*** Minerva McGonagall***
In early summer, I received a notice that Brighton had seen increased magic activity. The artifact tracking the magnolites confirmed that there should live one of the descendants of the genus Rookwood. According to the collected data, it was known that this is a very energetic child, which is why his family often moved from place to place. In general, it is surprising that there has never been a message to the oblivienteres from there. I can only pray to Merlin that the child is not as corrupt as his distant relative. I had never been to the South Coast before, so I had to ride the Night Knight. Whoever said anything, it was the fastest way to get there. I already had to wait long enough with this notification, which came back in May. It was just enough time this year to get some sleep. Because of the Ministry"s new education policy, Hogwarts" graduates are showing all the worst results every year. Some even had to retake the exams! -Klizlovy excrement! - When I fell out of this torturous transport, I swore, shaking off my robe from the syrup poured on me by my neighbor in this Morganov carriage. I wish I could say that my legs wouldn"t be in this so-called bus anymore, but don"t get too excited. Anything in life can happen, and magicians should not throw promises.
After making sure no one was around, my robe was clean again with a quick wave of the magic wand. Another swing and instead of a robe, I was wearing a spacious shirt with a long skirt in a strict style. After checking the results, I headed towards the city where the Muggleborn was supposed to live. Usually, it takes me a few days to search. You have to join the Muggle society, look through their memories until you find something strange. Very seldom do the searches end on the day they begin?
This time I was lucky. It took me only half a day to find a member of the Rockwood family, not one, but two at once! Walking on the as-fa-ti-rove road (they"ll come up with names! ), I was thinking about what I saw in the memoirs of a local school teacher. Using the basics of legalization, which was trained by each teacher, I managed to learn that almost nothing strange happened at school. There were no strange explosions, no dyed hair, no flying objects. Everything was normal and without magic.
Witnesses did not even have to clean up their memories. Then, why did the artifact point to this place? To my great joy, in one moment I felt indignation in magic. Outside the walls of Hogwarts, such echoes are well felt. When I turned my cat around (in this form it was much easier for me to feel the source of magic oscillation), I listened to my feelings and ran towards the cliff where something was still happening. Already jumping from stone to stone, it became clear that someone was casting witchcraft down on the shore.
Maglonite cannot use natural magic so often, so it is some kind of apostate. It is necessary to investigate, and then to inform the ministry. Unfortunately, in order not to give himself away, magic could not be used, as it could feel the intruder. I had to go down the steep terrain, trusting the grace and dexterity of the cats. Soon, I found myself at the mouth, from where I could see the whole beach, where two boys in swimming trunks were running.
I wouldn"t have noticed if one of the hooligans hadn"t created a wall of sand when the other one pointed a stream of water at him. Conscious use of elemental magic? I only read about it and saw the director light candles with a wave of his hand several times, but that the children would do such things. .. This magnolia will become strong wizards if they survive, which with these games significantly reduces their chances. The teenager who was hiding behind the wall, can not hold back the pressure of water for long and may drown or it will just blow him towards the rocks, where he will get seriously injured. -Enough! - Not thinking for long, I jumped to the battlefield, taking the human form. - What have you done here, young people?
***Ast***
My eleventh birthday was a month ago, but no letter from the Ministry came. I had already stopped hoping and started to think about how to get into this Kosuya alley my father was talking about to buy all the things necessary for independent study. Nick didn"t share my enthusiasm and offered to wait a little longer. We have already discussed all the plans and what kind of education I should get. Sometimes I even got the feeling that he wanted to protect me from the magical world. But I have so many questions! What is the difference between internal energy and magic and elements? What holds back souls? How does magic work with elements? How should it work? And so on. These answers without the necessary literature and mentors, I will get much longer, if at all I can achieve something.