Hogwarts Homecoming

The final price of the panoramic telescope is five Galleons and ten Sickles, which is cheaper than Amosta's price. There is no way, it will take Mr. Bans a whole week to prepare 300 sets. Panoramic telescope too!

When Amostar was sent away, Mr. Bance was still crying, as if he had lost a lot of money.

Amosta felt that he had overacted somewhat. The cost of most magic items and alchemy tools was 40% to 50% of the selling price. After taxation and operating costs, it would not exceed 60% at most. This business, Mr. Bance is still, uh, anyway, he won't lose money!

Negotiations for the last seven Sickles were very difficult, and the sun was already high when Amosta walked out of the magic supply shop.

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 kind of comfortable, unhurried pace of life has completely left him.

"There's a tougher negotiation yet."

After a while, Amosta took a deep breath and looked towards the castle standing under the blue sky and white clouds. There was still one person waiting for him to persuade, and it was expected that the negotiation process would not be particularly smooth.

Before noon, at about half past ten, Amosta returned to Hogwarts Castle again. In order not to affect the lunch time, he hurriedly stepped on the marble stairs, and skillfully crossed the moving stairs and entered the second floor of Gryffindor The area of ​​activity of the college students.

Rough arguments came from the other end of the corridor. Amosta stretched his neck and listened to a few words, but he didn't hear anything. Because he was in a hurry, he hurriedly turned to the other side of the corridor and rang The door to the office on the side of the corridor.

"Please come in."

The stern voice from behind the door awakened the image in Amosta's memory, he smiled slightly, twisted the doorknob and stepped in.

Professor McGonagall's office was much smaller than Snape's, and there were piles of documents all around the walls, homework for little wizards and teaching aids used in class.

Professor McGonagall's small desk was by the window, facing the Quidditch pitch.

When Amosta came in, she was lowering her head to review the documents. Amosta, with good eyesight, took a quick glance. It seemed that it was an application for the purchase of teaching aids submitted by professors of various subjects in the second half of the semester.

"Oh, it's Amostar."

Professor McGonagall, who was working at the desk, dialed the black mirror frame and turned around. When he saw who was coming, his tightly pursed lips relaxed a little.

"You look much more mature than three years ago, I almost didn't recognize you."

Professor McGonagall got up and looked at Snape's favorite student in front of him, his expression was much gentler than when facing the little wizard.

To be honest, before Amosta's fifth grade, the communication between her and Amosta was limited to the few exchanges in the classroom and the approval of his bursary application every year. The unremarkable little Slytherin wizards have not received special attention.

Until the night before Christmas, when Amosta was in fifth grade.

That night, Amosta Bryan refreshed her evaluation of the child twice in a very short period of time, from extreme disgust to extreme gratitude.

She had kept a close eye on Amosta since that night.

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall,"

Amosta smiled sincerely, "Compared to three years ago, you haven't changed much."

While Professor McGonagall was looking at herself, Amosta was also looking at her with a smile on her face. What she said just now was just his polite flattery. To be honest, Professor McGonagall is older than before and more human I lost weight and had a lot more gray hair.

There is no way to do it. It is only bad luck for her to meet such a "responsible" headmaster like Albus Dumbledore

The window of the room was open, and a faint smell of violet wine could be smelled in the air. Professor McGonagall guided Amosta to sit down, while he walked to the burning fireplace and took the teapot from the shelf.

"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 he didn't know who he was blaming.

"Anyway, Amosta, welcome back to school!"

Amosta took a sip of the tea, no surprise, the bitterness made the scalp tingle, it seems that Professor McGonagall brewed this pot of tea to sober up, he put down the teacup calmly, and did not take another sip desire,

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, I am also very glad that I have this opportunity to return to Hogwarts, you know, many young wizards dream of returning here a few years after graduation, and relive the carefree campus time."

“Yes, there are many fond memories of people here”

Amosta's words pleased Professor McGonagall, her shoulders were no longer so tense,

"Having said that, if I remember correctly, this seems to be the second time we've had a 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 fifth grade semester, and you talked to me once, the purpose was to persuade me not to deliberately make mistakes in the homework of each class, and try to show my true level Oh, I'm sorry, Professor, I was indeed a little weird back then!"

"Snape told me in private that you call this kind of behavior 'playing a slug and eating a dragon'. It's a very apt metaphor, Amosta. But this time, you're going to convince me."

Professor McGonagall didn't mind chatting with Amosta for a while to get to know him better, which was exactly her duty as the school's vice-principal.

But unfortunately, she still has a lot of things to do today. After handling the daily business affairs of Hogwarts, she still has to make teaching plans for each grade next year, salary adjustment plans for professors of various subjects, and "Transfiguration Today" Several Transfiguration papers were anxiously awaiting her comments.

Because of these complicated affairs, when other professors were still enjoying the happy Christmas vacation, she even had to plan ahead to squeeze out the time for a reception.

"...Principal Dumbledore asked me to arrange a residence and an office for you,"

Professor McGonagall tightened her lips, her expression became solemn,

"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. Originally, this matter Should belong to Headmaster Dumbledore, but... well, let's not mention that,"

Professor McGonagall's mood became bad, she took a deep breath, her eyes were sharp, and she asked sharply

"I'm not questioning the feasibility of your plan, Amosta, my question is, do you think this plan is really appropriate, in order to find the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, monitor all the daily life of the little wizards?"