One thousand two hundred Gold Galleons?!
How could he remember that it wasn't this number?
"Oh, take it, kid—"
As if he had anticipated Sean's confusion, a note floated out of the bag.
Sean looked up, and Headmaster Dumbledore was blinking at him.
Hogwarts is really rich...
Sean silently put away the bag. This is also a valuable item. Due to the use of Chizpurfle's leather and complex alchemy process, the price has remained high.
Now Sean's black bag is full of wealth:
A Undetectable Extension Charm bag containing one thousand two hundred Gold Galleons, some notes of knowledge from the greatest pharmacist, a yellowed and wear-resistant letter...
Sean has never felt that his steps are so brisk. The golden light pours through the huge windows onto the ancient stone walls, and the warmth seems to be palpable.
The moving portraits on the walls were also busy: a wizard in a wig took a nap in the frame, with a buzzing bee on his hat; the lady in the next frame, together with her pet cat, sang a tuneless song to a little faun playing the flute in a landscape painting.
Until a reckless knight grabbed the pony and rushed out of the way:
"Little Green!"
Sean stopped when he heard a familiar voice.
"Thank you for your help, ser."
"Not worth mentioning——"
Jazz seemed to have heard what he wanted to hear, so he left here humming a small tune.
Fat Lady, who was nearby, chuckled:
"Sir - you can't help but show off -"
Violet's face was still a little red, and he didn't say anything. He just looked at the knight with bright eyes. At this time, he couldn't climb on the pony, but everyone knew that when you need a noble mind and a strong body, the knight will definitely appear.
Just like the canvas of Fat Lady's portrait was cut into pieces by the manic fugitives Sirius·Black with a knife, only Sir Cadogan bravely volunteered to become the new guard of Gryffindor Tower.
In the last Battle of Hogwarts, he also accompanied Harry all the way in the portraits on the wall, cheering Harry loudly and preparing to fight to the end.
Noble soul, strong body, fearless courage...
Sean Watching Jazz go away, a complex and passionate emotion filled his heart.
He started walking again, faster and faster, and finally heard the whistling wind in his ears.
In Sean's destination, Transfiguration's classroom, Minerva·McGonagall watched the little wizard's getting closer and closer for a long time.
Her eyes flashed with relief, but her brows did not relax for a moment, and in the end, her stern face only remained profound.
A few ravens flew by at dusk, and the whispers of Professor McGonagall were drowned out by their calls.
As we enter October, the weather is getting colder, the rain is increasing, and the nights are getting darker, but mud, wind and rain can't destroy the warm fire in the fireplace.
When Sean trotted over, her deep face also softened:
"There is no Transfiguration practice today, have a good rest, Mr. Green,"
After she finished speaking, she keenly noticed the corners of Sean's subconsciously raised mouth. Her voice was gentle but powerful.
"Life is still a long road,
You will go through hardships along the way,
Mr. Green.
So,
no matter what you do,
You have to keep that hopeful smile on your face. "
Transfiguration In the classroom.
Minerva·McGonagall hasn't written a letter for a long time. This time, she wanted to go to the orphanage named Holysee.
Her eyebrows were lowered, and her hands kept moving.
"Minerva, I haven't seen you write a letter for a long time..."
Dumbledore did not know when he appeared in the classroom. It was rare that he did not tease him. His tone was full of kindness and subtlety... testing?
Professor McGonagall paused, and the floating Quill paused for a moment:
"Forgive me, Albus,
Unless you, like me, see the barren soil with your own eyes,
That kid gritted his teeth and walked a long way..."
a lonely child,
A child without a family,
A child who emerged from the cold winter and barren soil,
A child who has ten thousand reasons to complain and twist.
In that thin body, she saw nothing but a strong and kind soul.
It was pouring rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as if it had been coated with a sticky black potion, but the room was bright and cheerful.
The firelight illuminated countless soft armchairs, where people sat reading, chatting, and doing homework.
As for the twin brothers Fred and George·Weasley, they are studying what will happen if a Salamander eats some Fainting Fancies.
Fred "rescued" this bright orange-red lizard from Care of Magical Creatures class's class. At this moment, it was lying on a table burning sullenly, surrounded by a group of curious people.
After a crowd of curious eyes, Sean was taking out a strange note from his bag. Ming Ming Junxiu's handwriting was inexplicably crooked. When Sean looked at it from a different angle, the words inside looked like a dog crawling and became normal.
[Dear Mr. Green:
I was both gratified and touched by your passion for knowledge from Minerva.
Honeydukes and Sherbet Lemon may be sweet to the taste, but a tireless thirst for knowledge is the light that can truly light up the magical world.
I have carefully considered your request to stay in school during the summer. I am pleased to inform you, Mr. Green. Permission to stay in school requires meeting the following conditions:
——You need to continue to maintain excellent magic level, this will be the most important judging criterion;
——You need at least three personal letters of recommendation from teachers (including the dean of the college), proving that you are not only talented, but also responsible and team spirit.
——You need at least one special contribution: whether it is helping Madam Pince organize books, or caring for and protecting magical plants, I want to see how you turn your talents into actions that benefit others. The greatness of the magical world has always coexisted with a sense of responsibility.
In addition, if you decide to stay in school, you can come to my office for tea every Saturday morning.
Finally, no matter what, please remember that Hogwarts's fireplace will always have a warm flame for you]
Sean held the envelope. He didn't expect that he just mentioned this matter casually, and Professor McGonagall fought for his qualifications again.
Hogwarts, who never allowed students to stay in school during the summer vacation, actually opened the door for him.
In contrast, Mr. Tom Riddle, who was once extremely favored and followed by the entire school, did not receive this kind of treatment.
Then the fire in the fireplace seemed to become more intense.
The sunset touched a thin cloud, and Dumbledore lovingly stroked the wings of Fawkes. He seemed to see the smug little wizard through the colored window.
Ah... a new beginning, a... right start.