My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 329 The Scottish Highlands

"A rich village?"

Nelson shook his head, crossed his paws, supported Meg's head, and sat on her shoulders.

"That's right, a rich village."

Mag didn't seem to resist Nelson, who had turned into a cat, sitting on his shoulders, and even moved his hands around the corner, as if seizing the opportunity to squeeze him.

"Before I came here, I looked through books about the history of this place, whether they were written by wizards or Muggles. The books said that although the Scottish Highlands are sparsely populated, the residents are united, brave, hardworking and enthusiastic. It is a beautiful and rich place," Nelson said, "I haven't seen Muggles yet, but the history books of wizards are indeed not updated enough. Sorry, I haven't seen anything related to being rich at all."

"Look, can't this side of mountains and rivers guarantee one side's prosperity?"

After getting rid of the unpleasant disturbances, Nelson finally had the opportunity to appreciate the unique scenery here. The glaciers and ice sheets tens of thousands of years ago have left indelible marks here, and the endless grasslands are neatly arranged for several kilometers. Wide glacier scratches, smooth stones piled up into hills can be seen here and there, which are not arranged by human beings, but from glaciers struggling to melt halfway through their movement.

Looking further away, the ocean is like a piece of royal blue silk, gently covering the boundary between the sky and the earth. Mountains, grasslands, oceans, deserts, these landforms that should be arranged in different climate zones have been hastily pinched Together, it seems that they are not so harmonious, but they exude an unspeakable beauty.

"What are those purple ones? Is it related to those wizards just now?"

The cat's paw lifted, pointing to the dull purple dots on the ground in the distance.

"What did you say?" McGonagall narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction where Nelson's paw was pointing. After a while, she suppressed a smile and replied, "You don't have to be so sensitive, Nelson, it's heather. If you Earlier, the grasslands here were all purple, and now they have passed their flowering period, but some tenacious ones are still blooming."

Nelson nodded, and Mag stepped on the ground under her feet, making a "creaking" sound like tearing paper. She continued, "Look, we also have this kind of tweed under our feet, but they are completely dry."

"Meow!" Nelson felt that he had made a fool of himself, so he had to pretend to be a real cat, and meowed, which made Mag laugh out loud, and Nelson also managed to get away with it.

"It's not like London here. The produce is very single. In summer, there are almost no other flowers in the field. No matter how beautiful it is, it will get tired of looking at it for so long," Mag's tone became a little melancholy, but But it became high in the second half of the sentence, "Doug gave me this kind of flower at the beginning, and he also told me that the flower language of bristle heather is loneliness, but it can also represent sincere love... Why are Muggles so boring? What kind of images are arranged by flowers, it is really boring!"

Mag's voice became a little choked, and he turned his head to the other half of his shoulder.

Nelson patted the back of her head and said, "In fact, the interpretation of loneliness is also very suitable for you. The growth conditions of this kind of flower are very harsh, and it is often the only one around when it blooms."

McGonagall suddenly felt her shoulders sinking, and she couldn't help turning her head. She saw Nelson stuffing a book with the cover of "The Encyclopedia of Flowers" into the fur of her chest with her cat's claws. At this time, there were even tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. , but when she found that the faint pattern on Nelson's body was more and more like a pocket, she laughed through tears, shrugged her shoulders, and threw Nelson to the ground.

"What are you doing!" Nelson dexterously rolled on the ground, shivered by the cold moss, and changed back into a human form. He carefully stuffed the books on his chest into his pocket, turned back into a cat and jumped onto the wheat on the other shoulder of Grid, "Pay attention to your image, Professor McGonagall."

"It doesn't matter," McGonagall smiled. Minerva, who let down her hair and turned into herself, was completely different from the rigorous and fair Professor McGonagall in the school. "I'm just a Muggle girl today."

"Girl?"

"Did you know, Nelson?" Minerva said darkly, "I know cats very well, and I know a thousand ways to make a disobedient cat feel pain."

"You know a lot." Nelson pulled a few centimeters away and asked, "How far are we?"

"Let's go another hour."

"Can we choose to Apparate? I think the biggest difference between wizards and baboons is that wizards can use magic."

"But I'm a Muggle girl today."

"..."

The two put the unhappiness of the Highland Hero Village behind them and walked forward.

"Before you learned to Apparate, did you walk this far every time you went to Hogwarts?"

"No, sometimes my mother will send me to London to take the train," McGonagall shook his head, "Sometimes it's my father, although he doesn't ride a broom like my mother, but he can drive a carriage, even in the On the muddy grassland, it can also run fast and stable."

There are dense dark clouds floating in the sky, but no matter how thick and dense it is, it cannot cover the sky and the sun in such a vast wilderness. A few bright light spots appeared on the continuous dark green grassland, like verdant gemstones, which contrasted with the sapphire-like Scottish lakes scattered all over the grassland. They were translucent green and clear blue. Those stars Dots of sapphires reflect the rolling and relaxing clouds above the sky, making it hard to tell whether the sea of ​​clouds is under your feet or the wilderness above your head.

A ray of skylight stood out from the gaps in the clouds and sprinkled on the top of a cliff in the distance. There, a small and old church stood quietly. The colorful glass shone with dazzling brilliance in the sun. Nelson squinted Eyes, looking far away, the church can't tell the age, as if it exists in a paradise where time and space are frozen.

The low clouds kiss the sculptures on the top of the church like flocks of white doves.

"Here, it's right there," Mag said, pointing to the church on the top of the cliff in the distance, "Not bad, the place my father was looking for."

She stroked the fur on Nelson's back with some pride, but she was easily dodged by the dexterous Nelson after only touching it. Mag had no choice but to retract her hand resentfully, and continued: "At the beginning, he took his mother and the newborn I fled here—a place where no acquaintances existed. It was a paradise for me when I was a child. Even then, my father often came to the Highland Heroes The people in the village are very friendly, and I have always struggled to understand how they became what they are now in just ten years."

"It's a beautiful place." Nelson agreed with Mag from the bottom of his heart.

"When sending me to school before, if my father met people in the village on the way, they would take me directly to the village to take the Floo network," Mag said sadly, "I don't know why they became like this Son, you just said, people like them, I can knock down ten of them in a second, but...they used to be very good people."

"They're not anymore," Nelson shook his head. "Once some filth is contaminated, it needs stronger people to wake them up. In the years when I left Hogwarts, I really saw a lot of similar things." , How was he in the past, such words... Minerva, do you remember how I was?"

"The same as now."

"Really?" Nelson was at a loss for words, "Your answer makes me a little confused."

"Is it because of those magics? Nelson, you forgot again. It is wizards who use magic. Dumbledore told me that you are still the same you before. I not only believe in Dumbledore, but I also believe in you," McGonagall said. "It must play a role this time, let me trust you a little more."

"Then please think clearly for yourself," Nelson said solemnly, "Do you want to end this experience, or do you want to get back together with Mr. Doug?"

"I just want to tell him why I left," McGonagall shook his head, "but I don't know what Muggles will think, I don't know if he will be upset by it, I don't know"

"Didn't you ever think that you would violate the Secrecy Act?"

"It came out of your mouth..."

"Really, I'm not very good at this kind of thing myself, and the advice I give you may even be more outrageous than you think, but I can call Tom, and I have a double-sided mirror," Nelson said, "But he He is also a dull gourd, a person who thought of selling the love letter he received as waste paper, don't expect him to have any high-level remarks."

"Nelson, please help me." Mag was not amused by Nelson's joke at all, and the closer she got to home, the more worried she became.

Looking into her eyes, Nelson's cat face was wrinkled with bitterness, like an Egyptian cat, "Well, to tell you the truth, I used to be called London Cupid, Krakow relationship expert. "

"I'll just say it." Mag's sudden cuteness made Nelson feel uncomfortable, and he even wanted to test whether she was under the Confusion Curse.

"But before you arrive, I think you'd better think about what you really want," Nelson repeated solemnly. "I at least need to be responsible to myself."

Mag hummed lightly and fell into silence, while Nelson took out a book from the hidden pocket pattern on his body and began to flip through it.

After a while, when Mag could already see the shadow of the cliff where the church was located, Nelson suddenly spoke.

"I found it, Highland Hero Village, Highland Hero Village originated from a beautiful mistake. In the era when Godric Gryffindor was active, many people admired the hero and wanted to follow in his footsteps, but Gryffindor His whereabouts were uncertain, and few people could find him, so when some enthusiastic wizards learned that Gryffindor came from a swamp in the highlands, they began to search for his hometown in the whole of England, hoping to bask in his glory. Tsk tsk," Nelson closed the book and said, "Unfortunately, Godric's Hollow is in the southwest of Britain, but here is in the northwest."

"The wizards in the village used to be Gryffindors, and most of the little wizards who went to Hogwarts to study here were sorted into Gryffindors." McGonagall agreed with Nelson, "I think they may be It became what it is now because of the influence of other wizards."

"I'm not very familiar with the Scottish grasslands, is it convenient to talk about it?"

"There are a lot of pure-blood lunatics here," Mag shook his head. "Actually, my mother also came from a pure-blood family, but because she eloped with her father when she was young, she was expelled from the family. Even now, her family The talents are withered, and they are unwilling to call back the best daughter of the year."

"I know, just like the Black family, the names of those who sullied their blood would be burnt off the tapestry embroidered with the genealogy," Nelson echoed, "Minerva, to put it bluntly, the Black family did this to me." It's understandable, because they are indeed powerful and have the capital to do this kind of thing, but here..."

"They have nothing but blood," McGonagall said, "I have investigated before, although the results of the investigation are not even as much as you asked in a few minutes, but I know that some wizards in Knockdown Alley extend their evil claws Arrived here."

"I didn't expect that there would be new discoveries here. Before, I thought that the shady industries of Borgin Bock started from Professor Sykes, and they were linked by the venom of the Winged Demon and the Second Salem. Now it seems that he should have started very early, but I have clearly sent him into Azkaban with my own hands..."

Nelson realized he had slipped his tongue and stopped the conversation.

Mag didn't seem to be aware of the problem with this sentence. She was smart and quickly analyzed Nelson's blind spots from the fragmented information, and continued following his words, "What that person said just now confirms that Bojin Burke His business is very extensive, and it is not ruled out that his client may be a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, and he can escape any penalty at will with the exclusive 'medicine'."

"But what is this 'drug'?" Nelson said with a pensive cat face. "I think I'll have to check it out sometime."

"You don't want to, you want to graduate honestly," McGonagall shook his head. "I will tell Dumbledore, and he will definitely solve this matter. Before that, I can test the results of your apparition."

"what?"

"You don't want to climb a mountain, do you?"

"Aren't you a Muggle girl?"

"Can't a Muggle girl appear as a follower?"

"Okay," Nelson put away the shrunken book, his claws firmly grasping McGonagall's shoulders, "sit tight, Muggle girl!"

With a sense of oppression in the darkness, McGonagall breathed the familiar air of her hometown. She looked in surprise at Nelson who had turned back into a human form and stood beside her. She never thought that he could actually disapparate people in the state of Animagus.

This is a deserted and quiet village with few houses and even fewer houses smoking.

A small middle-aged woman with exquisite appearance stood under the tree at the entrance of the village, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, her face was full of surprise.

"Oh! Minerva!"

She stared at Nelson, and quickly walked over to McGonagall.

"Mom!" Ruyan Ruyan rushed into her mother's arms like throwing herself into her arms, hugging her tightly, "Long time no see."

"Not long ago," the witch gently stroked Mag's hair, "I saw you in the newspaper not long ago."

"It's been a long time!" McGonagall let go of her mother, grabbed her arm and looked up and down, "The thing about Doug that you wrote to me last time has not been finished yet! How is he now! "

(End of this chapter)