Chapter 822: Failed Memory Extraction
It was early evening. After a long day, Professor McGonagall had finished dinner and was making her way back to her office for some much-needed rest.
With Professor Dumbledore absent and no one else to share the burden, all the school’s affairs had fallen squarely on her shoulders. On top of that, she was still responsible for teaching all seven years of Transfiguration. Even someone as seasoned as Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but feel worn out.
As she passed by Slughorn’s office, she could clearly hear bursts of laughter coming from within.
Apparently deciding the danger had passed, Slughorn had resumed hosting his classic dinner gatherings.
Professor McGonagall shook her head and briskly walked past.
How carefree... Not a single person in this school gave her peace of mind—especially Slughorn. Even though she had already turned him down twice, he still had the nerve to send in a new request just yesterday, asking to purchase Self-Stirring Cauldrons.
As if the school governors would ever approve the budget for something that expensive.
McGonagall returned to her office, and just as she was about to close the door, she suddenly noticed an owl perched on the railing.
It wasn’t unusual to see owls at Hogwarts. They flew through the castle daily, delivering letters and packages. It would be stranger not to see one.
But this owl felt different. Something about it seemed... off.
"Who are you?"
She immediately drew her wand, eyes narrowing sharply.