Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

When Professor McGonagall led Ricardo out of the vault, the goblin at the door moved again, his eyes greedily glancing at the gold mines and jewels, which were even more shining than before.

Subconsciously swallowing, trying to suppress the greed in his heart, he closed the door.

"Key." Handed the key back to Professor McGonagall.

If it weren't for the fear of the powerful Professor McGonagall, it would be completely feasible to secretly steal a 'management fee' in front of people. Most wizards would not be able to detect the goblin's little moves.

I was annoyed that the old woman and young man in front of me had so much wealth, but they were unwilling to tip thousands of galleons to the cute 'goblin'. There were no more flattering words in their mouths, and their stooped and humble appearance no longer existed.

Cursing, he threw the goblin mining lamp on the car seat, started the goblin rail car and left.

A goblin who calls himself a 'goblin'.

……

Until they walked out of Gringotts, no one noticed anything unusual. Only the boy had a few extra volumes of ancient books in his hand. Some people only guessed that Professor McGonagall had taken out the books in the vault.

Some ancient spells relied on metal wands to work.

But no one would have guessed that the most precious information of these pure-blood families, which recorded some rare spells and inscriptions, were all in the arms of a ten-year-old boy.

The wealth that the pure-blood family has always coveted has been eaten by the iron-eating beast.

"Think carefully whether Harry's broom was eaten by an iron beast."

Eating this money will reduce the money to buy Harry a broom in the future. Ricardo is not sure whether Professor McGonagall used the money in the vault or her own saved salary to buy Nimbus 2000 for Harry.

The iron-eating beast in the body has self-awareness and cannot control it, and its personality is gluttony.

The Flame Lion's personality is lethargy, while the Storm Thunder Eagle's personality is violent. The former can rest unshakably in volcanic lava for hundreds of years, while the latter will attack human villages.

"What are you talking about?"

On the way back, I kept hearing the boy muttering, as if he was thinking about something, and Professor McGonagall asked.

I saw a group of children running from the front, fighting with each other and hitting many passers-by.

Subconsciously, he put his hands on the shoulders of the child next to him and stood aside to protect Ricardo.

"Well, nothing."

Ricardo's view was blocked by Professor McGonagall's robe.

He took the initiative to protect him in front of him, and waited until the children were playing and running away before letting go of his hands on his shoulders again.

"If you have any questions about magic and want to ask, you can just ask. Don't be afraid."

Subconsciously protect your children.

Professor McGonagall didn't care about the documents, but cared more about whether the boy would be injured. He kept one hand on Ricardo's shoulder for the rest of the way.

He was half leaning on his arms, protecting the boy by his side.

"Well, yes, teacher."

Feeling the hand on his shoulder, Ricardo also followed the guidance of the force and moved a little closer.

Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall with surprised expressions.

It seemed to them that there was something special about the boy that the head of Gryffindor was so protective of, and whether he would be their child's future rival.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Passing by the magic robe shop again, Mrs. Malkin was still preparing robes for new students. The shop was crowded, and compared to the Owl Post Office opposite, it seemed deserted.

Most of the affordable, high-quality owls have been bought by the time the first students arrive in the morning.

Stores will also seize business opportunities.

The people who came to Diagon Alley today were wizard families and pure-blood families, and the main target for sale was the new students of wizard families. It was estimated how many new students would enroll, and then prepare a rough number of owls.

Such as the cute little snowy owl.

It was still hanging at the top and had not been sold. The scorching sun around two o'clock in the afternoon shone into the birdcage. With its lush hair, it felt hot and kept drinking water in the cage.

It hasn't waited for Hagrid or met Harry Potter.

"Didn't you buy an owl?"

Finding the child next to him staring at the snow-white owl, Professor McGonagall stopped and looked over.

He asked as he walked towards the Owl Post Office, as if he knew that the boy would be sensible and refuse, but Professor McGonagall would not be stingy when it comes to children.

The boss took the initiative to walk out the door and warmly greeted Professor McGonagall. With a smile on his face, he took the snow owl off and handed it to the house elf behind him.

There's no way a Hogwarts professor would be carrying a birdcage on the street, that would be outrageous.

"It will then be sent to your residence."

The owner of the Owl Post Office was fat, and his feather-stained hand took the gold galleons handed by Professor McGonagall.

【Harry Potter's Nimbus 2000-1】

【Harry Potter's Hedwig-1】

"No, send it to the villa in Hogsmeade."

I haven’t been back for a long time.

Since her late husband passed away, Professor McGonagall took her suitcase and locked herself in a small cubicle behind the bookshelf in the Hogwarts library, living with the monotonous floor tiles, bed, and wardrobe.

He looked down at the boy beside him.

If you teach your children that they naturally need a high-quality living environment, apart from Hogwarts, the dusty villa is the best choice.

And Hermione, when I saw her in the morning, the little girl was left alone at home by her parents.

Professor McGonagall is thinking that perhaps she should discuss with Hermione's parents so that they can allow Hermione to come to the villa in Hogsmeade during the summer vacation and live there, and he can also teach Hermione magic knowledge.

"Okay, as you wish, Professor."

The owner of the Owl Post Office bowed slightly and sent Professor McGonagall away with great respect.

In this way, all the owls purchased this time are sold.

Also because it was just bred, the current snowy owl is covered with pure white feathers and has no black spots, making it extremely cute.

The village of Hogsmeade is located on the edge of the Black Lake. Except for the more troublesome creatures that like to eat flying birds, it is the most suitable area for owls to inhabit.

The closest one is Hogwarts, which also has an owl habitat that accommodates many owls of students.

"Teacher, will it cost too much?"

Ricardo was a little ashamed.

I had a small thought at the beginning, thinking about my sister Cassandra, and gave me the metal wand in the hope that Professor McGonagall could protect my sister from intrusion by others.

But after a short period of contact, I found that the other party was extremely honest, and treated me...in a way that could be considered doting.

Except for my sister and Mrs. Warley, few people who are not related by blood care so much.

Pull————!

You can't hit him on the head. If you hit him on the head, Professor McGonagall is afraid of knocking him silly.

"So you have to study hard this summer. If you slack off in any way, I will punish you more severely."

Don't care about the only deposit.

Professor McGonagall hopes that children can study hard, master more knowledge, and at the same time maintain a sunny and cheerful life. It is allowed to give some small rewards.

That's what education is all about.

For example, the troublemakers Fred and George were able to train hard and compete in Quidditch for the honor of Gryffindor even though their family financial conditions did not allow it. Their first set of protective gear was also made by A Christmas gift from Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, I'll move there tomorrow."

Ricardo nodded in agreement.

Although the body cannot use magic spells for the time being, I still want to start studying other aspects in advance, as well as the knowledge of the books and inscriptions in my arms.

Then rely on this knowledge to make a magic wand of your own!

After that, Ricardo had many strange ideas in his mind, and he wanted to realize them, such as the Invisible Extension Spell that Mr. Newt gave him.

"You can go with Miss Worley, but at my place, you two must sleep in separate beds!"

Professor McGonagall takes this issue very seriously.

Even if the two will get married in the future, and Cassandra allows Ricardo to invade her private domain in advance, this is not a reason for Ricardo to act arbitrarily.

At least as a teacher, Professor McGonagall had to curb some of the boy's immature behavior.

Respectful love can last longer. If the love is tired of being together, it will only turn into food that makes you vomit, and you will feel sick one day.

"Hey, teacher?!"

This request plunged Ricardo's life into darkness.

Especially in the future, there will be Hermione, a beaver, who will spend time with her sister when he is not around, secretly hugging the waist that only he could hug, and smelling the fragrance that once only belonged to him.

Thinking of the silly look of the beaver clicking in his sister's arms, Ricardo wanted to burn off her messy hair.

"Get up at six o'clock every morning and run around the Black Lake. You have homework to study every day. You can arrange it according to your interests. You must rest before eight o'clock every night. You are still growing."

Three a day!

Professor McGonagall prepared her summer study plan in her mind with great ease.

Looking at the dejected look of the boy next to him, he smiled slightly, as if he was happy after a successful trick.

As I said, little clever guys will always be manipulated by old clever guys.

The dead kind.

……

Professor McGonagall took Hermione away, and Ricardo returned home with his sister Cassandra.

Princess Garden.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they came back, and the two mothers also woke up separately and enjoyed afternoon tea in the courtyard with the rich ladies who had not left.

Seeing Cassandra and Ricardo being led away, everyone started to laugh. This was considered a marriage that had been decided a long time ago.

"It seems that you are going to attend a tea party, sister."

He took the initiative to let go of Cassandra's hand, which still contained the girl's fragrance.

Ricardo was obsessed with every second he spent with his sister, but he also had to learn to take the initiative to distance them.

Perhaps Professor McGonagall's philosophy is correct.

Too much love and destined marriage in the future caused the relationship between the two to be too close, and instead crossed the link of brother and sister.

No, it should be that Ricardo was too greedy and kept asking for things.

Cassandra, on the other hand, is favoring, doting, and indulging her favorite brother, allowing him to hug her.

"Hmph, don't think you can breathe a sigh of relief if you leave me. Take the time to think about how to explain to me, otherwise I won't let you go to bed at night!"

He snorted softly, raised his head stubbornly like a little swan, and walked towards the courtyard for afternoon tea.

Cassandra was still uncomfortable that her brother would hide this from her.

Because his brother kept it secret from him, it showed that he began to take on certain things that were men's responsibilities.

But she is the sister, and her responsibility is to worry about her brother. If the brother does not let her worry about her, will the relationship between the two become distant.

That wasn't what Cassandra wanted.

I would rather my brother never be sensible and play in my arms, no matter what, but I would never let my brother leave me.

He stopped and looked at the boy with the corner of his eye.

"..."

She was afraid that her brother wouldn't care about her, so she walked into the house with an indifferent attitude.

"..."

When their eyes met, the younger brother was still standing there, smiling.

"Humph, you are really a stupid little wolfdog. When you can't shake hands, you can even think about your sister's back?"

Deliberately straightening her body, revealing her delicate figure, slender waist and slightly raised buttocks, leaving the boy with the most beautiful back view.

Very satisfied, he cares about himself.

Cassandra smiled.