Chapter 652: Hagrid's Innocence

Life on the farm was comfortable.

From opening eyes when the sky was pale blue, to seeing off the sunset when the sky was pink, time passed in the melting of snow.

Various Cat-siths often ran across the white ground—fat ones, nimble ones, ones that didn't look where they were going and bumped into rocks...

Whenever this happened, Sean would look down from the little room on the second floor.

Compared to Hogwarts, the Maige villa had some extra flavor.

It was a faint, pine-like, comfortable smell. Like sheets dried by the sun.

"Still missing some, but not much..."

Sean sat at the small work table Ma Kusi had prepared by hand, reciting the last incantation for the fairy tale biscuit.

Just like brewing potions, at a specific stage of alchemy, a wizard needs to inject magic into it—it can be waving a wand, or it can be reciting an incantation.

Now, Sean had completed this task.

As for the parts that were still missing, or where the ritual was not perfect, it was mostly the engraving of runes.

In this delicate and meticulous aspect, having inspiration alone was not enough; rigorous and careful experimentation was one of the most critical factors for an alchemist's success.

"My dearest, most outstanding..."

Ma Kusi's voice sounded downstairs.

"I'm coming."

Sean interrupted Ma Kusi's words, otherwise the old wizard would add a dozen adjectives in one breath without stopping.

When Sean went downstairs, all the members of the Maige family had gathered at the long table.

Minerva McGonagall, with deep and soft eyes; Ma Kusi Maige, who was very excited recently and old but strong; Nai Maige, who worked for a newspaper and hugged Sean until he couldn't breathe the first time they met...

Of course, there were also the three little Maiges squeezing each other.

"No matter what you say, we are leaving, Ma Kusi."

At this moment, Minerva McGonagall glanced at Ma Kusi and said unceremoniously.

"I should think of a way to tie you down... well. Just don't forget, the Maige villa is always your home, my dear Sean.

Minerva, I want you to know, this is also said to you."

Ma Kusi put down the newspaper, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"The American magical world has some unique little inventions, Sean; I have already sent them to your room, child, I hope you like them.

The plan map you sent me is very good, it saved me a lot of time."

Nai smiled kindly.

Sean didn't know yet that Grandma Nai had sent him some alchemical creations, because he had been studying the Wampus cat biscuit all day, and he hadn't even noticed that there were some extra things in the cottage.

He subconsciously frowned; was he... a bit too relaxed?

In the magical world, letting one's guard down and not thinking meant trouble was coming.

"If this place makes you feel comfortable, then please feel happy, because this is exactly what we want to do most."

Grandma Nai said.

When she spoke, the black tea beside her was still steaming.

Thus, in Ma Kusi's eyes, which were buried in reluctance, the carriage arrived.

Through the gap in the carriage, Sean could see the small mountain by the Maige villa and the oil-painting-like fields from afar, and he raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.

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