Chapter 586: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 248

In many legendary stories of Celtic, Scandinavian, and Germanic cultures, certain animals (such as wild boars, does, and stags) have a direct connection with wizards.

These otherworldly lives usually "choose to become a guardian incarnation of a certain person, accompanying them," symbolizing "human destiny, possessing both human and animal forms."

Destiny, what a mysterious word.

People can always catch a glimpse of their destiny from their soul incarnations, for example: stags and does, whether in Norse legends such as Norway and Scandinavia, or in wizard legends, they are "guiding animals, sacrificial animals."

So, how could a wizard possess different animal forms?

In other words, how could he escape the original destiny and open up new branches for destiny?

"The facts are so, Minerva."

Professor Tela said firmly.

She had a guess about the situation in the office, so she understood that she would eventually be able to take Little Green away.

Because here, perhaps the people who cared most about her disciple were gathered, which also meant that they would eventually make concessions for... him.

Minerva Marcus Maige fell into a bit of distraction; she harbored a kind of instinctive complex emotion:

Both hoping he would be outstanding, and not so hoping.

"Heh—"

Sineipu snorted coldly and swept a cold glance at Dumbledore.

Professor Tela and Professor Marcus Maige talked about the details of soul incarnations, and also talked about Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while Professor Sineipu stood aside without saying a word—somewhat like a student listening to a lecture.

In recent years, except for Dark Arts research and potions, he rarely showed such a focused expression.

The two people in front of him happened to be his professors once.

Such a feeling was wonderful, because Dumbledore was also once Marcus Maige's professor.

In such a winter with dense snowflakes, the teaching positions at Hogwarts were like a heritage of responsibility, flowing in the blood of every wizard who loved magic.

The kettle hummed, and the silverware clattered.

Dumbledore's eyes relaxed; he stood in front of the wooden table. Looking at the students with a smile, nothing made him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

After a long while, he lowered his head and slowly opened a letter sent from far away New York:

【To Professor Albus Dumbledore, personally;

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office;

Professor Dumbledore:

I have arrived at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

—Yours faithfully: Newt Scamander】

Christmas is here.

On this day, the castle added another layer of decoration on Christmas Eve.

Everywhere, colorful Christmas decorations were set up as in previous years, although not many students stayed to appreciate them.

Thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe were pulled up in the corridors again, and mysterious lights flickered inside every suit of armor.

The twelve Christmas trees were placed in the Great Hall as usual, with golden stars shining on them. A rich and tempting cooking aroma permeated the corridor, so thick that even the exhausted Bai Yi stood on Sean's shoulder, trying to cheer up and look at the Great Hall.

The semester ended, and a silence as thick as the snow on the ground shrouded the entire castle.

Sean looked at the introduction of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the crackling sound of the furnace fire; he didn't feel dull, but rather felt very peaceful.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, his seat was already piled with gifts.

"Merry Christmas, Sean."

Jia Siting could always notice his figure, even if he had just entered the Great Hall.

"Merry Christmas."

Sean felt comfortable with such days—heavy snow falling, everyone sitting around the furnace fire.

He naturally received many gifts, which almost piled up to Jia Siting's seat.

These were all delivered by Bai Yi after running around for days and nights.

Among the gifts, the most eye-catching was first a set of potions worth thousands of Galleons; then a shiny Nimbus 2001.

In the corner of the crystal bottle was a note: 【Drink】.

As brief as ever.

Until Sean put the Nimbus 2001 back, Harry looked at it with longing eyes.

This was the latest Nimbus 2001, exactly the same as the flying broom Harry dreamed of every day when watching Slytherin training. He looked at the broom, and the broom handle was shining brightly.

"Sean, who gave this to you?"

Ron couldn't suppress his excitement and asked in a low voice.

"My God, who would spend so much money on you?"

Hermione whispered, then thought about it,

"There are many people, I can't guess."

"It's the professor."

Sean replied; he opened the packaging of the broom, and a note floated out. It was in the shape of a small cat, and when it jumped into Sean's hand, it turned into an automatically unfolding letter:

【When there is no time to rest, it is time to rest.

Do something happy.

I want you to know, my child, there is no magic learning during the holiday】

Sean was silent for a long time and carefully put away the two letters.

Outside, snow was falling densely; according to the newspaper, the whole of Scotland was actually snowing.

The quilt demon is too powerful, there are two more chapters at noon. ===== CHAPTER 587 =====