villa became particularly busy and warm.
[You have practiced making Mrs. Liss Biscuit once as a skilled expert, and your proficiency level is +10]
[You have practiced making Mrs. Liss Biscuit once as a skilled expert, and your proficiency level is +10]
The three little McGonagall just looked at it, saying "Wow——" and "Oh——" under the firelight of the fireplace.
Sean thought three frogs came into the room.
Outside the door, at the bottom of the stairs, there are always two people talking about something:
"I need to know, is Hogwarts... really safe?"
It's the voice of Marcus·McGonagall.
"It's the safest place in the world."
Minerva·Professor McGonagall said calmly.
"I'll give him this Portkey, you know where this leads, Minerva."
"Marcus, this will increase your risk..."
"We are family, I have nothing to worry about. The only thing I am not sure about is whether a child like this will stay away from dangerous existence..."
Then the corridor fell into a long silence.
Early the next morning, Professor McGonagall did not pick up her suitcase, but Sean was still looking at Portkey Glove in her hand.
Portkey is an enchanted item that can teleport anyone who comes into contact with it to a designated location.
In most cases, Portkey will be an inconspicuous daily item, so as not to attract the attention of Muggle people. The feeling of traveling with the Portkey is similar to "a hook pulling hard behind the belly button", taking one to the destination.
Hogwarts can use Portkey. Before Hogwarts Express was opened, Portkey was a way to send students to Hogwarts without attracting the attention of Muggle.
However, Portkey is strictly supervised by Ministry of Magic. Before making this Portkey, you must apply to Ministry of Magic for registration. The consequences of using unapproved Portkey will be very serious. In the words of Lupin, "Taking your life is not enough."
But just like Dumbledore still boldly used it to go to Hogwarts in front of Ministry of Magic officials.
Someone will always realize that something trumps the rules.
While Sean was observing, a note also fell out of this Portkey Glove:
[Hide it in a place where you can easily get it, it can take you away from danger]
Under Beech Tree, Marcus·McGonagall said goodbye loudly, while the little McGonagalls were crying.
It was an early morning when no one said goodbye. Sean and the professor returned to the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.
This time, there is no need to count Sean and Knut, because even his wallet has disappeared.
The pockets of his robe were empty, but when his figure stood in the sun, it always carried a heavy weight.