Chapter 310

Sean returned to a state of having nothing, and when he returned to the small Maige villa, the sky had already darkened.

At the same time, on the garbage-filled streets of Croydon District, Hollyse Orphanage had a lavish dinner for the first time.

The new mysterious operator, Roland Taylor, stood in the foyer, watching the children carefully step on the freshly waxed wooden floor.

They were wearing clothes that were not too new but clean and crisp, and the girls' hair was tied with rare ribbons. No one pushed, no one cried, and even the smallest child just clutched the corner of their clothes, eyes wide, dull, and round.

A child looked at the stew and pudding full on their plate and suddenly looked up and asked:

"Is this really for me?"

"Of course, dear."

Roland Taylor said.

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"Don't need to share with others?"

"No need."

This child named Leah picked up the fork, put it down, and then picked it up again. This process was repeated three times, as if confirming that this overly beautiful reality would not suddenly disappear.

"We want to know, why is this... if it's like this in the future, no matter what we need to do, we are willing... we will do a lot of work."

A big child carefully approached, and their words made the few big children who followed nod vigorously.

Watching them talk eloquently about the work they could do, Roland Taylor felt her throat go a little hoarse.

"No need, children..."

She looked at every little face glowing with firelight, looking at their expectant eyes, and she knew that someone's eyes had once burned with such longing.

At that time, he didn't wait for it, but they waited for it.

"Because, ah... someone has been here."

At night, Hollyse Orphanage erected tombstones one after another; when they left quietly, everyone thought that no one cared and no one remembered.

But, someone remembered.

Roland Taylor was digging the pits herself; when the snowflakes melted on her hot body, many thin children ran out of the orphanage.

"We can help dig the holes,"

The older children said.

"We can help transport the soil."

The younger children said.

So Roland Taylor's tears burned through the whole night; when the tombstones were erected, she had already knelt on the ground.

She was not kneeling to anyone, but to all the suffering and kindness of humanity.

The Maige family's small villa reached the last night of gathering.

Sarah didn't know what was wrong with her grandfather; after a long trip, he became silent.

Like Grandma Minerva, the two gazed into the distance for a long time, and at this moment, dust was rising, and a carriage was getting closer and closer.

"It's Brother Green!"

Sarah finally stole the last cookie with peace of mind. She knew that after the wizard who looked indifferent but was easy to talk to returned, she wouldn't be chased by her brother and sister.

"Sarah! You stole it again! This is our last one!"

Bard exclaimed.

The little girl's last words before turning into a cat were:

"The cat stole it, it has nothing to do with Sarah."

So the dinner party began.

Today's dinner was equally rich, but when Ma Kusi Maige announced the news that Professor Minerva McGonagall and Sean were leaving, the little Maiges' crying almost blew the roof off.

After dinner.

Three pitiful figures were already piled up in front of the spacious small room upstairs.

They rolled in from the door just like at the beginning, caught by a soft, large cushion made from books.

Sean sighed; he originally planned to go to Diagon Alley to get some animal party cookies, but Emily Gert wouldn't give him any.

She pointed to the words engraved on each cookie and said:

"My dear Mr. Green, every cookie here has a time written on it, and it's only enough to distribute for five days at most.

If you, an Alchemy Master, have some business sense, you should give poor Manager Gert some more. Otherwise, those angry wizards, they might turn me into a cookie.

Oh, do you think I look like a cookie?"

Emily Gert almost blasted Sean out of the shop door; fortunately, her professionalism exceeded her personal emotions.

Sean had to ask for some materials, and the night in the small villa was exceptionally busy and warm.

【You practiced Mrs. Norris cookie making at a skilled standard, proficiency +10】

【You practiced Mrs. Norris cookie making at a skilled standard, proficiency +10】

The three little Maiges watched like this, going "Wow—" and "Oh—" from time to time in the firelight of the fireplace.

Sean thought three frogs had come to the room.

Outside the door, on the lower side of the stairs, there were always two people talking about something:

"I need to know, is Hogwarts... really safe?"

It was Ma Kusi Maige's voice.

"That is the safest place in the world."

Professor Minerva McGonagall said calmly.

"I will give this Portkey to him; you know where this leads, Minerva."

"Ma Kusi, this will increase your danger..."

"We are family, I have nothing to worry about. The only thing I'm not sure about is whether a child like him will stay away from dangerous existences..."

Then the hallway fell into a long silence.

The next morning, Professor McGonagall didn't pick up her suitcase, and Sean was still staring at the Portkey glove in his hand.

A Portkey is a magical object that can transport people who touch it to a designated location.

In most cases, a Portkey would be an inconspicuous daily object to prevent attracting the attention of Muggles. The feeling of traveling by Portkey is similar to "a hook behind the navel pulling hard," taking people to their destination.

Hogwarts can use Portkeys. Before the Hogwarts Express was opened, the Portkey was a way to send students to Hogwarts without attracting Muggle attention.

But Portkeys are strictly regulated by the Ministry of Magic; you must apply for registration with the Ministry of Magic before making this Portkey, and the consequences of using an unapproved Portkey would be very serious, in Lu Ping's words, "losing your life is not enough."

But just as Dumbledore still boldly used it to go to Hogwarts in front of Ministry of Magic officials.

There are always people who realize that some things are better than rules.

When Sean observed, a note also fell out of this Portkey glove:

【Hide it in a place you can easily get, it can take you away from danger】

Under the beech tree, Ma Kusi Maige said goodbye loudly, and the little Maiges were crying in a mess.

This was a morning where no one said goodbye; Sean and the Professor returned to the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.

This time, Sean didn't have to count a single Knut, because even his wallet had disappeared.

His robe pockets were empty, but when his figure stood in the sunlight, it always carried a heavy weight.