Hogwarts Magic School, Principal's Office.

Dumbledore sat in a chair, holding a mirror in his hand, and chatting gently with a child.

From time to time, laughter came from inside, as if amused by Dumbledore's cold joke.

A moment later, another sound of "Anne, I'm having a meal" came from the mirror, and the girl said "goodbye" and left quickly.

Dumbledore put down the mirror and looked at the time with unfulfilled satisfaction, but he didn't expect that it was already time for dinner.

In front of him was a huge clawed table with a shelf behind the seat, which was placed on it with a ragged spire wizard hat.

"Dumbledore, how about the lyrics I just prepared?" The hat twisted and cracked a crack from the edge of the hat.

"It's pretty good, the lyrics are as good as ever, and students will like it!" Dumbledore commented.

"But, you didn't listen at all!" The branch hat made a sharp sound.

It was neglected, and it was very dissatisfied.

"You only care about chatting with that little girl. Is it more interesting than me to talk about her?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. Isn't this obvious?

The branch hat is simply a humiliation.

The branch hat obviously did not have this awareness. It muttered a few words and asked again, "Have you gone to Neumungard?"

Dumbledore was in a hurry and was silent for a moment, shaking his head: "Didn't go."

"Why, aren't you going to the Wizards' Federation? The conference is held in Austria, so close."

Dumbledore didn't speak.

"He has been writing to you, saying that he is sick and in poor health and wants to see you." The branch hat chased her and was reluctant to gossip.

Dumbledore finally raised his head and said in an old voice: "What should I say when I see him?"

The branch hat grinned and said, "Tell me about the recent situation, talk about my heart and care about each other's flesh... Isn't my body good?"

"This has been talked about in the letter." Dumbledore glanced at a locked cabinet, which contained a stack of letters from Neumungaard.

"Writing a letter and meeting each other are two different things." The branch hat advised in the tone of a person who has experienced it.

It seems that it once had a heroic rural love story with a certain women's hat.

Dumbledore said softly: "The time difference caused by delays between letters is probably only comparable to the microsecond difference in bacterial time of natural yeast."

The branch hat interrupted: "Once communication becomes too efficient, you no longer need to look up and look at each other, and some feelings will depreciate quickly without being noticed...

Dumbledore, I have read the book "Charing Cross" as well."

"Oh, who gave it to you?" Dumbledore curiously.

"William, he gave me Christmas gifts. This kid really said, "The first time I have received a gift from someone other than you."

I remember his family lives near Chaling Cross Street, right?"

"Yes, it's a beautiful street. I've visited once, but William hasn't lived there recently. He bought a house in the Wizards' Village."

Dumbledore was happy to be able to shift the topic away from Grindelwald.

Just then, a knock came from outside the door.

Dumbledore looked at the door and whispered: "Come in."

A tall witch in an emerald green robe opened the door and walked in.

The Sorting Hat immediately shut up, and it also felt that it was not a good time to discuss Dumbledore's emotional issues in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, good afternoon." Dumbledore signaled Professor McGonagall to sit down in the chair.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore, I have something to discuss with you. Do you have time now?"

"Of course, all day," Dumbledore smiled.

"But no hurry, let's have some honey butter badanmu first? This is a small gift from Annie."

Dumbledore waved his hand and a plate appeared on the table.

Professor McGonagall politely refused. She was over the age of enjoying snacks, so she handed over a document.

"This semester, there are a total of 17 students who want to apply for funds. I have reviewed them. The quota is here and you need to sign it."

Dumbledore took the list and looked carefully.

Hogwarts does not charge any tuition fees at all, and will even provide a scholarship fund for poor students to ensure their smooth graduation.

"I think the amount of our tuition fund should be increased, and this amount is too small," Dumbledore said.

Lockhart had to buy seven books at once, and the amount of scholarships was not enough for those students who had poor financial resources.

"But there is the school manager..." Professor McGonagall hesitated. "I think Malfoy will object."

"Let Professor Snape go and talk, he will find a way to reach the talks." Dumbledore said confidently.

"I remember, didn't Professor Snape just persuade Malfoy to donate seven light wheels to Slytherin College 2001?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's so generous. If I had known Malfoy was so enthusiastic about education, I wouldn't have changed my broom so quickly..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore with a small look, and she pursed her lips, not very happy.

I didn’t win the Quidditch Cup last year, and this year Slytherin Academy replaced the shotgun again... Could it be that the Quidditch Cup has become a lifetime series, right?

Wait... Gryffindor hasn't won the Academy Cup in several years!

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tighter.

"Of course, if the school director does not agree, we can let Xisiao dig gold mines all over the world. I remember that there are many Xisiao in Newt's home."

Dumbledore said another cold joke. Professor McGonagall felt a chill, and she felt goosebumps.

"Principal, there is one more thing, about William's class schedule." "What's wrong?" Dumbledore's tone did not change at all.

"He has chosen all twelve courses. There are many time conflicts here. Do you need to help him apply for a time converter?" Professor McGonagall asked.

If students love learning too much, professors can write various letters to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that the owner is a model student and will never use it for anything other than learning.

Of course, there are very few students who meet the conditions, and they must be good students with good character and academic performance.

Dumbledore crossed his hands and shook his head, "No, which class William wants to take depends entirely on himself, just give him the exam in the end."

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Okay, it seems you have decided that you have always made your own sense."

Dumbledore held up the glasses on the twisted bridge of his nose and asked, "Is there any other problem?"

"It's about... the new Professor of Dark Magic Defense, let me ask, especially Professor Snape.

During this period, you went to Austria to hold a wizarding conference. We heard that Lockhart was going to be a professor?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

Lockhart was a total trouble, and he created various problems during his school days.

Lockhart told everyone who would listen to him: he would make a Philosopher's Stone before graduation, then lead England to the Quidditch World Cup as captain, and finally become the youngest Minister of Magic in the UK.

Lockhart also longs for attention and various awards.

He asked the principal to start the school newspaper just to see his name being printed on it.

This was also the first Hogwarts newspaper, but it was all praised by him, and it was then terminated.

When he saw that these "feats" did not win him attention, he began to take more grand and dramatic measures.

Professor McGonagall doesn't like this student at all, let alone come back to teach.

It was simply a disaster.

So, why did Dumbledore want him to come back?

Wouldn't the two really have some special deal as Snape guessed?

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(Thanks to the "LIEbe" boss for the reward)
Chapter completed!