Chapter 647: Secret Keeper

Behind him were three pairs of lively eyes; until Sean entered the house, the little Maiges were cheering.

"It's Wizard Green!" Sarah said.

"The best Christmas!" Bard raised his two short hands.

"Oh, Sarah, Bard, what a spineless look... Mr. Green, may I use this beautiful candy wrapper to trade for that interesting biscuit in your little bag?"

Zoe seemed coy, but she was actually the first to trot over.

Thus, Sean was quickly submerged by the three little Maiges; it took some effort for him to send the three cats away.

"Christmas, oh, Christmas..."

Ma Kusi sat on his usual soft sofa, saying with a smile as if talking to himself.

"Merry Christmas, Grandfather Ma Kusi."

Sean placed an exquisitely packaged sky-blue gift box into Ma Kusi's hands and sat on a chair by the fireplace.

Snowflakes were still dancing outside the window. A Cat-sith lay in front of the fireplace like a large ginger-colored rug.

"Ah, a gift, oh, a gift... yes, look at this—"

Ma Kusi carefully placed the gift box into the cupboard, as if cherishing some fragile glass.

He then took out a long, narrow box and handed it to Sean with a wink.

Sean looked at the box curiously, not rushing to open it quickly.

While he was observing, a lady came down the stairs; her hair was neatly curled and combed rigorously.

As soon as she reached the stairs, her bright eyes seemed to well up with moisture:

"My dear Minerva..."

While Professor McGonagall was slightly at a loss, her hand had already rested on the professor's back.

"How long has it been since I saw you... If you want to ask me how heavy this longing is... it's not heavy, just the white snow on a winter mountain."

In the remote southern suburbs of London, the wilderness was frozen in the January cold wind.

As far as the eye could see, villages, hillsides, riverbanks, ruins, and desolate graves were all covered in white melancholy.

Amidst the crackling of the fire and the gurgling of the boiling kettle, only Nai's bright and faint voice remained.

"We are so immersed in grief that we completely forget to care for the living, especially those who crave love...

I have heard those terrible things again, Minerva.

Ma Kusi says that if the Dark Lord returns, he will go to the battlefield no matter what.

I know, I believe. In any case, when some capable people make an effort, they can at least ensure that fewer souls are harmed and fewer families are torn apart.

I discussed it with him—'If you think this is a valuable goal, then let us go to battle together.'"

Nai's brows were filled with endless melancholy; she was also a witch and was not unfamiliar with the affairs of the British magical world.

"You... have made a great decision."

Professor McGonagall stared into the distance, her face deep.

"But Minerva, why do we fight?

Is it for ourselves, entirely to get rid of those terrible rulers, or for others, those we have never met, whether they exist in the magical world or not?"

The topic Nai discussed was too heavy; although the little Maiges couldn't understand, they keenly sensed something.

So they didn't dare stay in the living room for long and ran out to play in the snow instead.

Nai looked at Sean, the young wizard who had just been hugged by her and whose fair cheeks were somewhat flushed in the wind and snow.

"It is for our next generation of wizards, so they don't have to fight anymore.

We, the remnants of the old era, these wizards who know the sorrow brought by the reign of terror... we must fight to the end."

She said.

"Nai, you have always been very decisive."

Professor McGonagall sighed deeply.

"Minerva, send him away, if what happened at Hogwarts is true.

Then, the return of the Dark Lord is already unstoppable.

Uagadou, Mahoutokoro, and Castelobruxo are all excellent choices.

This land is about to be set ablaze by war, and this fire should not burn tender souls."

Nai's sincere tone made Minerva McGonagall waver.

"Hogwarts is the safest place."

After a while, Minerva McGonagall spat out a few words. ===== CHAPTER 648 =====