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Nelson shook his head, folded his paws, and sat on McGonagall's head on her shoulders.

"Yes, rich village."

McGonagall didn't seem to resist the cat Nelson sitting on his shoulders, and even both hands were about to move, as if to seize the opportunity to grab a hand.

"Before I came, I looked through books about the history of this area, whether it's wizards or Muggles. The book says that although the Scottish Highlands are sparsely populated, the residents are united and brave, hardworking and enthusiastic. It is a beautiful and fertile place." Nelson said, "I haven't seen Muggles at the moment, but the wizard's history books are not updated in time. Sorry, I don't see anything that has anything to do with richness."

"Look, don't these mountains and rivers guarantee the prosperity of one party?"

After getting rid of the unpleasant harassment, Nelson finally had the opportunity to enjoy the unique scenery here. The glaciers and ice caps tens of thousands of years ago have left indelible marks here, and the endless grassland is neatly lined for several kilometers. Wide glacier scratches, and smooth rocks piled up into hills can be seen everywhere. This is not a manual arrangement, but comes from a glacier that is struggling to melt halfway through.

Looking further afield, the ocean is like a piece of sapphire silk, gently concealed at the junction of the sky and the earth. Mountains, grasslands, oceans, and deserts, these landforms that should have been arranged in different climatic zones have been sloppily pinched. Together, it seems not so harmonious, but exudes an unspeakable beauty.

"What are those purple ones? Is it related to the wizards just now?"

The cat scratched and raised it, pointing to the faint purple dots on the ground in the distance.

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall squinted and looked in the direction Nelson's paw was pointing. After a while, she smiled and replied, "You don't need to be so sensitive, Nelson, that's Broom Heath, if you When I came earlier, the grasslands here were all purple. Now their flowering period has passed, but some tough guys are still blooming."

Nelson nodded, McGonagall stepped on the ground under his feet and made a "crunchy" paper-like noise. She continued, "Look, we also have these florets under our feet, but they are completely dry."

"Meow!" Nelson felt that he was embarrassed, so he had to pretend to be a real cat and meowed, causing McGonagall to laugh aloud, and Nelson also succeeded in getting rid of it.

"It's not comparable to London here. The products are very simple. In summer, you can hardly see other flowers in the field. Even if it is beautiful, it will be tired after watching it for so long." McGonagall's tone became a little melancholy, but But in the second half of the sentence, he rose up high, "Doug gave me this kind of flower. He also told me that the flower language of Heather is lonely, but it can also represent true love... Why are Muggles so boring, give flowers to me? It’s so boring to arrange any imagery!"

McGonagall's voice became a little more swallowed, and he turned his head to his other half's shoulder.

Nelson patted the back of her head and said: "In fact, the interpretation of loneliness is also very suitable for you. The growth conditions of this kind of flower are very harsh, and it is often only blooming around it during the flowering period."

Suddenly, McGonagall felt her shoulders sink and turned her head away. She saw Nelson use a cat scratch to stuff a book with "Encyclopedia of Flowers" on the cover into the fluff on her chest. At this time, there were even teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes. , But when she found that the faint patterns on Nelson's body were becoming more and more like pockets, she broke into a smile, shrugged her shoulders, and threw Nelson to the ground.

"What are you doing!" Nelson rolled on the spot dexterously. He was stunned by the cold moss and turned back into a human form. He carefully stuffed the book he was protecting his chest into his pocket, and turned back into a cat and jumped to Mai. On the other side of Grid's shoulder, "Pay attention to the image, Professor McGonagall."

"It doesn't matter," McGonagall smiled. Minerva, who dropped her hair and became herself, and Professor McGonagall, who was rigorous and fair in school, were totally different. "Today I'm just a Muggle girl."

"Girl?"

"Nelson, do you know?" Minerva said gloomily, "I am very familiar with cats. I know ten thousand ways to make a disobedient cat feel pain."

"You know so much." Nelson asked a few centimeters away, "How far are we."

"Let's walk for another hour."

"Can we choose Apparition? I think the biggest difference between a wizard and a baboon is that a wizard can use magic."

"But I am a Muggle girl today."

"..."

The two of them left behind the unhappiness of Highland Hero Village and walked forward.

"Before you learned to Apparate, would you go this far every time you went to Hogwarts to school?"

"No, sometimes my mother will take me to London by train," McGonagall shook his head. "Sometimes it is my father. Although he doesn't ride a broom like his mother, he will drive a carriage, even in You can run fast and steady on the muddy grassland."

There are dense dark clouds in the sky, but no matter how thick and dense it is, it cannot cover the sky and the sun in the face of such a vast wilderness. The sun struggles out of the small gaps and sprinkles on the ground, making the feet stretch. There are a few bright spots on the continuous dark green grassland, like lush gems, which contrast with the sapphire-like Scottish lakes scattered all over the grassland. They are green and bright, and blue and clear. Those stars The little sapphire reflects the clouds of Shishu Shishu above the sky, and it is difficult to tell whether the sea of ​​clouds under your feet or the wilderness above your head.

A skylight stood out from the many gaps in the clouds and sprinkled on the top of a cliff in the distance. There, a small and old church stood quietly, and the colorful glass shone dazzlingly in the sun, and Nelson squinted. Eyes, looking far away, the church can't see the age, as if it exists in a paradise where time and space are stagnant.

The low clouds kissed the sculptures on the top of the church, like swarms of white doves.

"Here, it's there," McGonagall said, pointing to the church on the top of the cliff in the distance, "That's right, the place my father was looking for."

She stroked the hair on Nelson's back with some pride, but with only a touch, she was easily avoided by the dexterous Nelson. McGonagall had to withdraw her hand in an anguish and continued: "At the beginning he took his mother and the newborn I escaped here—a place where there are no acquaintances. For me, this place was like heaven when I was a child. Even back then, my father often came to the Highland Heroes Village to help the people in the village to buy things. At the time, the Highland Heroes Village. The people in are very friendly. I have always been unable to understand how they became what they are now in just ten years."

"It's a beautiful place." Nelson agreed with McGonagall's words heartily.

"When I was sent to school before, if my father met people in the village halfway, they would take me directly to the village and take the Floo Net," McGonagall said sadly. "I don't know why they became like this. Son, you just said that for people like them, I can knock down ten in a second, but... they were all very good people."

"They are not anymore," Nelson shook his head. "Once some filth is contaminated, you need a tougher person to wake them up. In the years since I left Hogwarts, I really saw a lot of similar things. , How he used to be, such words... Minerva, do you remember how I used to be?"

"The same as now."

"Really?" Nelson was at a loss. "Your answer made me a little confused."

"Is it because of the magic? Nelson, you forgot that the magician is the wizard. Dumbledore told me that you are the same you used to be. I not only believe in Dumbledore, but I also believe in you," McGonagall said. "You have to play a role this time, let me trust you a little bit more."

"Then please think about it for yourself," Nelson said solemnly, "Do you want to end this experience, or do you want to reconcile with Mr. Doug?"

"I just want to tell him personally why I left," McGonagall shook his head, "but I don't know what Muggles will think. I don't know if he will be upset by it, I don't know."

"Have you ever thought about violating the "Secrecy Act"?"

"Say this from your mouth..."

"Seriously, I am not very good at this kind of thing myself. The advice I give you may even be outrageous than you think, but I can call Tom. I brought a double-sided mirror," Nelson said, "but he It's also a dull gourd, a person who has thought of using the love letter received as waste paper to sell money, don't expect him to have any high opinions."

"Nelson, please help me." McGonagall was not amused by Nelson's jokes at all. The closer she got to home, the more worried she felt.

Looking at her eyes, Nelson's cat face was wrinkled in pain, like an Egyptian cat, "Well, let's tell you, I used to be called the London Cupid, an expert on emotional issues in Krakow. "

"I'll just say it." McGonagall's sudden sorrowful side made Nelson feel uncomfortable, and he even wanted to test whether she had been confounded.

"But before you arrive, I think you'd better think about what you want," Nelson repeated solemnly, "I at least need to be responsible for myself."

McGonagall hummed and fell into silence, and Nelson took out a book from the hidden pocket pattern on his body and began to look through it.

After a while, when McGonagall could already see the shadow of the cliff on which the church was situated, Nelson suddenly spoke.

"I found it, Highland Hero Village. The Highland Hero Village originated from a beautiful mistake. In the days when Godric Gryffindor was active, many people admired the hero and wanted to follow in his footsteps, but Gryffindor His whereabouts are uncertain, and few people can find him. So when some enthusiastic wizards learned that Gryffindor came from a swamp in the highlands, they began to look for his hometown all over the UK, hoping to be bathed in his glory. Down...Tsk," Nelson said, closing the book, "Unfortunately, Godric Valley is in southwestern Britain, but here is in the northwest."

"The wizards in the village were really Gryffindor before, and most of the little wizards who went to Hogwarts to study here were also sorted into Gryffindor." McGonagall agreed with Nelson's statement, "I think they might be affected. Because of the influence of other wizards, I guess it became what it is now."

"I'm not very familiar with the Scottish prairies. Is it convenient to talk about it?"

"There are many pure-blood lunatics here," McGonagall shook his head. "Actually, my mother also comes from a pure-blood family, but because she eloped with her father when she was young, she was expelled from the family. Even now, her family The talent is dying, and he refuses to call back the best daughter of the year."

"I know, just like the Black family, the names of people who defile their bloodlines will be burned from the tapestry embroidered with the genealogy," Nelson replied, "Minerva, to be honest, the Black family does this to me. Understandably, because they are indeed powerful and powerful, and have the capital to do this kind of thing, but here..."

"They are useless except for their blood," McGonagall said. "I have investigated before. Although the results of the investigation are not as many as you can ask in a few minutes, I know that some wizards in Knockdown Alley extend their evil claws. Here it is."

"Neither did I expect that there would be new discoveries here. I thought that the shameless industries of Bogin Bock started with Professor Sykes and were led by the venom of the Curly Wing Devil and the Second Salem. Now it seems that he should have started very early, but I obviously sent him to Azkaban by myself..."

Nelson realized that he had missed the conversation and stopped the subject.

McGonagall didn’t seem to be far from the problem with this sentence. Bingxue was smart and she quickly analyzed Nelson’s blind spots from the fragmented information, and continued along his words, “The person just confirmed that Bojin Bok His business is very extensive, and it is not ruled out that his clients may be high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic. He can escape any punishment at will with the exclusive'medicine'."

"But what is this ‘medicine’?" Nelson said with a pensive cat face. "I think I need to find time to check it out."

"You don't want to, you want to graduate honestly," McGonagall shook his head. "I will tell Dumbledore that he will definitely solve this matter. Before that, I can test the results of your Apparition."

"what?"

"You don't want to climb the mountain, do you?"

"Aren't you a Muggle girl?"

"Can't Muggle girls follow the manifestation?"

"Okay," Nelson put away the shrunken book, his paw gripped McGonagall's shoulder. "Sit down, Muggle girl!"

With a burst of dark oppression, McGonagall breathed the familiar air in her hometown. She was surprised to see Nelson, who turned back into a human form and stood by her side. UU reading www.uukanshu. com did not expect that he could actually apparate people in the state of Animagus.

This is a deserted and quiet village with not many houses and even fewer smokers.

A small middle-aged woman with a delicate appearance was standing under the tree at the entrance of the village, looking at the two suddenly appeared, her face full of surprise.

"Oh! Minerva!"

She stared at Nelson and walked quickly to McGonagall.

"Mom!" McGonagall Ruyan rushed into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly, "Long time no see."

"Soon," the witch gently stroked McGonagall's hair, "I saw you in the newspaper not long ago."

"It's been a long time!" McGonagall let go of his mother and looked up and down with her arm. "The thing about Doug you wrote to me last time hasn't been finished yet! How is he now!" "

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