Chapter 2508: Minerva's past

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Many people know that Minerva McGonagall, a strict and excellent professor of transfiguration and today's headmistress, worked in the Department of Magic Law Enforcement at the British Ministry of Magic for two years before joining Hogwarts.
There, the young Minerva met Elphinstone Elcott, who was her immediate boss at the time, and finally got married after experiencing the unremitting pursuit and silent waiting of the other party for more than two decades. .
The marriage was actually quite short-lived, because Elcott, who had retired from the Ministry of Magic at the time, died after being bitten by a poisonous tentacles less than three years after living with Minerva. After that, Minerva moved back to Hogwarts Castle and decided to devote the rest of her life to her teaching career.
It’s just that few people know why Minerva, who should have always had a good impression of Elcott, an old colleague and boss, refused the other party’s marriage proposal time and time again in those years. The marriage that was supposed to be happy and lasting was delayed for more than 20 years, so that neither party to the marriage could get a good ending...
In the bar, Aberforth, who was carelessly wiping the goblet, glanced at the two people who were talking—he didn’t listen to Minerva’s conversation with each other, but what they were talking about, he But how much can be guessed.
Because he was one of the few people who knew the secret.
Aberforth and Elcott knew each other.
I can’t say how familiar it is, but in the first few years when Minerva rejected a great opportunity for promotion and resigned from the Ministry of Magic and chose to return to school, Elcott would always go to Hogmore every time he took a vacation. Drink a few glasses at the pig’s head bar in Decun—the little man who works swiftly and hard, but always looks a little clumsy outside of work, especially when facing beautiful women, is like this, he doesn’t even dare to be obvious The more lively Three Broomsticks Bar, I am afraid that meeting Minerva there will make the other party feel too annoying.
After going back and forth, Elcott was acquainted with Aberforth, and Aberforth also learned from Elcott, who occasionally drank slightly, the Miller he had always loved. Wa McGonagall, the younger generation in the workplace whom my brother often praises, seems to have someone he likes.
It’s just that in the eyes of outsiders like Aberforth, Elcott is not as "cheeky and wishful thinking" as he always nagging when he is drunk... That little man who is usually somewhat stupid, just Minerva's life was "a step late" a little bit, nothing more.
Perhaps Elcott actually understands this, so he has been waiting silently, never giving up.
So as expected, at nightfall, Elcott, who had already retired from the Ministry of Magic, reappeared at the Pig’s Head Bar and went to invite Aberforth to his wedding with a red face—he was probably before leaving the house. I have already drunk several glasses!
Then that night, Elcott was drunk in front of the bar.
It was also that night that Aberforth finally heard clearly from Elcott the man who was said to be Minerva's first love and who had even talked about getting engaged.
According to Elcott, it was the son of a farmer named "Dugor McGregor" who lived in Caithness, Scotland, and was a Muggle.
He heard Elcott also say that although Minerva loved the man, she could not tell him that she was a witch. Because Minerva, who had just graduated from Hogwarts and joined the Ministry of Magic at the time, suddenly realized that if she accepted the other party’s proposal, she had to abide by the "International Secrecy Law" and lock her wand and lose her job at the Ministry of Magic. , And let go of all your ideals and goals.
And that kind of life...obviously is not acceptable to the young and ambitious Minerva.
So Minerva finally rejected Dugor's proposal and left the other party. Even if the other party sent a lot of letters to Minerva later-in order to prevent the other party from waiting needlessly, Minerva never agreed.
However, this emotion that was wiped out by her own hands eventually left an unhealable wound in Minerva’s heart, and even affected her views on the Ministry of Magic’s job and on the many regulations of the International Secrecy Law, and thus directly What caused her to leave the Ministry of Magic happened.
It wasn't until three days before Elcott went to the Pig's Head Bar to drunk and confide in the night, when the son of a farmer named Dugor died, Minerva's long and rugged first love finally came to an end.
"...I've seen the guy named Dugor secretly several times. He is indeed a good man, and even I have to admit it. It's just...he's been relatively happily—the kid later went to a local farmer. The daughter got married and gave birth to a daughter... It's just a pain for Minerva! She just can't let it go... just can't let it go..."
These were the last words Elcott said that night before he was completely drunk.
"It's not the same with your kid!"
At that time, Aberforth looked at the little man who was lying down on the bar and shook his head, and replied grumpily, but the little man who was already drunk obviously couldn't hear it anymore.
"I just didn't expect that after a low-key wedding with few people attending, only a few years later, it would be a funeral. To me, the poorest one has always been that little man."
Hearing faint words like "poor" coming from over there, UU Read www.uukanshu.com Aberforth shook his head secretly-although he knew that McGonagall was definitely not saying the same thing, but that Obviously it has nothing to do with him. He just remembered for a moment the poor little man who always came to his own bar, sat in front of the window that was almost the same place, and looked at Hogwarts Castle and pouring himself.
Among the guests who came and went to the pig's head bar with some unscrupulous things, Elcott could probably be regarded as one of his few old friends for so many years.
"...Miss McGonagall, I don't know much about magic and things, and I only know you in the magic world. So, for Dugor's sake, my poor grandson still has to ask you. …I beg you!"
When Aberforth was at the bar thinking about the past, there were tears in the eyes of the old Muggle woman sitting across from McGonagall at the small round table in front of the window.
"Relax, rest assured! The Blois therapists are the best magicians in France. They will do their best to treat the children-whether they are wizards or ordinary people, it is the same! When the things on my side are finished, I will Take the kids over, so don’t worry!"
McGonagall looked at each other and said seriously.