The early morning sun has risen, spreading her light and warmth to the earth and the entire community. The green shade outside the window swayed gently with the breeze, sprinkling soft golden spots on the window glass.

　　 It’s just that now no one knows how many times such a beautiful sunrise can be seen.

　　 Everyone in the living room has gradually dispersed. When a new day arrives, everyone has things to do. Compared with the helpless disasters and changes, it is their job to teach students to learn. Even if they lose school for a while, they still have to do what they should do.

　　 Only Minerva and the two Muggle women she brought have not left yet.

　　 The three of them sat at the small round table in front of the window, bounded by the window, two Muggles sat at one end, and Minerva sat at the other end.

　　 The atmosphere on the small round table seemed a bit cold.

Behind the temporary bar not far away, Aberforth was still rubbing his goblet boredly as usual, only occasionally glanced at the three of them lightly, as if he had been accustomed to seeing this world. All kinds of trivial, and there is not much interest in spying.

　　It's just that Minerva, who has always been very decisive, obviously rarely experiences indecision like this, which makes people feel a little curious.

　　 I don't know how long it took, only that the red tea that was poured on the small round table had cooled down again, and Minerva finally spoke first.

　　 "Mrs. McGregor..."

　　 Only Minerva had just spoken, but unexpectedly, the elder of the two Muggle women opposite suddenly also spoke. Although the other party still looked a little shy, there was a kind of commoner peasant woman who shrank like a noble lady in the past, but the meaning of the words was surprisingly tough.

　　 "Miss McGonagall, let's... let's talk alone!"

The posture of the old woman who was called "Mrs. McGregor" by Professor McGonagall did not seem so firm, but the tone of her speech, soft and timid, seemed to have an unquestionable taste. .

　　 "Mum?"

　　 Beside her, her daughter, who always has a touch of sorrow on her face, seemed to subconsciously call her mother when she heard it. But after seeing the expression on her mother’s face, she didn’t say much, she just stood up and paid a respectful tribute to Minerva on the opposite side, then left the small round table and walked towards the door step by step, and then left temporarily. here.

　　...

　　 Caitlin is just the daughter of a very ordinary Scottish farmer. She grew up walking through the ridges and wooden fences. There is a capable and reliable father, an introverted but kind mother, and a handsome silly boy in the neighbor's family who has liked him since he was a child.

　　 Later, although it was somewhat unfortunate, because my father passed away a bit early, he could not even catch up with his wedding, but that was all ten years ago.

　　 Seven years ago, I was finally succeeded by that stupid guy from my neighbor's house, and he became a family and gave him a child. Watching the children grow up day by day, doing laundry and cooking, and helping her husband take care of the few milk-producing cows, life is plain but happy.

　　 Then, a beautiful girl who was a little famous in the local countryside, she also saw the wrinkles in the mirror as the calendar overlapped.

　　 There is no other way, life, isn’t it? While there are so many regrets, Caitlin still has a smile on her face, because her son is healthy and sensible-as an ordinary peasant woman, this is probably enough.

Only occasionally...really only occasionally. Occasionally, when I walked by the small old church with my mother, I would see my mother stop for a while and look at the window on the second floor of the church with a look of reminiscence. .

　　In Caitlin’s impression, her mother has always been an ordinary peasant woman like herself, simple and hardworking, and grows older. What I care about every day is only three meals a day and the nursery behind the house, as well as the life, children, and family of my own daughter. He is a little nagging at home, but he seems a little cramped and introverted when he goes out.

　　 However, when her mother stood and stared outside the old church, Caitlin vaguely saw a rare look in her body.

　　 Caitlin felt that the mother should have some past events that her daughter did not know, but even if she asked afterwards, her mother would never elaborate.

Until one day, when Caitlin returned to the ridge to deliver food as usual, she saw her elderly mother carrying a late father’s old suitcase, standing on her back with an inexplicable determination. The entrance to the yard.

　　 Just as Caitlin looked suspicious, her mother said to her without hesitation:

　　 "Call Liam, pick up the kids from school, we are leaving here."

　　 "What?" Caitlin stepped forward confusedly and hurriedly took the suitcase from her mother. "Mum, what's wrong? Leaving here? Do you want to travel somewhere?"

　　 For a time, Caitlin almost thought that her mother was a sign of Alzheimer's, and hurriedly tried to comfort her mother. However, the changes afterwards made her understand that it was herself that hadn't figured out the situation.

　　 Since the evening of that day, there has been more news about the accident on TV, and soon, the accident turned into a disaster. After that, this kind of news suddenly disappeared, replaced by more entertainment and talk shows.

　　 And in the end, the mysterious world full of magic and wizards that was originally unknown by UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was revealed bit by bit from every detail in life.

　　 Until the government officially announced the existence of the magic world, to be honest, the whole process actually only took a few weeks.

　　 After all, Caitlin and her family left their hometown together—not because of her mother's will, but because of the coordination of the military and police from all over the country, starting a panic migration.

　　 Perhaps it was also from the first day that the mother's abnormality was confirmed, Caitlin began to realize that the secret in her mother's heart that she never talked about with others might be related to the magical world that was gradually unfolding in front of everyone. But after that, Caitlin never mentioned it again, just silently put it deep in her heart.

　　Because so far, the magical world that has been gradually revealed is accompanied by the aura of disaster, which makes Caitlin still not sure whether the mother's secret is a good thing or a bad thing.

　　 Until...Finally, the disaster still crushed the heads of their little family, and then the sky of her ordinary peasant woman was instantly covered with dark clouds.

　　 Husband Liam died in order to protect the child; the child is still in a coma and needs magic to heal.

　　 "Why am I not the one who died?" Caitlin stood at the entrance of Aberforth's makeshift bar, wondering startled.

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