Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 348, Section 347: Branches of Fate
The silver-robed, silver-haired alchemy professor nodded to his colleagues:
"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape."

The two who had just been arguing silently nodded in response.

“Albus, you know, just as we suspected, that child…”

Professor Terra said eagerly as soon as she entered.

At that moment, both of her colleagues turned their gazes toward her. Snape stared coldly at Terra, while McGonagall frowned.

“I will take him away this Christmas. Eugenia Herrera couldn’t be happier. The Ilvermony Magic Academy awaits us…”

As Professor Terra spoke, she noticed that the atmosphere in the room had become subtle.

Dumbledore rose from the high-backed chair behind the desk and looked out the window with his penetrating, light blue eyes.

An owl is flying in from there.

"Take him away?"

Professor McGonagall stared intently at Terra.

Professor Terra looked puzzled. After a moment of silence, she said:

"Didn't that child tell you?"

"Please—say—"

Snape's cold gaze grew even more dangerous, and his deep voice suppressed his anger.

"Albus...I have to say..."

She had originally intended to speak directly to Dumbledore, but after noticing the identities of the two people present, she paused slightly, then continued with a slight sense of relief.
"Little Green is the most special wizard I have ever seen. He may have more than one reincarnated soul."

He mentioned the cat and leopard; I guess that's it, his second soul reincarnated.

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore's mustache twitched as he took the snow-covered letter from the owl's talons and watched the scene with amusement:
"Youth is so wonderful, you can still feel love so intensely..."

As if to confirm his words, Minerva McGonagall slammed her hand on the table and stood up:

"Impossible! Olivia!"

In many Celtic, Scandinavian, and Germanic legends, certain animals (such as wild boars, doe and stag) have some kind of direct connection with wizards.

These otherworldly beings typically "choose to become someone's guardian avatar, accompanying them," symbolizing "human destiny, possessing both human and animal forms."

Fate, what a mysterious word.

People can always glimpse their destiny in the reincarnation of their own souls. For example, whether in Norwegian and Scandinavian legends or in the legends of wizards, stags and deer are "guiding animals and sacrificial animals".

So how could a wizard possibly possess different animal forms?

In other words, how could he possibly escape his predetermined fate and create new branches for it?

"That's true, Minerva."

Professor Terra said with certainty.

She had some idea of ​​what was going on in the office, so she knew that she would eventually be able to take little Green away.

Because this place may be where those who care most about her disciple are gathered, which also means that they will eventually give way to... him.

Minerva McGonagall was momentarily lost in thought, overwhelmed by a complex, instinctive emotion:

I both hope he will excel and not really.

"Ah--"

Snape snorted and gave Dumbledore a cold look.

Professor Terra and Professor McGonagall discussed the details of reincarnation and the Ilfrdom School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while Professor Snape stood silently to the side—somewhat like a student listening to a lecture.

In recent years, apart from his research on black magic and potions, he has rarely shown such a focused expression.

The two people in front of him happened to be his professors.

This feeling is wonderful because Dumbledore was once McGonagall's professor.

In this snowy winter, the Hogwarts faculty position feels like a responsibility passed down through generations, flowing in the blood of every wizard who loves magic. The kettle gurgles, and the silverware clangs and clatters.

Dumbledore's eyes relaxed as he stood before the wooden table, smiling broadly at his students. Nothing pleased him more than seeing them gathered together.

After a long while, he lowered his head and slowly opened a letter sent from faraway New York:
To Professor Albus Dumbledore;

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office;

Professor Dumbledore:

I have arrived at the Ilvermony Magic School.

—Your loyal companion: Newt Scamander

……

Christmas is here.

On this day, the castle added another layer of decorations to its Christmas Eve preparations.

Everywhere, colorful Christmas decorations were put up as in previous years, although few students stayed to admire them.

Once again, thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe were strung up along the corridor, and mysterious lights shimmered inside each suit of armor.

As usual, the auditorium was adorned with twelve Christmas trees, their golden stars twinkling in the sunlight. A rich and enticing aroma of cooking permeated the corridor, so strong that even the paralyzed Bai Yi had to stand on Sheen's shoulder, forcing herself to look at the auditorium.

The semester ended, and a heavy silence, like snow on the ground, enveloped the entire castle.

As Sheen read the introduction to the Ilvermony Magic School amidst the crackling of the fireplace, he didn't find it dull; instead, he felt a sense of tranquility.

When he arrived at the auditorium, his seat was already piled high with gifts.

Merry Christmas, Sheen.

Justin always noticed him, even when he had just entered the auditorium.

"Merry Christmas."

Sheen was content with such days—the snow fell heavily, and everyone sat around the fire.

He naturally received many gifts, which almost piled up in Justin's seat.

These were all delivered by Bai Yi after working tirelessly day and night.

Among the gifts, the most eye-catching item was first a set of potions worth thousands of Galleons; followed by a gleaming Nimbus 2001.

There was also a note in the corner of the crystal bottle: [Drink].

As always, it's brief.

Harry stared at Nimbus 2001 with longing eyes until Sheen put it back.

This was a brand new Nimbus 2001, exactly the same flying broomstick that Harry had dreamed of every day while watching Slytherin train. He looked at the broomstick; the handle gleamed.

"Sheen, who gave this to you?"

Ron, unable to contain his excitement, asked in a low voice.

"My God, who would spend so much money on you?"

Hermione gasped softly, then thought for a moment,

"There are many people I can't guess."

"It's the professor."

Sheen replied, opening the broom's packaging. A slip of paper floated out, shaped like a kitten. As it bounced into Sheen's hand, it unfolded into a letter:
When there is no time to rest, that is when you should rest.

Do something that makes you happy.

I want you to know that my child, there is no magic learning during the holidays.

Sheen remained silent for a long time before carefully putting away the two letters.

Outside, the snow was falling in a fine drizzle; according to the newspaper, it was actually snowing all over Scotland.

　The quilt demon is too powerful; there will be two more chapters at noon.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)