Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"It's nothing, we don't know each other if we don't fight, it's good to clear up the misunderstanding, this little gift is my housewarming gift for you two, you can come and visit often when you have time!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall finally had a smile on his face, politely took Wang Xuebin's gift box, and opened it.

What I saw in the box was a delicate model of the Golden Snitch, and the ball was signed by the Seeker of the Wimbourne Hornets!

"Wow even!"

Seeing this gift, Professor McGonagall raised his brows and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

As an avid Quidditch fan, there is no better gift than the star signed version of the Golden Snitch, especially when the team is still my favorite Hornets. Great restraint!

"Thank you very much, Mr. Gu Yi, I am very surprised by your gift!"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's restrained and joyful expression, the corners of Urquhart's mouth twitched involuntarily, he opened his present, and looked down.

"Oh! Sir, it's too expensive for me to accept!"

Hearing Urquhart's words, Professor McGonagall looked over curiously, and saw Urquhart holding a Unicorn Series Hardcover Collector's Edition Magic Quill in his hand.

It is said that every quill has the blessing of a unicorn, and one pen can be exchanged for half a property in Hogsmeade!

You must know that Urquhart spent all his life savings to buy a villa in Hogsmeade. Although Wang Xuebin's attic has several hands, it is still worth [-] Galleons!

A feather pen like this is indeed too expensive!

Professor McGonagall on the side also frowned when he saw this scene, and turned to look at Wang Xuebin just about to say something.

But Wang Xuebin waved his hand casually, without giving them a chance to speak.

"Take it, it's just some gadgets, no big deal!

Well, it's getting late, and I don't have anything to entertain here, so I won't keep the two of you here. If you have a chance, invite the two of you to come over as guests! "

Said, turned and went back to the house, 'Boom! ' shut the two outside with a sound, leaving the two looking at each other in blank dismay.

"This... this... this person is really weird..."

weird?

maybe!

But how many wizards in the magic world are not weird?

Chapter 432 Awareness in the face of war

"Minerva, it's not that I'm prejudiced against the man named Gu Yi just now, but that I really think there's something wrong with this man!"

The snowstorm was getting bigger and bigger. Professor McGonagall and Urquhart, holding umbrellas, walked towards Hogwarts against the wind and snow.

Because of the wind and snow, no pedestrians could be seen along the way, and the students returned to school early before the snow was too strong.

Apart from a few students who have delayed their return to school because of their playfulness, there are only the two of them on the small road today.

"Molly, be careful, come on, give me something, you use my clothes to protect your head!"

"No, the wind is too strong, you'd better put it on yourself!"

A young man with red hair dragged a slightly plump but very pretty girl along the alley!

"Oh...Professor McGonagall..."

Seeing the two figures in front of them, the young man and the young girl stood there blankly like a mouse seeing a cat, not daring to move.

There is no way, the two of them are the most mischievous group in school, and they will inevitably feel a little apprehensive when they meet the teacher who is recognized as the most serious and fair in the school.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Prewett, I remember I reminded before the holiday that every student should try to get back to school before the snowstorm!"

Looking at Professor McGonagall with a serious face, Molly couldn't help but lower her head.

Although in terms of mischief, she is no worse than her two future twin sons, but she is a girl after all, so she will inevitably feel a little embarrassed in front of the teacher.

"Oh...Professor McGonagall...I..."

"Professor McGonagall, it's all me!"

Before Molly could finish speaking, Arthur Weasley spoke first. He stepped forward to stand in front of the person he loved, and said with an apologetic expression:

"It's all me. We didn't notice the weather outside in the teahouse, so we missed the time!"

Hearing this, and looking at the performance of the two, Professor McGonagall relaxed a little from his heavy heart.

"Is it Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House? Our Mr. Weasley?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's joke, Molly's face turned red, but Arthur said nonchalantly:

"Yes, professor, we have agreed to get married after graduation this year, and I hope you can be a witness for us!"

"Wow even!"

Hearing this, not only Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, but even Urquhart who was standing aside was a little surprised.

"Well, Arthur from the Weasley family? He's such a nice guy, much better than your parents!"

Urquhart secretly glanced at Minerva, who had a gratified and blessed expression, then turned to look at Arthur Weasley, and said with a look of praise:

"What a good match girl and boy, really amazing! How about it? Do you want to come to work in our legal enforcement department?"

"Um...you're...Director Urquhart?"

Urquhart saw Arthur with a surprised face, straightened his clothes, held his head up and said:

"That's right! It's me! How about it, young man? Do you want to think about it!"

"Uh...I mean...your face..."

Hearing Arthur's reminder, Urquhart suddenly thought of his cheek that had just been beaten, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he stayed there.

"Cough um..."

Professor McGonagall showed a secret smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Arthur and Molly, and said softly:

"Okay, my girls and boys, hurry back, go back early, you can catch up with a bowl of hot soup!"

As he said that, he drew out his wand, waved and tapped the Wizard Chess purchased in Arthur's hand, and the Wizard Chess instantly became larger and turned into an umbrella with black and white grids. The handle and buckle of the umbrella were exactly like chess pieces. .

"Wow even!"

Seeing the surprised expressions of the two, Professor McGonagall shook his head helplessly. They are both Gryffindor students, so why can't they learn Transfiguration?

Is Transfiguration so difficult?

"Go back quickly!"

"Understood, thank you professor!"

"Goodbye, professor!"

Seeing the two of them running happily in the snow, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but exhort worriedly:

"Run slower, be careful on the road!"

"Know it..."

Looking at the two who shouted knowing, but their behavior did not change at all, Professor McGonagall shook his head and sighed, and continued to walk.

"What lively children, it reminds me of my time at Hogwarts!"

Holding an umbrella, Urquhart, who followed in the footsteps of Professor McGonagall, expressed a sigh of relief, and then continued to chat about the topic just now.

"Minerva, it's not that I want to discredit Mr. Ancient One, but little Lytle, that is, Lytle Greengrass, the one who graduated from Slytherin House.

That girl never lies, you know that...that man named Gu Yi is definitely planning something..."

Hearing Urquhart's words, Professor McGonagall, who was holding the gift box presented by Wang Xuebin, raised his eyebrows, nodded and said calmly:

"I know this!"

"you know?"

Urquhart organized the language for a long time, just thinking about how to persuade Minerva with a tactful tone, telling her to be careful of the man named Gu Yi, but he didn't expect to hear this answer!

"Of course I know!"

Professor McGonagall glanced at Urquhart, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and replied with a reasonable face:

"That person must have some ulterior motives, I know very well!"

As he said that, Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, and Urquhart's heart twitched when he saw it.

"Then why do you..."

"Apologize? Or accept a gift from this person?"

Before Urquhart finished speaking, Professor McGonagall turned around and asked first.

"Uh..."

Seeing that Urquhart was speechless, Professor McGonagall shook his head helplessly and explained:

"Urquhart, I have to admit that you have a good eye for people, but your sensitivity to the forms of the wizarding world is somewhat lacking..."

Professor McGonagall said, looked up at a gloomy sky, and explained in a deep voice:

"The atmosphere between the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more tense, and Professor Dumbledore's movements are becoming more and more frequent. If I guess correctly, we are about to face a protracted war!"

As if remembering the dark period when Grindelwald was rampant, Professor McGonagall's mood became very heavy and depressed. She lowered her head slowly, exhaled lightly, frowned and said:

"Before the storm comes, every leaf that can shelter the wind and rain is precious. As long as this person is not an enemy, we should try our best to fight for it. Even if we can't win it, we shouldn't push people into the arms of the enemy!

War is not a child's play. We must not affect the overall situation because of personal grievances. If we can appease the other party, whether it is an apology or friendship, as long as the other party is not an enemy, everything can be negotiated! "

Professor McGonagall's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, it seemed more like talking to himself.

Although Professor McGonagall's voice was not loud, Urquhart still heard it clearly. At this time, he was shocked to find that, as a man, he was more sensitive and aware of the war than McGonagall, who was a woman. The professor is much lower!

To be honest, it's not Urquhart's fault. If she hadn't experienced Grindelwald's epic battle between black and white wizards and understood Dumbledore's struggling inner journey, she wouldn't be as enlightened as she is now. !

What has not been personally experienced, even in the ups and downs, is only knowledge after all. Only the things that have been truly experienced and experienced can be called experience!

Professor McGonagall has experienced it, so he naturally understands what to do and how to do it better than Urquhart. This is not a matter of vision, but a matter of experience!

Urquhart was on guard against a possible enemy, and Professor McGonagall was preparing for a war, and that was the difference, simple as that!

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Notify Professor Dumbledore first!"

As a long-time teacher and student, friend and comrade-in-arms, Professor McGonagall's trust in Dumbledore is beyond doubt.

She believed that in the face of the current situation, Dumbledore had already considered the overall situation, so when something unexpected happened, it would be right to notify Dumbledore first!

"Believe me, no one can hide anything from Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Gu Yi is no exception!"

Chapter 433 Albus Dumbledore

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in a simple and solemn room filled with all kinds of magic books.

Wearing a purple double-breasted magic robe dotted with gold stars, a gray pointed wizard hat, a white-bearded and white-haired, aging old man, with his hands folded on a fifteen-inch magic wand that looks like finger bones, with a solemn expression, As if remembering something.

On the left side of the table where he works, there is a wooden frame made of sycamore wood, and above the wooden frame is a bird with a luxurious posture and bright red feathers.

This bird is similar in size to a swan, with a golden tail feather, long golden beak and claws, perched on the shelf boredly.

Its eyes seem to be closed but not closed. When it hears something, it will open its vigilant eyes and look around. If there is nothing of interest, it will continue to rest. Once there is something that interests it, it will immediately turn into a A group of golden flames appeared out of thin air above the matter, and I studied it curiously.

This is the magical phoenix, Fox, who has accompanied the Dumbledore family for countless years!

As for the aging old man, he is naturally the new master of the Phoenix, the greatest white wizard of our time, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore!

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore stood up tiredly. Recently, the situation in the wizarding world is not optimistic. Those who call themselves Death Eaters are acting more and more unscrupulously.

He had always had a premonition that the mysterious leader who claimed to be Voldemort was someone he knew, but he hadn't actually met him, and he couldn't be 100% sure who it was!

For this reason, he also deliberately went to a rather mysterious place to find an old acquaintance to understand the situation.

In the end, one was ruled out, which was the best news he had heard so far, but at the same time, he accidentally quarreled with an old friend, which made him a little physically and mentally exhausted!

But what about fatigue?

He is the most powerful white wizard of the present age. The greater his ability, the greater his responsibility. He has enjoyed the glory, so he naturally has to bear the responsibility. This is his long-awaited awareness, and there is nothing to complain about!

It's just that occasionally he would allow himself to take a short errand to relax. After all, he is old and experienced, and he is quite good at how to relax himself!

'ding ding~'

"Dumbledore, Professor Minerva is hurrying towards the principal's office, with a serious expression on his face, I don't know if something happened again!"