Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Urquhart roared loudly, waving the wand in his hand non-stop, and the spells were like antelope horns, precise and just right.

For a moment, all the Death Eaters turned their attention to this master!

A young Auror, with tears in his eyes, hid behind the wall, gritted his teeth, and cast the spell desperately.

Another calm Auror, with equally red eyes, grabs a few former classmates, one flickers, and disappears.

Urquhart caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and a relieved smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Professor Gu Yi's trust, he finally lived up to it... It's a pity... there is no chance to have a fair duel with him...

......

The Transfiguration professor's office at Hogwarts was piled high with pieces. Although today is a holiday, for Professor McGonagall, as long as Dumbledore is not there, it makes no difference whether he is on holiday or not, let alone he has Professor Gu Yi is gone...

"Boom...boom boom boom"

"Which one?"

Hearing the hasty knock on the door, for some reason, Professor McGonagall suddenly became irritable.

Boom... Boom Boom

"The door is unlocked when you come in!"

Although Professor McGonagall said so, driven by his heart, he stood up and walked towards the outside.

"Who, is there anything urgent?"

Because the knock on the door was very urgent, Professor McGonagall was even more irritable.

"Huh? Urquhart..."

Seeing this person, Professor McGonagall was in a daze for some reason, as if he had lost something.

"Hi Minerva..."

Urquhart still had that gentle smile and affectionate eyes, staring at Professor McGonagall's haggard figure.

"How did you come?"

Seeing the person coming, Professor McGonagall subconsciously straightened his messy hair and welcomed him into the office.

"What? Isn't the Ministry of Magic busy?"

Leading Urquhart to the sofa, while tidying up the messy furnishings in the office, he prepared to boil water for him to make tea.

Urquhart, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't bear to take his eyes off that busy figure for a moment, with a happy smile on his lips, he said softly:

"Don't bother... Minerva... I just came to see you... see how you're doing..."

"See how I'm doing?"

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Urquhart who was sitting on the sofa, and threw the rag in his hand over.

"...I think you're here to see if I'm getting together with Professor Gu Yi!"

The rag hit Urquhart, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"...I said that you are also... a person who is not young, but always loves to be jealous of a young man.

How many times have I said that Professor Gu Yi and I are just good friends, he is only as old as I am, do you think I am still that young girl? "

"...you will always be that young and capable girl in my eyes..."

"...Really, how old are you, and you still say some incomprehensible things..."

Hearing Urquhart's words, Professor McGonagall's cheeks blushed, but her heart felt more and more uncomfortable...

"Why come to me when you have time? Isn't the Ministry of Magic busy?"

Professor McGonagall asked this question again, but Urquhart still shook his head and smiled, avoiding answering, leaning on his knees, and slowly stood up.

"Phew... well, I'm relieved to see that you're doing well..."

"what?"

The bad premonition in Professor McGonagall's heart became more and more intense...but Urquhart didn't care, and still talked to himself.

"...Remember to eat on time every day, go to bed early and wake up early..."

"...What are you talking about..."

"Don't be too busy, some work, just push it, don't look at Dumbledore's age, but his body is much stronger than you and me..."

"Urquhart... what's wrong with you..."

Professor McGonagall said, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"...and that Ancient One..."

Having said that, Urquhart was silent for a moment, but after a while, he still showed a smile.

"...Although I don't want to admit it, that Ancient One is indeed a very capable person, if..."

"...Urquhart, what the hell happened?"

"...I mean if..."

"...Urquhart! Stop talking!"

Professor McGonagall shouted loudly, tears had already formed a line, stepped forward, spread his hands, and hugged...

"...if...forget it...forgive me, Minerva...I still can't say a word of blessing after all..."

Looking at the dust in her hands, Professor McGonagall was stunned... She realized something, looked up, and saw Urquhart's figure flickering, becoming more and more illusory.

"...Ur... Urquhart..."

Tears welled up on Urquhart's smiling face.

"...Minerva...I love you..."

"Urquhart!!!"

Professor McGonagall stood on the spot dejectedly, looking at the increasingly dim figure in front of him, tears spewed out like a spring, repeating Urquhart's name in his mouth, weeping like complaining, extremely sad.

In the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters were reveling and jumping for joy, forming a circle, and in the center of the circle was their great Dark Lord.