Two hours before the largest water leak in the history of Hogwarts, Comrade Dumbledore, the old principal, was giving some instructions to Professor McGonagall: "That's it, Professor McGonagall, Hogwarts will be handed over to you for the next week gone."

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

After becoming the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall has not been off to participate in a Quidditch in person for a long time. She tried her best to restrain her desire to \'twist and grab the Snitch and shout hey, idiots can't catch me\' , combed her hair meticulously, and showed a serious expression that fit the position of vice principal all day long.

After a long period of exercise, she can handle almost all emergencies very well, from the big death eaters attacking the castle to the small child's mouth being smashed.

Who dares to say that Professor McGonagall is not a competent vice-chancellor? Even Voldemort couldn't mumble such words.

Dumbledore lifted the dilapidated cowhide suitcase on the table, and then looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile, "Of course I trust you completely, Minerva, it's just that I suddenly felt the joy of divination recently, so I made a special effort before going out. Predicted—"

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

"Are you saying that there may be any problems at the International Federation of Wizards Conference this time?" Professor McGonagall's face became serious, and she frowned, "Indeed, this conference seems to be held earlier than last time at least One month, this seems to be an application from country M, and I don't know what happened..."

"Perhaps there is nothing worth paying attention to?" Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Minerva, you always push yourself too hard, you may need to relax yourself after this semester is over, I admire you very much You are serious and rigorous, but sometimes you can choose to be yourself, which does not affect your being an excellent vice-principal."

Professor McGonagall raised his neck slightly, and raised his objection to Dumbledore's words, "One thing, Principal 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 only mentioned a few words out of concern among friends, and quickly skipped the topic, "Of course, Minerva, I have to go, if S Professor Nepe looked for me during my absence, or sent me some letters, please tell him, if it is that matter, I have my own considerations."

"I wish you all the best, Headmaster Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall nodded. She could guess what Dumbledore was talking about. After all, there was no professor in the castle who didn't know the position of the Black Bat's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. brooding.

Dumbledore disappeared quickly, and Professor McGonagall came out of the principal's office, and the stone guards squatting beside her bowed their heads slightly to greet her.

\'What to do now? \'

Professor McGonagall crossed his arms, walking slowly while thinking,\'there are two students' homework left to be reviewed...Is it because the things taught recently are too obscure, I feel that several students can't keep up, maybe I have to talk to someone, Anna Lawrence, that child was not in school a while ago, I don't know if he can keep up with the progress...\'

\'There are also a few manuscripts sent by "Transfiguration Today", there are still many things to be changed, what's wrong with them, the most basic Gamp's transformation rules are wrong, how did such an article be selected...\'

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

very quiet.

Holding the teacup, Mag was suddenly in a daze.

It was too quiet and there was no sound. This reminded her of a night six years ago. It was also very quiet that night. Suddenly there was no sound at home. No one was clamoring for lamb chops, no one He muttered about troubles at work, and there was no familiar grunting sound.

In St. Mungo's, Meg stood by the hospital bed covered with a white cloth, and responded to everyone's concern and condolences. She didn't have a single tear. She didn't know what she was doing, but she coped with everyone perfectly, and later also Hosted an impeccable funeral for my husband.

It wasn't until that quiet night that McGonagall, who had relaxed after all her work, suddenly realized that she had lost that person forever.

Professor McGonagall clenched her left hand unconsciously, and her nails sank into the flesh. It seemed that only in this way could she suppress the memories of those who suddenly came out to attack her for no reason.

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

Perhaps Professor McGonagall has been so busy because of her deliberate pursuit.

"Hoo," the sudden owl hooting broke the dead 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. A Lamor owl on a busy schedule.

Mag's smile froze on her face, she walked over to pick up the letter, \'From Malcolm McGonagall\', Mag almost dropped the letter on the ground.

It was a letter from her brother.

Professor McGonagall has two younger brothers, one is Malcolm McGonagall and the other is Robert McGonagall Jr. They have been troublesome since they were young. As the eldest sister, Minerva has to deal with all kinds of messes for them. I can't take it easy, but the relationship between the three of them is very good.

The two troublesome younger brothers have finally grown up with complete arms and legs, and their respective emotional paths are not as bumpy as the eldest sister. Perhaps this is one of the few things that Minerva feels gratified over the years.

\'... Minerva, it was the last time we met, just kidding, it was about two years ago, it really surprised even the most insensitive goblin, I almost forgot that boss What does the irritable sister who is holding my ear look like! \'

\'We were looking forward to your return at Christmas, but you suddenly shied away with the reason of managing the students staying at school, which made Tok very disappointed. The kid has been waiting for his dear aunt to come back and turn the Christmas tree into a Christmas tree. And the chocolate fountain! Neither of us knew how to comfort him. \'

\'Dear Minerva, Hogwarts is going to be on holiday soon. You should relax this holiday. You put too much pressure on yourself. Be yourself once in a while. Little Robert said that he was special after drinking that day Missing that irascible old lady from the past, even if you chased and knocked him on the head with a Quidditch bat-do you think there is something wrong with him? \'

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

\'All in all, it's time for us to get together, and I got Quidditch tickets with Robert Jr., Quidditch! You can't refuse now, can you? Whether it's yelling with a loud voice spell, or turning other audience members into possums with excitement, we're with you, and don't forget you have us. \'

\'No matter what happens, we are still here, let yourself relax Minerva, although you have said before that you don't want to be a witch who is stuck in the family like your mother, so you have always worked harder than others and can even be said to be Very cruel to yourself...I just wanted to say...you're good enough now, so stop for a second and look at us. \'

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, folded the letter and put it on the desk. After a moment of silence, she opened the drawer, and there were several photos in it.

One of them is a family portrait from some years ago. A formally dressed little girl sits 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 is rarely photographed.

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

Behind the three children are their parents.

The ordinary Muggle father, Robert McGonagall, is a priest and a devout believer. He believes that heaven will send messengers to welcome everyone, and he also believes that he will fall into **** if he does all evil. He often forgives everyone in the church He would have held hands in thanks for all the goodies before the meal - but he had no problem marrying a 'wicked' witch.

The ordinary wizard mother Isabel Rose, a lucky and unlucky witch, should have a bright future. She fell in love with a Muggle priest, concealed her identity as a witch, and eloped with the priest until she gave birth to Minerva, a magical child. 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 photo~lightnovelpub.net~ her fingers lightly brushed her mother's face, she once swore that she would never become a woman like her mother who was bound by all kinds of trivial matters, and would never give up on herself because of her feelings The freedom and future, the hard-hitting experience in the Muggle world made her firmly believe that her mother did something wrong...

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

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

\'I also have my choice, but the same, I have not regretted it. \'

Professor McGonagall was silent for a while, then waved a few pieces of waste paper into a photo frame with a wave of his magic wand, then put the family portrait in it, stared at it for a while, and then placed the photo frame on the vacant space in the upper right corner of the desktop.

The expression of the little girl in the family portrait seemed to be less blunt, like a child who was having trouble finally reconciling with the family.

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

Professor McGonagall took out the letter paper, took out the pen and prepared to write a reply to her brother, with a rare warm smile on her face, \'My stupid brother, if it is an invitation from Quidditch, of course I will not refuse, but Mr. Shouting and turning people into possums is obviously something you guys would do, I have to make that clear...\'

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

well? Why is Hogwarts Castle rocking?

Professor McGonagall's head suddenly buzzed, and he couldn't react for a while.

Then she heard a noise coming from outside that the wooden door with a soundproof spell could not resist—

"Break! Hogwarts is leaking—"

"The Slytherin lounge is flooded—"

click.

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