Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Hagir, are the Hedges and the carriage enough?"

"Enough is enough. A car can hold up to forty people. Four Night Paradises pull a car, which is more than enough!"

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there were about ten cars of different shapes, neatly arranged in a row. Hagrid was holding a rein and tied it hard under the wings of the nightshade.

The Yeti, who was a little uncomfortable with being strangled, turned his head and sniffed Hagrid's stomach, and Hagrid didn't care. He reached out and rubbed his chest, and continued to get busy again.

"All students, on this side, the heads of their respective colleges count the number of people, and no one can leave behind!"

"Huo Qi! Huo Qi! Where are you?"

"Here! I'm here!"

With a shout, a lively girl with short gray hair and a flying broom in her hand jumped out.

"What are you doing? The professor has ordered before, don't carry anything except a magic wand! And you??? Hold a broom???

Are you going to fight Quidditch on the way to evacuation?”

"Of course not..."

The short-haired girl waved her fist suddenly and shouted loudly:

"...But I can consider trying to hit the Death Eater's head as a ghost flying ball!"

"Okay, Huo Qi! Get in the car quickly!"

After hearing the name of Death Eater, Professor Slagohorn became panicked. He raised his hand and pushed Huo Qi's shoulder, signaling her to pedal the bike quickly.

"Professor Flivie!"

A short figure hurriedly ran over from the atrium of the castle. After seeing the figure, Professor Slagohorn shouted loudly.

"Hey! Professor Horas!"

Professor Flivi was relatively short, and the distance from the castle to the forbidden forest was a heavy burden for him.

"Where is Minerva? Did she insist on staying?"

Hearing this, Flivi nodded sadly, took a deep breath, and whispered:

"She...she insisted on staying in school and waiting for Albus and Professor Gu Yi..."

"What's she joking?"

Upon hearing this news, Professor Slagohorn couldn't help but feel anxious.

"The Ministry of Magic has been completely finished. Dumbledore is the only one who can resist Voldemort. Now everyone knows that Hogwarts has become the most dangerous place, but she..."

"Yeah... Hogwarts is dangerous... We all know..."

Professor Flivi looked at the students who were willing to live and die with the school but were driven to the car by the young Mr. Filch with a broom, and murmured in a low voice:

"...But if there is one choice...who doesn't want to stay..."

"What did you say?"

Professor Flivie's murmur was drowned in the noise of the students' noisy protests. Hearing Professor Slagohorn's question, he couldn't help but look gloomy and shook his head and said:

"Nothing... Our mission is to keep the students safe. You must know that it is not a light journey from Hogwarts to Boothbaton..."

"...yes..."

Professor Slagohorn, who was standing beside him, also became sad, turned his head, looked at the students who were stalked into the car by Hagrid, shook his head and sighed deeply.

What is not just the journey that is not easy to save?

It's not that good to live under someone's roof...

"Professor Flivie, Professor Horas, are everything arranged?"

"Mileva?"

"Professor McGonagall!"

A stereotyped and serious voice sounded not far behind him. The two of them turned their heads and saw the sound and shouted together.

"Huh, Merlin bless, Minerva, leave with us!"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, why not do this. I'll stay and wait for Professor Dumbledore, you escort the students away together. What do you think?"

"Okay, Professor Flivie, now is not the time to be willful!"

After hearing Flivie's proposal, Professor McGonagall, wearing a gem-green wizard robe and a pointed wizard hat, slowly walked over, shook his head seriously.

"Students are important. You must protect the safety of students on the way. I am the vice principal of Hogwarts. Please obey my arrangements!"

"But..."

"No, Professor Horas!"

Professor Slagohorn, who was about to say something, was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, whose face was so solemn and scary. She looked up and said in a solemn voice:

"The enemy is in front of us, and there is no time to leave our mother-in-law. If you leave one second earlier, the safety of the students will be more guaranteed. In this critical moment, please put the safety of the students first!"

"Well..."

Professor Slagohorn was speechless, turned his head to look at the students who were almost ready, sighed softly, and nodded silently.

"...Okay...Minerva, take care of yourself. If things are not done, leave Hogwarts. I believe that neither Albus nor Professor Gu Yi want to see you get hurt!"

Professor Slagohorn said, and took out an exquisite crystal bottle from his arms. The bottle was not big, just the thickness of a little finger, and it was water droplets, and it looked very exquisite.

This exquisite crystal bottle is encapsulated with a pure gold, translucent potion shining with stars and lights, exuding an elegant and seductive atmosphere, which is very mysterious.

"This is..."

"That's right, Fuling Agent!"

Slagohorn said the name of the potion in a somewhat proud tone, looked at Professor McGonagall, took her hand, and stuffed the potion into her hand.

"We all need some luck at this important time, right?"

After saying that, without waiting for Professor McGonagall to shirke, he grabbed Professor McGonagall's hand vigorously, nodded, and said nothing, turning his head toward the carriage.

There is nothing to say, and it is not too late to say it when we get together again. Professor Slagohorn firmly believes that they will meet again, and it will definitely be!

"Take care! Minerva!"

With a farewell, Professor Frieve also walked towards the carriage. With the help of Mrs. Pomfrey, he got onto the carriage, turned his head and looked at the lonely Professor McGonagall deeply, let out a gentle breath, and slowly closed the door of the carriage...

“Depart!”

As if Hagrid had a shout, the hedge began to flap its wings, and more than ten carriages took steps and flew towards the sunset.

As the sun sets, she stretches Professor McGonagall's shadow, and she stands there quietly, watching the teachers and students leave.

Ms. Minerva, who had never believed in any sect in her life, silently closed her hands and prayed in a low voice.

"...Mercy and great Lord...I am willing to give all my things in exchange for your protection, and I beg you to protect your children from leaving safely... to the other side of safety...

阿门...”