Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 458, Section 456: Marcus's Joyful Day

“Mr. Marcus McGonagall—”

The waiter called out again in a low voice.

"You know my name. You used to work for the Auror Clan?"

Marcus held his head high, looking very energetic.

"No, no, no—"

The waiter quickly shook his head.

Now it was Marcus's turn to be completely baffled.

"Please follow me to the VIP room, Mr. McGonagall."

The waiter seemed particularly excited and respectfully led Marcus and Sheehan to a quiet room.

It seems as if a silencing magic has been cast here, instantly silencing all the noise from the outside world.

"Sir, may I ask what brings you here?"

Marcus has always been outspoken.

"Ah, esteemed Mr. McGonagall, you are a friend of Mr. Hermes."

Please know that Fairy Tale Corner is free for both you and Professor Minerva McGonagall.

The waiter asked in surprise, not quite understanding Marcus's confusion.

"friend?"

Marcus frowned; he had no idea when he had met such an alchemical master.

They must be Minerva's colleague.

At that moment, Sheen tugged at his robe.

“We’ll be leaving soon, my dear little Green.”

Marcus treated it like a child.

"My apologies, Mr. McGonagall. Please take this magic mirror with you..."

The waiter quickly placed a slim magic hand mirror in Marcus's hands.
"Do you need a multi-faceted mirror? We have three-faced mirrors, four-faced mirrors, and even seven-faced mirrors, all handcrafted by Mr. Hermes himself."

You don't need to worry about stockouts; you have the highest priority.

"What is a multifaceted mirror? Sir, please introduce it to me quickly, my little gentleman has been waiting here for too long."

Marcus became interested again and quickly asked.

"Of course—the multi-faceted mirror supports face-to-face communication among multiple people and is a rare product of Fairy Tale Workshop. There are less than thirty of them in total, and the highest-level seven-faced mirror is only three in number."

The waiter quickly explained.

"I see, I see—oh—I have to ask Minerva—"

Marcus seemed to be thinking of something, and he became somewhat melancholy.

Without knowing who this mysterious alchemist was, he dared not spend money here casually.

He always understood that free things might be the most expensive.

"Grandpa Marcus, over here."

Then a special mirror appeared beside him, and when he looked down, he saw Minerva McGowan's face reflected in it.

“My dearest Minerva—”

Marcus said with delight.

After a while, he realized what was happening, opened his eyes wide, looked at the mirror, and then looked at Sheen.

Do you know an alchemist named Hermes?

He finally swallowed his question and asked Professor McGonagall.

"Marcus, you're really getting old and your eyesight is failing..."

Minerva McGonagall shook her head, a helpless smile playing on her lips.
"Ask Mr. Green."

The VIP room was silent. Upon hearing this, the waiter with pointed ears tactfully left the room, leaving only Sheen and Marcus there.

“This is our shop, Grandpa Marcus.”

Without the noise and commotion, Sheen was finally able to get Marcus's attention.

By this time, he had been pondering for a long time whether the magic world possessed telepathic magic.

"this?"

Marcus's eyebrows furrowed into a question mark.
"When did my dear Minerva become a master alchemist...?"

He muttered to himself.

"It wasn't Professor McGonagall."

"Sheehan said. Now Marcus was completely at a loss. He racked his brains trying to think of any of his good-for-nothing kids who could take on this important task, and finally his bewildered gaze fell on Sheehan.

Sheen nodded.

"The Triple Great Hermes?"

Marcus asked, his mouth agape, his voice booming.

"It's just a rumor."

Sheen shook his head.

"The greatest wizard of the future?"

Marcus's lips curled into a wide smile, clearly delighted.

"The wizarding world has always loved to boast and exaggerate, Grandpa Marcus."

Sheen shook his head like an electric fan.

"Green's beard—"

Marcus exclaimed with joy at the end.

A few seconds later, Sheen found himself inexplicably rising, and the cabinet outside the glass was also getting lower and lower—it turned out that Marcus had picked him up.

Three seconds later, a black cat darted down from the sky and landed, transforming into a little wizard.

"What beard?"

Sheen asked, puzzled.

"A gift from heaven to the McGonagall family—Green's beard—"

Marcus was still basking in the beauty of the moment.

Sheen heard him clearly this time.

He couldn't help but touch his chin—there was no beard there, but the Animagus form did.

It's hard to say whether this is accurate or not.

……

This was Marcus's happiest day in decades.

He surveyed the bustling Fairy Tale Square, holding a magic mirror in one hand and leading the little wizard by the other, fully enjoying the joy that welled up inside him.

The bright blue sky looked as if it had been waxed, and the leaves of the trees, which had weathered the end of winter, were also glazed.

The world suddenly seemed brighter.

Happiness stirred within him like a fluffy kitten.

Is he the most joyful wizard under this blue sky?

Yes, of course.

At such moments, it is difficult to be bothered by anything—not even Voldemort could spoil his joy.

War will naturally destroy many things, but there is one type of wizard who will never be greatly affected.

That's right, naturally it's those top masters, the most important of whom are potion masters and alchemy masters.

The rulers constantly passed power around, transforming the magical world into whatever they desired.

But truly top-tier wizards can still live well enough.

His ideas can be verified by facts, such as Nicolas Flamel during Grindelwald's time, and Professor McGonagall during Voldemort's reign, who was restrained and persuaded to surrender, but still taught at Hogwarts.

Looking at the wizards scrambling to buy the magic hand mirrors, Marcus hummed a cheerful little tune.

"Minerva's children, my lovely children, children of the McGonagall family..."

He muttered to himself without stopping along the way, sometimes even making himself laugh.

Sheen looked at Marcus with concern, secretly observing the old wizard's uncontrollable, smug smile through the magic mirror.

As they parted by the fireplace, the old wizard didn't blink. He pondered how to tell Nai the good news while offering words of comfort:

"It's just a simple farewell. Spring is here, and summer vacation can't be far behind."

Waiting is a painful thing, but it must be endured…

Sheen opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

“You can do it, Marcus—”

Then he heard Marcus's voice again.

Then the green flames engulfed Sheen's figure.

When the familiar castle appeared before Sheen, he had already figured out how to break the curse of the Resurrection Stone during his free time that day.

(End of this chapter)