0274 Little trade expert
0274 Little trade expert
Professor McGonagall asked for leave, and it was naturally impossible for Dumbledore to refuse.
After getting the principal's consent, McGonagall signaled Aini to leave quickly, and then began to explain to Dumbledore the progress of the fifth, sixth, and seventh grades.
Hmph, she wanted to change to a clean place to study for a while. After all, as long as she was still at Hogwarts, there would always be troubles coming to her.
But McGonagall didn't want to bully his apprentice. You must know that Dumbledore has never lost the title of Professor of Transfiguration, and it is only natural to help substitute.
The vice-principal is under the management of the principal, and the direct management right of the professor of transfiguration is in the hands of the supervisor of transfiguration.
Dumbledore knew that Aini was taking the time to enrich his mind, and happily took up McGonagall's work.
As for the matter of the ancient Egyptian remnant soul, it has been delayed for more than a year anyway, so let friends study it first.
On the contrary, Aini's trip to Turkey was about to be postponed. He wanted to ask for leave before leaving, but Professor McGonagall preempted it.
But the history is buried there, and I will never run away on my own, and it doesn't matter if I go later.
In contrast, Minerva's promotion to the Grand Wizard is the most urgent thing.
Mag wanted to go back to pack her luggage, so Aini left the principal's office with her.
"Take care, Annie, I won't say goodbye to you when I leave later."
The two walked to the stairs, and the witch gave the disciple a big hug.
"You'll make it, Minerva. Any idea where to go?"
Aini hugged the teacher, feeling warm in his heart.Since seven years ago, the witch traveled between the two places, trying her best to teach him, working tirelessly, without utilitarianism, and without asking for anything in return.
He couldn't forget the seriousness on Mag's face when he was teaching him; he couldn't forget the worry and anxiety on the witch's face when she found it difficult to use the spell normally; But when she learned that she had become a great wizard, the pride and joy on her face.
But at that time, Aini still caught the trace of loss in Minerva's eyes.
Well now, Professor McGonagall is about to pass the threshold of the great wizard.
"I'd like to go back to the Caithness suburbs for a while and then maybe go elsewhere."
When the witch answered, her eyes flickered for a moment. Caithness was the place she remembered the most, bar none.
She was born there, grew up there, had two younger brothers there, and also witnessed the love and suffering between wizards and Muggles there.
Her mother was an excellent wizard and her father was a Muggle priest.
She has shown extraordinary talent for magic since she was a little girl. She can feel the pain in her parents' hearts. There is no dissatisfaction with each other, but helplessness with life.
Love allows them to tolerate each other, but the two still cannot ignore the eyes of the world.
Love makes them stronger, but it is difficult to heal their inner fatigue.
Childhood experiences have had a huge impact on Meg. She believes in the love of her parents, and she can feel the warmth of the two cuddling each other. However, along with this, there are long-term pain and worries.
So in the summer of her graduation, when McGonagall, who was still a girl, followed her mother's mistakes and fell in love with a Muggle youth, her childhood experience made her make a completely opposite choice from her mother.
The day after she agreed to the other party's marriage proposal on impulse, McGonagall told the boy that she had regretted it, and then left her hometown to work in the Ministry of Magic.
The road ahead was not smooth sailing, and she was shaken once, if she hadn't left at the beginning, what would happen to herself now.
To be honest, even McGonagall wasn't sure if she really wanted to go back to that place, but she hadn't left Hogwarts for many years and had no other place to go for a while.
"There seems to be only a small magic power node near Caithness, which is not very suitable for further study. Why not go to Lake Lucerne in Switzerland. Breath of Nature has a large magic power node there, and the environment is very pleasant and clean."
Although Mag seldom talked about the past, Aini knew a lot. It would be bad if the teacher returned to his hometown and affected his mood. After all, the young first love is always the most memorable and regrettable.
"This is the port key to Lake Lucerne. Professor Kettleburn is in charge of a project there after he retires. He will be very happy to see you."
Before the teacher agreed, Aini took out a pebble from his pocket and stuffed it into the witch's hand.
"Thanks, I'll be there."
From the attitude of the other party, Mag guessed what he knew, and the love from the disciple made the witch's eyes turn red quietly.
Staring at Aini for a few seconds, Mag stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his head after a long absence.
"Goodbye, Ernie."
Hugging her favorite child again, Mag turned and walked down the stairs.
"Everything is going well, Minerva."
In the sound of Aini's blessing, Mag walked around the corner of the stairs, waved to him, and then disappeared from the disciple's sight.
A few seconds later, Aini looked away, took out a notebook from his pocket, turned to the page marked Capet, and began to write.
This is the main new product of Breath of Nature in the future, called Yushu, which can send messages instantly.
In fact, Aini also had a similar method before, but the cost was very high and it was difficult to popularize.
It wasn't until Lemay gave him the blue tower that Aini obtained many alchemy formulas, and was able to replace the original few rare materials to greatly reduce the cost. This was the basis for mass production.
After explaining about Mag with Capet, Aini cut off the communication before the other party complained, and wanted to return to the office on the second floor.
But before he could leave, two big boys who bumped into each other ran down the stairs laughing and laughing.
"Hey Annie, do you have time? We have a new product again."
"It works so well, it's sure to be a hit."
Just by listening to this way of singing and speaking, you don't need to look at the face to know who is coming.
"Come on, go to my office."
Aini was immediately aroused. The two brothers inherited their father's alchemy talent in excess, and they can always tinker with some small objects that are outstanding in certain aspects.
Of course, most of them are not serious.
"You're back... Ah, Fred, George, good morning."
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the girl raised her head from the pile of books, only to find that Aini was followed by two redheads.
"Are you going to Hogsmeade again? Be careful recently, someone has already reported to the professor."
After greeting each other, Hermione looked at their bulging robes and reminded them.
With Aini's guidance for two years, she is no longer the girl who only knows death.
"No wonder Snape looked at us in a strange way today. It must be Flint. He wanted to pay on credit yesterday."
"But how could we be so smart to trust a troll without credibility!"
The brain tube turned around, and the twins directly locked on the informer.
There may be some small conflicts between the various colleges, but the ivory tower is always purer. The two of them are jealous a lot, but they feel too shameful to report it.
Because Quidditch and Flint have had a grudge against Flint for a long time, and he is not a broad-minded person, and yesterday's rejection is enough to make that Slytherin troll do stupid things.
A veritable folly.
Now everyone can't go to Hogsmeade to buy, even his Slytherin classmates are counting on the twins to bring something. If the purchase channel is really cut off because of Flint's whistleblower, I'm afraid he won't be able to eat it inside the Snake Yard. go around.
After all, they are the only two small trade masters in Hogwarts.
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Little experts Siwa and Wuwa, hey, which two gourds are they?
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