HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

As a Quidditch player, Charlie actually injured the only flying professor in the school. Although it was without Mrs. Hooch's attention, just thinking about it made Till worried about Charlie's future.

"Is Mrs. Hooch okay?" Till asked, scanning the professor's chair, but did not see Mrs. Hooch on it.

If her hands are injured, it may be difficult for Mrs. Huo Qi to eat.

"We went to see it before we came here. Some of the bones were injured. With Madam Pomfrey here, it will be fine after a night's rest." Speaking of this, Charlie's tone was a bit thankful.

Although he was a little frightened when it hit Mrs. Huo Qi, it was precisely because the flying broom hit Mrs. Huo Qi's hand and she had to catch it with her backhand that it avoided the ending of being "broken to pieces".

Therefore, Charlie did not have to spend his hard-earned pocket money - even though it only cost a few silver coins - to pay for the flying broom.

Charlie finished thinking happily and quickly shook his head to shake the idea out of his mind.

No, no, he should be lucky that Mrs. Huo Qi didn't have any serious problems. How could she be thinking about money?

He must have been listening to Tier talking about opening a branch these days. He listened too much and was infected.

Because of Charlie's trouble, Bill felt it was necessary to suspend tonight's lectures to give himself enough time to "teach" his brother. Till was happy to see the brothers loving each other, so he readily agreed under Charlie's gaze as though he was dead. .

At this dinner, Charlie was destined to eat for a long time. Looking at him, Tier and the four people only felt that they had a great appetite and the dining atmosphere was very harmonious.

At the professor's chair, Professor Dumbledore, who had just asked Professor McGonagall about what happened to Mrs. Hooch, was silent for a while, picked up the honey milk that he had specially prepared in the kitchen, and took a disguised sip.

Professor McGonagall pretended not to notice the curve of the corner of his mouth and cut the steak seriously: "The Halloween party should be held as usual, Albus?"

The Hogwarts Halloween Party will be held on the night of October 10st every year, the day before Halloween.

By then, the entire restaurant will be decorated in a Halloween style, with specially decorated pumpkins and bats in every corner of the restaurant.

The common rooms of the four colleges will also be carefully decorated by the house elves. If everyone is interested, a festival carnival within the college can be held in the common room.

Moreover, during this moment of celebration, certain school rules will be relaxed appropriately.

Unless it was so lively that the whole castle could hear it, Mr. Filch would not knock loudly on the common room door and ask them to go back to their dormitories to rest.

"Oh, of course, I believe that this year's bats can still show elegant dance to our students."

Professor Dumbledore's focus was always very strange. At least Professor McGonagall couldn't understand how the bats that circled and danced around the Halloween dinner table every year could be seen to be "showing an elegant dance."

As Professor Flitwick, who was responsible for conjuring bats and decorating the restaurant, he was very happy that Professor Dumbledore could appreciate his ingenuity in designing it.

Professor Flitwick rubbed his hands and sat on a specially raised seat. He seemed to be at eye level with other professors: "Dumbledore, I didn't expect that you actually understood me!"

"I used special magic waves to design the flight trajectory of each bat, and made them dance throughout the dinner. But no one... ever noticed!" Professor Flitwick almost burst into tears, " I promise, they will dance even more perfectly this year!”

Professor Dumbledore's hand holding the cup paused, but there was a smile of anticipation on his face: "Come on, Filius."

Not to mention that Professor Flitwick, under the "encouragement" of Professor Dumbledore, studied excitedly for a long time after returning. After dinner, Professor Dumbledore motioned to Professor Snape to follow him back to the office.

The phoenix showed off its gorgeous feathers and hovered in the huge but somewhat dark principal's office. Under the illumination of candlelight, it brought the office to life.

On the wall, several discussions about the phoenix came from the portraits of past principals. The phoenix got tired of hearing it, flew over and pretended to peck a few times, and then flew away happily amidst the frightened sounds of the portrait figures.

Professor Snape turned a deaf ear to the excitement coming from the Phoenix side. He just stood in front of Professor Dumbledore's desk with his sleeves rolled up, staring blankly at a piece of parchment filled with writing.

"What do you mean?" Professor Snape raised his eyes after reading and asked Professor Dumbledore in a complicated tone, "Don't forget, she is resisting approaching me."

"Tier is a soft-hearted person. Even you can see it yourself. She no longer cares about what happened after you gave her a birthday gift." Professor Dumbledore lowered his eyes slightly and used a quill dipped in ink. Draw a few lines on the parchment and highlight a few sentences.

Professor Dumbledore spoke in a slow voice: "We need her, and Harry needs her too. The more chips we have, the greater the possibility of victory."

"I don't believe you dare to tell her parents your plan." Professor Snape waved the parchment away and turned to leave the principal's office.

He is showing what he means with his actions.

He refused Professor Dumbledore's arrangement this time.

Professor Dumbledore spoke the moment he was about to step out the door: "They knew it, from the beginning."

"Severus, did you know that Sybil has made more than one prophecy?"

Professor Snape turned around suddenly, his robe drawing a sharp arc in the air: "You mean..."

"Do you want to hear that prophecy? Severus." Professor Dumbledore moved to the side of the office a few times, and a shallow stone basin quickly flew in front of Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Snape watched him take out the memory and carefully put it in the pensieve, as if he remembered some memories from the past and struggled to say something.

Professor Snape hesitated in his steps. After a long, long time, under the smile of Professor Dumbledore, he walked towards the pensieve that had not been touched for a long time.

Silence returned to the office. Fox stopped flying and stayed quietly on the bird stand, combing its feathers bit by bit.

In the equally silent dormitory, Till was sorting out all the notes he had taken so far on improving the Wolfsbane potion.

She can now roughly predict the later research path, and she is nearly 80% sure of the success of the final improvement.

It's not that she doesn't have the confidence to improve this certainty to 100%, it's actually the caution that Salazar taught her that keeps reminding her.

No matter how confident you are about your potion skills, you must take into account all risks and possibilities of failure.

Nearly 80% is the guarantee given by Thiel after eliminating all concerns.