Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 384, Section 382: The Arrival of the Real Battle

When they were speaking.

Dozens of owls delivered the letter.

They fluttered their wings under the ceiling of the hall and landed beside the expectant faces of the young wizards.

A large number of owls carried a book with the words "Grimm's Notebooks" written on it in silvery-white cursive script.

The young wizards then carefully put it away.

Some owls carry all sorts of strange and unusual items.

When Bai Yi arrived, Sheen discovered that he had received more than one letter.

The first letter was from an unknown sender, Tina Goldstein.

Sheen quickly realized who she was and opened the envelope:

Dear Mr. Sheen Green:

Thank you for the fairytale cookies you so generously gave me, and thank you, little one, for letting me see Newt transform into a cat...

It's a pity I couldn't get his permission, otherwise I could have sent some magical photos with the letter.

However, I've heard that you're very interested in magical creatures, and I'm quite pleased to see that.

So I've included my address with the letter. Maybe this little house will be more lively during the holidays?

Yours: Tina Goldstein.

Copper Pot House, 3 Hollow Valley Lane, Linden-on-Stowe, Dorset

Sheehan quickly put the letter away, never expecting Miss Tina Goldstein to send him such a letter.

Indeed, after he made the cat-leopard cookies, he also needed to look for other magical creatures.

Mr. Newt Scamander's suitcase is clearly a good choice.

It would be hard to find another place where such a variety of gentle and magical creatures exist.

"Whose letter is this?"

Hermione had clearly seen Sheehan pondering the letter for a while, so she asked him curiously.

It has to be said that the more they experience together, the deeper the bond between the young wizards seems to become.

They also became more caring towards each other.

"Ms. Tina Goldstein invited me to her home."

Sheen replied.

"Ms. Tina Goldstein?"

Justin also came over.

"Mr. Newt's wife? Good heavens! Sheehan, you mean...it's said that very few people can find Mr. Newt's secluded place. Where are they? Oh no, never mind."

Hermione excitedly covered her mouth.

"What Newt? What Tina?"

Having just boasted and returned victorious, Ron craned his neck.

While they were talking, Sheehan opened the second letter.

My lovely children from the McGonagall family:

It's Christmas again, but the Christmas tree at the villa hasn't brought any joyful gatherings.

May you receive my blessings in faraway Iphamoni.

Remembering how I hugged you last Christmas, even heavier snow began to fall outside the villa.

My dear child, come back soon.

I wait for you like an insomniac waits for his dreams.

Love you, Marcus

Sheen was somewhat lost in thought; he seemed to see those soft, weary eyes through the letter.

Grandpa Marcus seems to be more than just a rural landowner; at the very least, he has a gentle and refined touch in his writing.

The third letter was delivered to Sheen by Bai Yicai.

The handwriting above remains brief:

Come see me, child.

Sheen looked up and, sure enough, saw Professor McGonagall nodding at him from the main seat.

Thus, setting off for Magdalene House became a fait accompli.

……

King's Cross Station.

Winter seemed to be coming to an end all at once. January mornings were crisp and golden, like apples.

Sheehan and Professor McGonagall walked briskly across the road towards the massive, smoked train station amidst the sounds of traffic. Car exhaust fumes and the moisture from pedestrians' breath shimmered like spiderwebs in the cool air.

Some large cages rattled on top of the luggage cart, and the owls inside squawked in discontent.

"Marcus's wife, Nai, works at a publishing house, and some of the newspapers you saw earlier were written by Nai."

Professor McGonagall spoke slowly,

"Of course, the letter you received today was also written by her. You haven't met her yet; she was in the United States for work last Christmas, but now she can't wait to come back."

Sheen nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that the letter was written by Grandma Nai, whom he had never met.

"Hmm... what did you learn in Iphamoni?"

I don't know when it started, but Professor McGonagall, who was always serious and taciturn, began to ask some trivial questions.

"I have learned the Seamless Extension Spell."

Sheen recounted in detail.

"That would be wonderful, anything else?"

Professor McGonagall's hair was meticulously combed, with the curled ends brushing against the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

"I met Mr. Newt Scamander and learned space magic and weather magic."

Sheen recalled, recounting the events in order.

"Danger and rigorous magic, come to the Transfiguration office to practice."

Professor McGonagall paused slightly, but her good mood remained unaffected.

As they talked, the two got into the carriage.

Bathed in sunlight, the professor seemed to thoroughly enjoy the bumpy ride.

"Anything else?"

She asked softly.

"With that, I brought back a leopard cat—it's Iphamoni's mascot, and..."

Sheen had no intention of hiding anything.

"besides?"

Professor McGonagall's expression changed slightly.

"There's also a Pukchi, which has a contract with me to help me organize the seamless extended space."

"Oh, Professor, I helped send away Ms. Aesop Sell, who was now a ghost."

Sheen said.

Minerva McGonagall's vision went black again and again.

Pukki, as distant relatives of European fairies, have an extreme aversion to humans and use powerful magic to trick them.

Such creatures are even more wicked than the goblins of Gringotts.

But compared to Pukki, what's so terrible about losing Iso Serge?

"What does this mean?"

Minerva McGonagall was somewhat anxious.

"I sent Aesop Serre, who had lived for three centuries, to her death."

She was very grateful to me and even gave me a copy of the Book of Ghosts.

Sheen answered truthfully.

"..."

Silence fell over the carriage for a moment.

Minerva McGonagall had some suspicions that her lovely child and Olivia had escaped from Ifamoni.

Her face darkened, and she mailed the letter as quickly as possible:

Olivia, come see me. You'd better explain yourself clearly—

Professor McGonagall's expression returned to normal only after the carriage continued to shake and Sheen, as if sensing something amiss, explained what he had done in Evamoni.

Sheen then had time to take in the not-so-large McGonagall villa and Marcus, who was laughing heartily under the beech tree.

It seems that, at the tail end of this Christmas season, he will be able to test his strength level.

Sheen believes that having a clear understanding of oneself is essential and important.

As a result, his steps became much lighter when he got off the carriage.

"Welcome home—"

Under the tree, Marcus shouted happily and with great energy.

(End of this chapter)