Chapter 309

Below the front page, it told of how the traditional "orphanage" model had completely shifted to "miniaturized family-style care."

Under the high-sounding words, everyone knew that this was a typical "dumping of burdens": for local governments in impoverished areas, closing and outsourcing care institutions that were difficult to operate and costly was equivalent to shedding a heavy financial burden.

Even if they knew that private institutions might lower service quality for profit, under the financial and political pressure at the time, this was what they called the only choice.

"Heh—those pig-like beasts, of course they don't care."

Marcus Maige seemed somewhat indignant.

Sean opened the newspaper, and there was news about Hollyse on it.

There was only one last day left to stay with the Maige family; tomorrow Sean would return to Hogwarts.

He felt that time was not enough, so he stroked the fluffy head of the silver-white owl:

"Faster."

The owl rubbed against his palm and spread its wings to leave.

"White Owl," which was Sean's owl, was much faster than other owls. When it landed on the abandoned streets of London and returned to its former owner's hands, the sun hadn't moved to the middle yet.

"Faster."

Its former owner also urged it like this.

So at noon, Sean received a letter from Roland Taylor:

【Dear Sean Green,

Child, are you sure you want to do this?

I will stay at London King's Cross Station for an afternoon, expecting your arrival or refusal.

—Yours faithfully: Roland Taylor】

Sean silently put away the letter; the Maige family farm was not far from London, and with the help of some transportation, he could make a round trip very quickly.

So he set off, the wind whistling past his ears, and he had already boarded a carriage.

He was completely free in the Maige family, in every respect.

Croydon District.

The streets here were always piled with garbage, and beside the peeling paint door, the faded "Oak Children's Home" nameplate hung crookedly, shaking off dust with the wind.

Sean went to Diagon Alley, then came to London King's Cross Station, and finally appeared here with Ms. Roland Taylor.

He took one last look at the furnishings here and left under Ms. Roland's gradually blurring gaze.

His wallet was flat, and he even had to sell his Undetectable Extension Bag to scrape together enough money.

This was not a difficult decision to make, just like the conversation that took place at London King's Cross Station:

"Are you sure you want to do this? Child, I run this orphanage, you won't get any profit, and even..."

At that time, Sean's eyes were incredibly bright, and he smiled slightly and said:

"I'm just repeating what happened before."

Roland Taylor, her vision was completely blurred; she didn't expect that hope always comes from the most barren soil.

There is another chapter, the deer is still writing.