Chapter 263: Roland

"My lord—"

Peeves ran around everywhere, but was finally blocked.

"I was wrong, my lord! Please forgive Peeves once—"

The Bloody Baron just looked at it like this, and it wasn't until its heartbreaking crying ended that it tentatively asked:

"That little wizard—oh—that Green!"

The Bloody Baron still watched it coldly, and after a long while, it left.

Leaving Peeves happy again, bouncing and humming a song as it walked upstairs:

"Oh—a little wizard, can't provoke—"

As it walked, it pulled the carpet on the stairs loose, still wanting to harm others to fall.

In the corridor, Xiang Xien knocked on the door of the Transfiguration office, and he heard an exceptionally gentle "Come in, my... child."

He pushed the door open, and the professor waved her wand, and all the scattered letters jumped into the envelopes by themselves.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Xiang Xien put his notebook on the desktop; for the professor, he thought the happiest thing was to see his students make progress.

So he always insisted on recording his insights and learning progress, and as expected, the professor was indeed satisfied with this.

December brought more snow, and looking inside from the window outside, one could probably see an incredibly fantastic scene.

A beetle suddenly turned into an owl, and this owl flew out of the window, spreading its wings against the wind.

Its wings swept across the frosted spires, flying steadily in the wind and snow, with a roll of parchment in its claws, and finally disappeared from the vision of Xiang Xien and Professor Marcus Marcus Maige.

After waiting for a little while, it flew in from another window with a "coo coo coo," and the letter carried on its claws was still stained with white snow.

【You practiced advanced Transfiguration once with skilled standards, proficiency +300】

Xiang Xien stroked the owl's feathers, and he waved his wand, and the owl turned into a small beetle, spread its transparent wings and flew not far from the fireplace.

Xiang Xien recorded his insights again; he was always good at Transfiguration.

His eyes were shining, and he waved his wand again.

【You practiced advanced Transfiguration once with skilled standards, proficiency +300】

【You practiced advanced Transfiguration once with skilled standards, proficiency +300】

What he didn't notice was that watching the number of times he performed Transfiguration increase, Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's hand holding the letter was also trembling slightly.

"I should have known..."

Her voice was weak, like her eyes that were dim in the corner every time.

... He never makes people worry.

Drinking a cup of honey lemon tea from the Transfiguration office, Xiang Xien's fatigue was also slowly fading.

After his body recovered more than half, his fatigue was not as serious as before, and he even recovered very quickly.

The Transfiguration of transforming from "living thing" to "living thing" was already stable at the skilled stage. Next, as long as he followed the runes engraving in Professor Tela's books, he would complete all the preparations.

The better news was that Senior Leon gave him a sample by mistake, so he had a comparison example.

Xiang Xien thought of the Weasleys again; they must be selling canary biscuits... This caused Senior Bruce to eat his own bitter fruit.

Leaving the Transfiguration classroom, Xiang Xien decided to go to the library to find some ancient rune books; he had finished the books Professor Tela gave him, but always felt that some parts were missing.

After all, even Professor Tela didn't give him too big a goal, as can be seen from the intensity of the Howler.

But the professor seemed to have higher expectations, so she let him choose a practice object himself.

And what Xiang Xien didn't know was that even the Wei Silai twins' canary biscuits were engraved with the professor's help.

What about Xiang Xien?

He was prepared to complete it himself.

Just as Xiang Xien stepped into the corridor, the Fat Lady and Lady Violet surrounded him, looking at him with a cautious, expectant gaze.

Making him feel very strange.

"Fat Lady, Lady Violet."

He greeted politely.

"Oh, oh, of course! Little Green, you and Roland Taylor, oh no! It's little Marcus Marcus Maige..."

The Fat Lady seemed very nervous, stuttering.

"Let's go! Fat woman, you really didn't see it!"

Lady Violet quickly pulled the Fat Lady away.

Roland Taylor?

This was the second time Xiang Xien had heard this name.

Taylor...

Thinking about this surname, he was stunned for a moment.

For a long time, he carefully took out the letter paper from his bag, with a withered violet pressed on one corner.

Only then did his memory flow to the previous winter, which was nothing too impressive.

It was just lying in bed for three months, barely dragging his sick body through the winter.

Sometimes a person's willpower is huge, enough to give a body that should have died the possibility of living tenaciously.

Three months later, he heard the panel ding, and he could barely get out of bed.

The one who came to take care of him at that time was the kind old grandmother who was a volunteer.

The light of the December evening blurred on Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's square lenses, reflecting the dying flames in the fireplace.

She lowered her hand, the letter she had just read trembling between her fingers, and the ink on the parchment was shining brightly in the fireplace.

The quill was placed next to Xiang Xien's open notes, with annotations half-written. Her gaze fell on the photo frame at the corner of the table—those were some things she had never thought of, some things she had never understood...

Heavier snow began to fall outside the window, and the wind of the Scottish Highlands whistled across the castle towers.

She took off her glasses and pressed her nose bridge gently with her fingertips. When she looked up again, the eyes that were always sharp welled up with rare moisture, making the jumping flames shatter into a gentle and painful spark at the bottom of her eyes.

The desktop covered by warmth was empty, except for a small silver cat ornament, there were only letters after letters.

The content of the letters was not short or long, but heavy like a giant stone falling in the flying snow.

【I am very sorry, Ms. Marcus Marcus Maige, you know, the orphanage will not take care of such a sick child... This is not in the interest of the masters.

In the three months, he was very obedient. God bless, he survived after all. Madam, I don't mean to mention it, but he is a very obedient child, if you are not prepared to adopt him, please don't send him back to the orphanage. I am powerless to do anything, only fifty pounds and a cotton coat were sent, please accept it.

Five pounds can buy a ticket to St. Katharine Docks, please pass the remaining five pounds to him for me.

That child told my mother that as long as there is a thick coat and five pounds, he can survive.

I have no words.

I am poor, humble, not beautiful, but when my soul passes through the grave, my heart will be far lighter than a feather.

May God send everything into his hands】

Thanks to book friend 20240203103124349, and Fire Rain Three Feet for the reward!

Thanks to Thunder Silly Bird for the alliance leader!

Three chapters at ten tomorrow morning, four chapters at ten-thirty in the evening (alliance leader addition). ===== CHAPTER 264 =====