Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 270

Two hours before the biggest water leak in the history of Hogwarts, Comrade Dumbledore, the old headmaster, was instructing Professor McGonagall something: "That's it, Professor McGonagall, Hogwarts will be handed over to you in the next week. already."

Professor McGonagall coughed twice, her face expressionless, but she was actually a little proud in her heart. As a vice-principal, she is really trusted, "This is of course Principal Dumbledore, I will do my best to the vice-principal. Responsibility—just like I've always done."

After becoming vice-principal, Professor McGonagall hadn't been involved in a Quidditch game in a long time. She tried hard to restrain her desire to "twist her body and grab the Snitch and yell at me, hey idiots can't catch up with me." His hair was meticulously braided, and he showed a serious expression in line with the position of vice-principal all day long.

After a long period of exercise, she can handle almost all emergencies well, from the death eaters attacking the castle to the small children knocking the corners of their mouths.

Who dares to say that Professor McGonagall is not a competent Vice-Chancellor? Even Voldemort could not utter such words.

Dumbledore brought up the worn out cowhide suitcase on the table, then smiled and looked at Professor McGonagall, "Of course I trust you completely, Minerva, but recently I suddenly felt the joy of divination, so I made a special note before going out. I predicted-"

"If tea divination really has its truth, then I see that some small things may happen recently..."

"You mean what might go wrong with this International Confederation of Wizards Conference?" Professor McGonagall's face became serious, and she frowned, "Indeed, this conference seems to be held earlier than the last time at least One month, this seems to be an application from country m, and I don't know what happened..."

"Maybe there's nothing to pay more attention to?" Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Minerva, you always push yourself too hard, and you may need to relax when the semester is over, which I admire very much. You are serious and rigorous, but sometimes you can choose to be yourself, which will not affect your ability to be an excellent vice-principal.”

Professor McGonagall raised his neck slightly and objected to Dumbledore's words, "One thing, Headmaster Dumbledore, I have always been myself, and my character is serious and rigorous."

She didn't intend to admit that she suppressed herself too tightly, and Dumbledore just mentioned a few words out of concern among friends, and quickly skipped the topic, "Of course, Minerva, I have to go, if Sri Lanka Professor Napp is looking for me during my absence, or sending me any letters, please tell him, if that is the case, I have my own considerations."

"All the best, Headmaster Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall nodded. She could guess what Dumbledore was talking about. After all, there was another professor in the castle who didn't know the Black Bat's position on the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. brooding.

Dumbledore quickly disappeared, Professor McGonagall came out of the headmaster's office, and the stone guard squatting beside her bowed her head slightly to greet her.

"What to do now?"

Professor McGonagall folded his arms and walked slowly while thinking, "There are still two students' homework left to review... Is the thing taught recently too obscure and difficult to understand? I feel that several students can't keep up, maybe they have to Who to talk to, Anna Lawrence, that child was out of school some time ago, I don't know if I can keep up with the progress..."

"There are also several manuscripts sent by "Transfiguration Today". There are still many places to be changed. What happened to them? The most basic rules of Gamp's deformation are wrong. How did such articles get selected..."

Mag returned to her office, closed the door, and kept all the noise out. She took off the wizard hat and hung it on the hanger beside her, patted the dust that might exist on her body, and then skillfully sat on her office chair. , waved his wand and directed the teapot to pour himself a cup of hot tea.

very quiet.

Holding the teacup, Mag suddenly felt a little dazed.

It was so quiet that there was no sound at all, which reminded her of a night six years ago. That night was also very quiet. Suddenly there was no sound at home. No one was crying for lamb chops. Mumble about the troubles at work, and there is no familiar snoring.

At St. Mungo's, McGonagall responded to everyone's concern and condolences by standing by the hospital bed covered with white cloth, she didn't have a single tear, she didn't know what she was doing, but she dealt with everyone perfectly, and later also Had an impeccable funeral for his husband.

It wasn't until that quiet night that McGonagall, who had been busy and relaxed, suddenly realized that she had lost that person forever.

Professor McGonagall's left hand was involuntarily pinched, her nails sinking into her flesh, as if only in this way could she suppress the memories of suddenly running out to attack her for no apparent reason.

She shook her head, took a deep breath, put down the teacup, picked up the unfinished homework on the table, and shifted her attention to other things to help herself not to think about the past.

Perhaps Professor McGonagall has been so busy, it is the result of her deliberate pursuit.

"Gu," the sudden owl call broke the silence, Mag heaved a sigh of relief, and greeted the visitor with a smile, but the owl didn't stop, it left the letter and flew away, without greeting or greeting, it was A busy working model owl.

McGonagall's smile stiffened on her face, she walked over and picked up the letter, "From Malcolm McGonagall", McGonagall almost dropped the letter on the ground.

It was a letter from her brother.

Professor McGonagall has two younger brothers, one named Malcolm McGonagall and the other named Robert McGonagall Jr. Both of them have been troublesome since they were young. As the eldest sister, Minerva has to deal with all kinds of messes for them. They can't be idle, but the three of them have a good relationship with each other.

The two troublesome younger brothers finally grew up with complete arms and legs, and their respective emotional paths were not as bumpy as the elder sister. Perhaps this is one of the few things that Minerva has been pleased with over the years.

"...Minerva, it's been the last time since we met. Just kidding, it's probably two years ago. It really surprised even the insensitive goblin. I'm about to forget that always What does the grumpy sister holding my ear look like!"

"We were all looking forward to your return at Christmas, but you suddenly shied away on the grounds of managing the students, much to the dismay of Tok, who was still waiting for his dear aunt to come back and turn the Christmas tree into chocolate. Where's the fountain! We don't know how to comfort him."

"Dear Minerva, Hogwarts is about to have a holiday. You should relax this holiday. You have put too much pressure on yourself, and occasionally be yourself. Robert Jr. drank and said that he missed it very much. The grumpy old lady from the past, even if you chased and knocked on his head with a Quidditch bat, he misses him - do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Professor McGonagall raised the corner of her mouth slightly, her younger brother was still the same as before, and even at this age, his personality was still the same as before.

"Anyway, it's time for us to get together, Robert Jr. and I got Quidditch tickets, Quidditch! You can't say no now, can you? Whether it's shouting with Loud Spell, or Excited to turn other viewers into possums, we are all with you, don't forget you and us."

"No matter what happens, we're still here, let yourself relax Minerva, although you've said before that you don't want to be a witch who gets stumped by family like your mother, so you've been working harder than anyone else and you're even right Very cruel yourself...I just wanted to say...you're good enough now, so stop and look at us for a while."

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, folded the letter and placed it on the desk. After a while of silence, she opened the drawer, which contained several photos.

One of them is a family photo of some years old. The little girl in formal dress is sitting in the middle of the front row, holding the hands of her two younger brothers awkwardly and showing a stiff smile to the camera. That is Professor McGonagall when she was a child. She rarely takes pictures.

The two younger brothers next to her laughed more brightly, and Robert Jr. was still holding unfinished candy in the other hand.

Behind the three children are their parents.

Ordinary Muggle father Robert McGonagall, he is a priest and a devout believer. He believes that heaven will send messengers to welcome everyone, and he also believes that doing evil things will lead to hell. He often forgives everyone in church. The sins of the man, and he would have everyone holding hands to thank all the gifts before the meal - but he didn't think there was anything wrong with marrying an "evil" witch.

Ordinary wizard mother Isabel Rose, a lucky and unfortunate witch who should have a bright future, fell in love with a Muggle priest, hid her identity as a witch and eloped with the priest until she gave birth to the magical child Minerva. She had to reveal the fact that she was a witch. She thought that a man who was a priest would not accept her identity, but in fact she really underestimated love.

Professor McGonagall took out this family portrait, and brushed her mother's face with her fingers. She once swore that she would not become a woman who was tied to all kinds of trivial matters like her mother. UU reading www.uukanshu.com will never give up because of feelings. Her own freedom and future, and the hard to hide experience in the Muggle world made her firmly believe that her mother did something wrong...

But now, looking closely at my mother's face, the smile in that photo is very bright—

That was the mother's choice, and she never regretted it.

"I have my choices too, but again, I have no regrets."

Professor McGonagall was silent for a while, waved his wand and turned a few scraps of paper into a photo frame, then put this family portrait in it, stared at it for a while, and placed the photo frame in the vacant position in the upper right corner of the desktop.

The little girl's expression in the family portrait didn't seem so stiff, as if the awkward child finally reconciled with her family.

Maybe it's time to go back and have a look.

Professor McGonagall took out the stationery, took out the pen and prepared to write back to her brother, with a rare warm smile on her face, "My stupid brother, if it's an invitation to Quidditch, of course I won't refuse it, but shouting Yelling and turning people into possums are obviously things you guys do, and I have to make that clear..."

As soon as he wrote the beginning, his thoughts were interrupted by violent shaking, and Professor McGonagall drew a long, long straight line with a flick of his hand—

Ugh? Why is Hogwarts Castle rocking?

Professor McGonagall's head hummed suddenly, unable to react for a while.

Then she heard a noise from outside that the wooden door with the soundproofing spell couldn't resist—

"It's broken! It's leaking at Hogwarts—"

"The Slytherin lounge is flooded—"

Click.

The pen in Mag's hand was crushed by her.

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