The final price of the panoramic telescope was five galleons and ten sickles, which was cheaper than Amosta's price. There was no other way. It took Mr. Bans a whole week to prepare enough. Where are the three hundred panoramic telescopes
When sending Amosta away, Mr. Bans was still crying, as if he had lost a lot of money.
Amosta felt that he was overacting. The cost of most magic items and alchemy equipment is 40 to 50% of the selling price. After including taxes and operating costs, it would not exceed at most. 60%, this business, Mr. Bans, uh, anyway, will not lose money
The negotiation process for the last seven xicos was very difficult. When Amosta walked out of the magic supplies store, The sun has risen very high.
Amosta stood in the middle of the street, letting the bright sunshine shine on his body, enjoying the rare comfort at this moment. Since graduation, this comfortable, unhurried pace of life has been Stay away from him completely.
"There is a more difficult negotiation"
After a while, Amosta took a deep breath and looked at the castle standing under the blue sky and white clouds. There was another person there. Waiting for him to convince, and it can be expected that the negotiation process will not go particularly smoothly.
Before noon, around 10:30, Amosta returned to Hogwarts Castle again. In order not to affect lunch time, he hurriedly stepped onto the marble stairs and skillfully stepped over the moving stairs to enter. The activity area for Gryffindor House students on the second floor.
A rough argument came from far away from the other end of the corridor. Amosta craned his neck to listen to a few words, but he didn’t hear anything. Because he was in a hurry, he hurriedly turned to the other side. On one side of the corridor, there was a knock on the door of the office next to the corridor.
"Please come in."
The stern voice from behind the door awakened the image in Amosta's memory. He smiled slightly, twisted the door handle and stepped in.
Professor McGonagall's office is much smaller than Snape's. The walls are surrounded by piles of files, homework for the little wizards, and teaching aids used in class.
Professor McGonagall's small desk is next to the window, facing the Quidditch pitch.
When Amosta came in, she was reviewing documents with her head down. Amosta, who had a good eye, quickly glanced at it and saw that it seemed to be the purchase application for teaching supplementary materials submitted by professors of various subjects in the second half of the semester. .
"Oh, it's Amosta."
Professor McGonagall, who was working at the desk, turned around and saw who was coming. Her lips were a little looser,
"You look much more mature than you were three years ago. I almost didn't recognize you."
Professor McGonagall stood up and looked at the Snake in front of her. Pu's protégé's expression was much gentler than when he usually faced the little wizard.
To be honest, before Amosta was in fifth grade, the communication between her and Amosta was limited to a few exchanges in class and the review and approval of his scholarship application every year.Apart from that, she had no special attention to this little Slytherin wizard who didn't have a distinctive personality.
Until Amosta was in fifth grade, on the night before Christmas Eve.
That night, Amosta Blaine refreshed her inner evaluation of the child twice in a very short period of time, from extreme disgust to extreme gratitude.
Since that night, she has been paying close attention to Amosta.
"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall,"
Amosta smiled sincerely, "Compared to three years ago, you haven't changed much."
Just as Professor McGonagall was looking at herself, Amosta was also looking at her with a smile. The words he just said were just his polite flattery. To be honest, Professor McGonagall was a bit older than before. , the person is thinner and has a lot more white hair.
There is nothing that can be done about it. When she encounters such a responsible principal like Albus Dumbledore, she can only have bad luck
The window in the room is open , a faint smell of violet wine could be smelled in the air, Professor McGonagall guided Amosta to sit down, and walked to the burning fireplace, taking down the teapot from the shelf,
" At midnight last night, Principal Dumbledore left me a message, telling me that the school board sent you back to school."
There was some dissatisfaction in Professor McGonagall's tone, and she didn't know who she was blaming. .
"Anyway, Amosta, welcome back to school"
Amosta took a shallow sip of the tea. Not surprisingly, it was so bitter that it made people scalp. Feeling numb, it seems that this pot of tea was brewed by Professor McGonagall to sober up. He put down the tea cup calmly, without any desire to take another sip,
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, I also I’m glad that I have this opportunity to return to Hogwarts. You know, many little wizards dream of returning here a few years after graduation and reliving their carefree school days.”
"Yes, there are many good memories of people here"
Amosta's words made Professor McGonagall happy, her shoulders were no longer so tense,
"Speaking of which Come back, if I remember correctly, this seems to be our second face-to-face conversation, right?"
Amosta nodded slightly, recalling the time back then,
"You remember correctly, it was more than halfway through the second half of the second half of the fifth grade. You had a talk with me. The purpose was to persuade me not to deliberately make mistakes in the homework of each course, and to try to show my true level. "Oh, I'm sorry, Professor, I was a little weird back then"
"Snape told me privately that you called this behavior pretending to be a slug and eating a fire dragon, which is a very apt metaphor, Amosta But this time, you have to convince me instead.”
Professor McGonagall doesn’t mind chatting with Amosta for a while to get to know him better, which is exactly what she is. Responsibilities of the Deputy Head of School.
But unfortunately, she still has a baby todayThere were a lot of things to do. After dealing with the daily operations of Hogwarts, she still had to make teaching plans for each grade next year, salary adjustment plans for professors in various subjects, and today's Transfiguration. Several Transfiguration papers were also waiting for her anxiously. critical comments.
Because of these complicated affairs, while other professors were still enjoying their happy Christmas vacation, she had to plan in advance to squeeze out time for a cocktail party.
"Principal Dumbledore asked me to arrange a residence and office for you."
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and became solemn,
"I I originally planned to meet you after dinner, but when I met Professor Snape this morning, he mentioned your plan to me by the way, which forced me to talk to you in advance. This matter should belong to Deng. Principal Bullydo, but, well, let’s not mention this,”
Professor McGonagall’s mood became bad, she took a deep breath, her eyes were sharp, and she asked sharply
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