"There is no letter sent, no one to contact, and I don't even know my birthday..."
Beside the long table, Justin whispered something to Hermione.
At this moment, the first ray of sunlight has passed through the towering stained glass windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the long academy dining table. The air was filled with the sweet smell of toasted bread, fried bacon and Pumpkin Juice, but it was almost drowned out by the loud noise.
Sean Not far away, several second-year students were debating a certain magic gesture fiercely, dancing and making gestures, almost spilling the jam;
There was a burst of exclamation from the Hufflepuff side. A round-faced boy took out a piece of Cauldron Cake from the package. The Little Badger members of the "Never-Hungry Club" club almost jumped on it;
The Gryffindor table was even more lively. A group of students gathered around to watch Captain Quidditch of Gryffindor showing off his new broom maintenance tools, chattering non-stop.
Suddenly, there was a flapping sound from far to near, like thousands of small drums beating at the same time.
"Here comes the owl!"
I don't know who shouted.
The noise reached its peak in an instant, and then quickly turned into a buzzing sound mixed with anticipation and nervousness.
Dozens of owls poured into the Great Hall like a gray tide. They flew in from the high windows on all sides and hovered under the enchanted ceiling.
Letters, packages, magazines rained down.
"It's a reply."
Hermione put away the letters from home. Although the letters from the owl were delivered as they were sent, they would not be too short.
However, the arrival of couriers will generally not be crowded, because the owls will arrive as scheduled every day, which will not cause a large accumulation of letters.
In the history of Hogwarts, there was also a chaotic situation where a large number of owls rushed into the Great Hall.
That was when Gilderoy·Lockhart was studying at Hogwarts. Out of vanity, he mailed eight hundred Valentine's Day greeting cards to himself when he was Valentine's Day.
"It's a reply."
Justin also put the letter away, but his voice was very low. He looked at the little wizard beside him. His Quill kept writing something in his notebook. Even though there was an ice pack on his head and his ears were still steaming from drinking Pepperup Potion, it did not stop him from studying non-stop.
On the long table above Great Hall, there is obviously more than one pair of eyes like this.
Justin's eyebrows were lowered, and his hands unconsciously tightened his robe.
In this low-pressure atmosphere, he spoke:
"Scotland's winter is very cold. I... have never seen his robe."
"I would say... those losses shaped him, right?"
Hermione seemed to be talking about a robe, but it didn't seem to be the case. When she was looking for something to make up for, she came face to face with those tired green pupils and a pale face, so she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
"No, Hermione,"
Justin turned his head away, his face was difficult to see clearly in the darkness of the light,
"I think what he needed during those cold winters was not strength but safety."
When Mr. Owl said those words, Justin felt that his blood was about to boil.
"There is no one to contact... of course it's a lie! Ha - there is a wizard who wants to contact him specifically -"
"Mr. Owl, you mean——!"
"I never disdain low-level lies!"
"Merlin...Merlin's owl!"
"I am the owl of Lady Ravenclaw!"
"Oh, sorry, sorry, Mr. Owl."
Justin My brain is short-circuited at this moment.
Yes, yes, Sean is so outstanding and talented, how could he be abandoned?
There must be a special reason that caused him to become homeless.
He will not question Mr. Owl. This magical gentleman existed when Hogwarts was first established. The Gryffindor Short Story he casually told was the funniest joke he had ever heard.
If it says that there is a wizard who wants to contact Sean, then there must be, and there is a high probability that it will be...
Justin, Oh my God! What a great thing you have done!
Ms. Liliana·Finley will definitely be proud of you!
"Mr. Owl, please——"
Justin is already a plea.
"Heh-I just have one question-"
"A hundred will do!"
"Is an owl an eagle?"
"Of course!"
"I will take action on this matter myself - go find your friends!"
Mr. Owl flapped its wings, Justin never thought that an owl could also shine.
"Sean, Sean, you have to come here."
Justin When he entered the classroom in a hurry,
Sean is reading "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" and notes, thinking about the teaching that will come soon.
Knockback Jinx, Repelling Charm, which is a type of Dark Arts.
Among the four types of magic spells: Charm, Curse, Jinx, and Hex,
The ending of Jinx means that Repelling Charm is a type of curse - the least negative, annoying but interesting.
However, Professor Flitwick was very cautious in teaching. He gave Sean a notebook, which mostly contained the side effects of Dark Arts. The first sentence on the cover read:
[Caution and restraint are the first points to learn Dark Arts]
"Sean, come with me, hurry up..."
The anxious smile on Justin's face couldn't be suppressed at all, and the ridiculous amount of care he and Hermione had received during the past few days made Sean feel helpless.
It's hard to imagine that he just closed his eyes for two seconds and Justin and Hermione covered him with a blanket and turned off the lights.
"Yeah."
No matter how he thought about it, Sean still nodded.
The fireplace was burning fiercely, and behind the raging flames were three faces with different expressions——
Justin and Hermione were almost so nervous that they couldn't breathe, while Sean was a little confused——
They asked me to come here just to warm themselves up by the fire?
... it seems pretty good.
"Yes, Hermione, family, real family..."
Sean heard Justin mumbling to himself, and Hermione straightened up his body and blushed. He didn't know whether it was because the fireplace was too warm or because he was too nervous...
Suddenly a handful of powder appeared out of thin air in the fireplace.
Justin and Hermione completely held their breath, and even Sean looked at the fireplace expectantly.
——A serious face appeared in front of them.
"How could it be... how could it be..."
Justin was completely stunned.
"Mr. Owl, what did you do..."
"Professor."
"Professor."
"Professor McGonagall."
Sean was not disappointed, he had never seen the professor in the fireplace.
The professor who has shrunk a little is really amazing.
Professor McGonagall glanced at the room casually and knew that this was what the owl did.
She agreed briefly and saw a pair of curious and sincere eyes.
Then her eyes softened completely:
"Sean·Mr. Green."
"Although I was surprised to see such a gentle Professor McGonagall, well, it's worth it, but this is not what I want!"
Justin said to himself distressedly.
Hermione rolled his eyes at him angrily:
"It is well known that Professor McGonagall is optimistic about Sean, and it is normal for her to want to contact Sean. There is only one person who is a fool."
At this time Sean was closing the fireplace, and he heard Justin's low voice:
"I'm sorry, Sean, I thought..."
"Justin, this is not your fault. You have done enough. I am very grateful."
Sean picked up Professor Flitwick's notes,
"It doesn't matter what I lost. What's important is that I still have something, such as friends."
"Friendship is the shaking of two hearts."
Justin seemed to hear his mother whispering. This time, his heart was about to be broken.