The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0150 No useless dinners

After teasing the little witch, Aini apologized and briefly mentioned the contract magic and some deeper things, and satisfies the girl's curiosity by choosing what can be said.

Hmph, for the sake of you knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them, we are still good friends.

Although they still rolled their eyes a few times, the two of them were finally able to play happily together again.

"You mean that the Ministry of Magic's grants and donations from the school trustees only account for a small part, and the rest is the output of the professors. Why is that? Will you be willing?"

Hermione was a little puzzled, are the professors all selfless saints?

"It has nothing to do with me. Sif, Pomona, and Hagrid pay the most money. Sometimes other professors will make some deals through the school, but they are far less than the three of them."

Hearing the names of Hagrid and Professor Sprout, Hermione immediately understood that although they took care of the greenhouse and the Forbidden Forest, both of them are undoubtedly the property of Hogwarts. out rather than contributing.

However, Professor Snape was also in the same row, which made her a little surprised. Do you have to hand over the proceeds from brewing the potion?

"The materials used by Seaver are all provided by Hogwarts. Of course, part of the income must be given to the school."

Aini didn't say a word. In fact, Sif paid the money on his own initiative, which is considered to be repayment to Dumbledore for saving him from the trial court. This is a guy who is unwilling to owe favors.

But there's no need to tell Hermione that.

The two said goodbye on the stairs on the first floor after dinner. The girl wanted to find an empty classroom to familiarize herself with the magic wand in her hand, and Aini had to rush back to feed the little ones. He packed a lot of delicious food in the kitchen just now. .

After returning to the Forbidden Forest to feed the little ones, Aini didn't go back to the tree house, and lay down next to Shay under the envious eyes of other unicorns.

Feeling the powerful fetal movement in his ears, Aini's heart became more peaceful. In the half-dream and half-awake state, he seemed to hear Sylvie's whisper, pondering over it carefully like the whisper of the autumn wind, and fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.

Just when Tom quietly climbed into the belly of the master, Bill sat in the office with a bitter face and threw the hair between his fingers on the ground.

Compared with a year ago, the layout of the room has not changed much, except that there is an extra row of narrow-necked bottle racks on the table, which contain an unknown red liquid.

There is only one candle flickering faintly in the room. In the swaying of the fire, a bubble will float in the bottle from time to time, and it will burst when it floats to the surface of the liquid.

Amidst the slight crackling sound, Bill raised his head, as if there was an answer to everything on the ceiling.

In fact, after hitting a wall again, he didn't know what he was thinking, but let some unknown pictures change in his mind.

Bill had no control over it, like a casual spectator in this weary mind who had nothing to do with it.

Perhaps this is also the case. There are very few scenes such as family, personal, curse, and exploration in the picture, but they are all messy things.

As the head of the seven sons, and the one his parents valued the most, he has been working hard to break the established destiny since he was a child.

Boy genius, prefect, student council president, 12 NEWT certificates, the most potential spellbreaker at Gringotts, one of the most popular professors at Hogwarts...

It seems that the scenery is infinite, but when will he be relaxed and live for himself?

Bill is tired, exhaustion is like countless worms constantly growing out of the bone marrow, he even wants to forget all the struggles in the past, and would rather sit here quietly, close his eyes, and put all the remaining energy on his ears , to distinguish whether the cracking sound just now came from the bubbles in the bottle or the burning candle.

Then when the fire ends, the soul, together with the extinguished wick, is delivered to the quiet and deep darkness.

"There are always many things in life that make us confused about the beginning and the end, as if everything we do is useless."

Bill turned his head and saw a bunch of long silver-white beards shaking, dragging the owner out from the darkness beyond the firelight. The scene was extremely natural, as if the old man had stayed aside until now. .

The old man's face was solemn, and his eyes were full of wisdom, like a prophet who walked out of an epic.

It's a pity that after taking another step forward, a certain red bird stepped on the solemn atmosphere completely.

Hanging out with Ennie every day, Fox is particularly fond of the position on the top of his head. At this time, he is standing on Dumbledore's pointed hat, and the hat is twisted to one side. Matching the old man's solemn expression, he is really full of joy.

Dumbledore obviously also saw Bill's trembling mouth, and patted Fox's paw helplessly.

"Go and play with Ernie." Dumbledore wanted to touch his bird again while talking.

But as soon as the words fell, there was a light on the head, and the hand felt empty.

"Ha ha……"

When the old man was a little embarrassed, Bill's laughter could no longer be controlled, and instantly circled all corners of the room.

A moment later, Dumbledore laughed too.

"Young people, don't make the room too gloomy." The old man stretched out his hand again, and four balls of light shot out from his fingertips, each marking a symmetrical position and sticking to the ceiling, instantly lighting up the room.

"Principal Dumbledore, can it really be successful? I mean..."

After laughing loudly, before the flush on Bill's face faded, he became depressed again. He lowered his head to avoid Dumbledore's sight, and his chapped lips murmured, but he still asked the doubt in his heart after all.

"I don't mean to offend, but is there really any hope of breaking the curse that even you can't break?"

The drooping hair covered Bill's eyes, making his vision somewhat blurred. Although the surroundings were bright, it was difficult to hide the despair in his tone.

But even Bill himself didn't realize that when the question came out, there was a gleam of light in his eyes. Generally speaking, people called it hope.

"I did have times when I was called omniscient, Bill. But everyone knows that was just a joke, Albus Dumbledore, and just an old man who was exploring the path of magic with you."

Dumbledore blinked playfully, but unfortunately he threw it on top of Bill's head.

"In some respects, such as transfiguration, I will not be humble. Cursing is really not what I am good at."

Said that the old principal stepped forward and put his hands on Bill's shoulders.Finally, the eyes of the two met.

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth was raised, and he looked at Bill's exaggerated smile and said: "Congratulations, William Arthur Weasley, you have successfully surpassed Albus Percival Woodfrick in cracking the curse. Brian Dumbledore."

"Pfft~"

Seeing the serious look of the old man, Bill couldn't help laughing again. It seemed that a warmth flowed into his chest along the big hands on his shoulders, and he recovered a little bit of energy.

"But I've tried many times, but..."

"Gu... gulu..."

Bill's face flushed, and after pulling himself together, the stomach and intestines were obviously rejuvenated, calling on the owner to fill the emptiness for it.

"Ha, if I remember correctly, I saw you in the auditorium at dinner."

Bill nodded, knowing that there would be an experiment tonight, he deliberately ate more, but it was still digested after several hours.

"Bill, you're still hungry even after dinner, but we can't say it's useless, can we?"