Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 252 Professor McGonagall’s Family and Love
The little wizards at Hogwarts were excited.

Although Gryffindor's office does make people feel cheap, opening Gryffindor's office from Ravenclaw's lounge left a riddle behind, which aroused the speculation of little wizards.

Ravenclaw said he was looking at Gryffindor, but Gryffindor was looking at Slytherin.

Doesn't that mean Gryffindor can find Slytherin's common room!
So the words left by Gryffindor were also solved by the little wizards with all their strength.

Some little red-haired wizards even wanted to go to the principal's office to steal the sorting hat.

But according to the unknown redhead, the sorting hat in the principal's office is missing!
Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall caught two redheads imitating snake calls from the girls' bathroom on the second floor and urgently sealed the door to the bathroom.

In order to prevent Myrtle from screaming in the bathroom, she was given the right to leave the bathroom and play around.

……

Ron angrily walked in the corridor with Harry, who had just reconciled, while Hermione was studying the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor clues in her notebook with all her strength, trying to find Slytherin's office.

"It must be a ring!" Hermione said to herself excitedly.

"Ravenclaw can find Gryffindor, Gryffindor can find Slytherin, Slytherin can find Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff can find Ravenclaw!"

"Oh, Hermione, you should wake up. Weren't you there at that time? Take a look at Gryffindor's office. I heard that the little house elves have been cleaning it for several days!"

"There's no treasure at all, it's meaningless."

"Huh..." The cold wind was freezing, and several people had walked to the open platform, which was located between Ravenclaw Tower and Gryffindor Tower.

Snowing…

Before Hermione could refute Ron, Draco rushed over to the side.

He mocked: "Weasley, don't you think Slytherin is the same as poor Gryffindor?"

"Slytherin's office is filled with rare magical books..."

Draco swept Ron's red hair, the meaning in his eyes obvious.

"You are a true Gryffindor."

"Malfoy!" Ron glared at Draco, his face turning red!

"Hahaha!" Draco laughed, not afraid of Ron.

"Crack!" A snowball hit Draco's head.

"Potter!"

Draco raised his wand angrily.

"Stop it, Draco." Bree walked over, and the white snow on the ground rustled.

"Good morning Hermione."

Hermione blushed and said, "Good morning, Bree... Well, Bree, have you found a partner for the Christmas ball?"

"I…"

"Oh, Draco." Draco immediately pulled Bree away and glared back at Hermione.

Hermione gritted her teeth and snorted, then looked at the two people next to her, but they were unmoved.

"I went to the Ravenclaw lounge and made an appointment with Parvati Patil and Padma Patil. We are going to study these riddles again."

Hermione snorted again and walked away immediately.

"What happened to her?" Ron asked, scratching his head.

Harry didn't know why, so he tentatively said, "Maybe he hopes we can invite her to the Yule Ball."

"What, with her!" Ron shook his head vigorously, like a rattle.

"Don't be ridiculous, who would dance with a lioness that could explode at any time? Look at Hermione's hair that you can't look at more."

"Ron, you can't say that about a girl." Harry frowned and said.

"I'm just talking about personality, although the image is somewhat similar." Ron whispered, and then compromised: "Okay, okay, I apologize, but I don't think you want to dance with her."

Harry smiled awkwardly. He had been thinking about it since yesterday when Professor McGonagall informed him that he needed a partner for the upcoming Christmas ball. However, it was obvious that because of "Potter's stinking shit", his reputation was not good. Finding a dance partner is so difficult.

And Hermione...he didn't really seem to think about it.

On the other side, Bree was pulled away by Draco.

"Draco, I didn't mean to say yes."

When Draco heard this, he let go of Breede and said, "I thought you would dance with a lion. This is quite impressive."

"You should dance with someone better... Let me think about it..." Draco's mind flashed to all the beautiful girls in Hogwarts, but he quickly frowned again.

"I'm not planning to invite a partner." Bree interrupted Draco's thoughts.

"I'm ready to do it like every year."

For Bree, giving some Christmas gifts is his limit. Dancing... although he can do it, there is no need.

"excuse me."

Fleur came to Bree in a thick fur-collared robe and greeted her elegantly, without paying any attention to the stinky-looking Draco next to her.

"Can I invite you to the dance?"

Today, Hibiscus is beautiful and fully prepared. For this reason, she even wore a high-end perfume that she has been reluctant to use.

Draco sniffed.

"Ah!"

Bree glanced at Draco helplessly and took the opportunity to say, "I think I have to go to the school hospital with Draco first."

"Of course, I think you would make a better dance partner. I don't know anything about dancing."

Fleur watched Bree leave, gently hugging her waist, feeling a little annoyed.

"You have to have a dance partner."

But she can't dance... Fu Rong thought, she can teach her slowly.

Thinking this, Fleur looked happily at Bree's back as she stepped into the castle.

"Oh, you are wise, don't get close to this half-Veela." Draco praised Bree immediately, and then sneezed again.

"Damn it." Draco gritted his teeth and said, "Potter, his snowball gave me a cold."

"Go to the school hospital quickly, Draco. Madam Pomfrey's potion is very effective."

He patted Draco on the shoulder and gave him a push.

"Oh, okay, but I have to think about how to deal with Potter."

"I remember the warriors would have an opening dance with... potions..."

Draco seemed to remember something, and said excitedly: "Brie, quickly give me the gender-changing potion you made the year before last, I have to make Potter completely embarrassing."

Gender-changing potion?
This was something Bree discovered when Hermione and the others were making Polyjuice Potion in their second year.

It is not impossible.

Seeing Draco's high spirits, Bree agreed.

"Only the recipe. I'm very busy recently and don't have time to cook it."

Draco nodded obediently, his potion was still good, the formula was better, and he could also change the effective time.

but……

"Hey, what's the matter with you these days, do you want to be a reporter?"

Bree has interviewed many people about their opinions on wizards and Muggles.

"It's an issue, Draco, that I think I'll have to deal with this year." Maybe next year too.

"Oh, well, I hope you can hurry up. After all, this question is a bit boring."

Not long after, Draco came out of the school hospital with steamy ears. Bree couldn't hold back her laughter and temporarily separated from Draco.

"I went to the library, where Professor McGonagall and I made an appointment to discuss the issue of wizards and Muggles."

After walking away quickly, Brie raised a smile, but when he reached the library, he exhaled and came to the sofa.

Because Professor McGonagall was there, no little wizard around dared to come over.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

"Good afternoon, Bree."

Professor McGonagall is a bit reserved, because she promised to tell Bree about her life today.

Her early life was also one of conflict between wizards and Muggles.

"Are you the child of a priest and a witch?"

Bree stared blankly at Professor McGonagall, who had a normal expression, while the automatic quill on the side continued to record.

"Yes, my mother was brave and dared to elope with a priest for love, but she was also timid. She did not tell my father that she was a witch."

"They lived quietly in another town until I appeared... I showed signs of magic when I was one year old, which made my mother panic and could only tell my father the secret of the wizard. .”

"Even though they are still in love, they have lost trust in each other because of it."

Professor McGonagall choked up a little.

"My two younger brothers also showed magic, but... they were both in that war..."

"Sorry, I don't think we need to go any further." Professor McGonagall stopped the fork.

She returned to her calm tone and fast-forwarded through her life.

"I received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts when I was 11 and my mother was proud of it, but I also sensed her jealousy."

"She lost her freedom from magic for the sake of love. She was jealous that I could enjoy the freedom of Hogwarts and the right to choose another life after graduation."

Bree was a little confused. Didn't Professor McGonagall's mother elope voluntarily?

Professor McGonagall saw Bree's doubts, and she said silently: "Marriage is a choice in life, and there is no absolute right."

"One is to step in desperately for love, and then bear the joy or pain caused by your own choice, and share your life."

"One is to choose to be alone, not to touch the joy and pain brought by marriage, and choose to enjoy your own life."

"Maybe I said this a little too early." Professor McGonagall looked at Bree with a hint of joking: "This age is exactly the time when love begins, but I hope you can learn to love yourself first."

"To avoid...pain."

Professor McGonagall originally wanted to ask Bree if she had a girl she liked, but she suddenly decided to tell Bree that love is not a completely beautiful thing.

"My first love was broken."

Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with pain.

"That was the summer I proved that I was my mother's daughter because I too fell in love with a Muggle."

"A Muggle?" Bree was stunned again. He did not expect that the rational McGonagall would fall in love with a Muggle. After all, the relationship between wizards and Muggles has always been restricted by the Wizarding Secrecy Act, or has it only been loosened in the past ten years or so? Some.

Looking at Bree's stunned expression, Professor McGonagall smiled, a little bitterly, with a mixture of regret and relief.

"He proposed to me in the farmland of the Scottish Highlands. I almost agreed, but my remaining sense told me that I had to tell my family..."

"But when I stepped into the house, the panic in my heart was infinitely magnified. I understood that this was not a return to reason, but just fear after joy."

"I am a witch. I have just received my qualification from the Ministry of Magic. My mother's past is still vivid in my mind..."

"And I also have my own life. I can't give up my magic for him and become a full-time housewife. And the topics I talk to him are limited to humorous jokes."

Professor McGonagall sighed softly.

"I regret my decision, but I will not change it because I know that if I change my choice, I will encounter regrets on the other side."

Professor McGonagall had no idea of ​​continuing. She spent the second half of her life in the magical world.

(End of this chapter)