Chapter 626: Getting into trouble with old man Deng
Spending time in the principal's office is undoubtedly a very bad option.
As soon as he came in, the portraits of the principal, who usually pretended to be dozing off, opened their eyes and stared at Vincent.
Firstly, he did nothing wrong, and secondly, he did not feel guilty.
There is no numbness in the scalp, but feeling uneasy all over is certain.
Dumbledore waved his wand and asked the house elf to bring hot tea and sweets.
"Professor, is this rest?"
"Yes for me."
Vincent took a sip of tea with a dark face.
There are no entertainment items in the principal's office, the only one that can barely be considered is Gwent.
Ten battles and ten wins are too boring.
"Albus, you should have listened to me just now. Godric Gryffindor can't beat Salazar Slytherin!"
Principal Black is indeed the most unpopular principal among the students. He keeps interjecting as long as he is watching the fight.
Dumbledore smiled silently and grabbed a slippery ball of jelly slugs on the candy plate.
"Vincent, are you sure you don't want some?"
Each one has a weirder shape than the other, and you will definitely get diarrhea after eating it.
"I'm absolutely sure and certain."
"It's such a shame." Dumbledore sucked the slippery jelly slug into his mouth.
After chewing a few times, he showed an unfinished expression.
"Tastes great! Students will love this candy with its amazing texture!"
Vincent's eyelids were beating wildly.
He didn't know about anyone else, but at least Ron didn't like it.
"Professor, are you still here?"
Dumbledore waved his hand towards the Gwent cards on the table, stacked them one by one and put them back on the shelf.
"No, let's talk about your alchemy shop."
Speaking of this, Vincent became energetic.
In his plan, the alchemy shop will be as all-encompassing as a large Muggle shopping mall in the future. The only thing that can limit its development is imagination.
"Bullshit!" Principal Black shook his head disdainfully.
"What's so good about Muggle things? Our things are much better than theirs!"
Principal Delise Derwent said to him:
"If you hate Muggle things so much, why didn't you find a better magical vehicle to replace the school bus when you were in office?"
"I..." Principal Black choked.
There are not many vehicles that can accommodate nearly a thousand students and are safe and concealed enough.
Beauxbatons was not short of money and directly used a carriage drawn by magic symbols to pick up and drop off students.
Turmstrang's school bus is a ghost ship transformed by magic. It is huge but can submerge in water.
The Magic House is not a complete boarding school. Students under the age of 11 ride giant petrels to school every day.
Kodosdorez is located in the coldest central region of the Kamchatka Peninsula. Only in summer the temperature is not below zero, and it is covered with heavy snow all year round.
Mao Zi is tough, and so is Mao Zi Wizard.
Their school does not have a school bus, so they have to find their own way to get to school.
Come by skiing, come by swimming, come by riding a bear...
Principal Black interjected in a low voice:
"It's not like before. Let's just return the school buses to Muggles and let parents send their children to school according to tradition."
Principal Dippet, who was next to him, joked: "You old guy is getting better and better as you live."
"Fart!" Principal Black's eyebrows raised.
"They can't even send their children to school safely, so these parents might as well accompany their children to read again!"
That being said, it’s almost the 21st century now.
This is an era where seeing a UFO can make headlines. In the future, if you photograph the real thing, it will be said to be a special effect.
"Professor, let's talk about our affairs."
"Are you sure you don't want to try the new product?"
Vincent shook his little head like a rattle.
Jelly slugs have a very special look and taste.
The top-notch taste should only belong to the top people, and ordinary little wizards should stay away from it.
More and more principals joined in the quarrel, but no matter how loud their voices were, they could not affect the two people at the table.
"Professor, do you have any news about the teacher?"
"Don't play with Nico's ideas. It's not like you don't know his character."
If I were to use one word to describe Nico, then the most suitable one would be technical nerd.
Having lived for more than six hundred years, and having seen all kinds of life, separation, and death, I must not have too many truly close friends.
Vincent blinked his big eyes.
Dumbledore shook his head in confusion, "Newt and I will come forward at critical moments."
"Professor, my heart is not good." Vincent sighed heavily.
"If I want to touch the interests of the International Alchemy Association, those gentlemen will definitely add insult to injury."
The outside world is now either speculating that it is the second branch of Gwent in the UK, or that it is a specialty store for alchemy items.
A mass-produced product with extremely high cost performance?
I really don’t even dare to think about it.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "No one can take care of everything at the same time, not even me."
The best-case scenario is that the International Alchemy Association jumps into panic. As for the worst-case scenario...
The Ministry of Magic might put pressure on him, and Fudge might reveal his vampire side.
Vincent was not disappointed with his response.
Dumbledore is such a person, he would rather believe that he has found his way back than admit that he is stubborn.
If Voldemort had not been massacred, the Order of the Phoenix probably would not have been formed.
On the other hand, Grindelwald is a decisive person who rarely hesitates.
Without that quarrel more than a hundred years ago, the entire world would have completed a new round of reshuffle, at least wizards no longer need to hide.
"Alas -" Vincent sighed for a long time amid the fierce quarrel among the principals.
He turned the teacup in front of him into earmuffs, put them on and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
At around 11 p.m., the principals stopped arguing.
The opinions were not unanimous, but the school bus remained.
It was just after midnight and all the candies on the plate were emptied.
Dumbledore looked at Vincent quite speechlessly.
Of course he knew that he couldn't wake up someone who was pretending to sleep, so he didn't even try.
You're already quite old, wouldn't it be better to do it for someone else?
Perhaps because of Merlin's blessing, Vincent slowly opened his eyes.
"Professor, what time is it now?"
"It's just after midnight."
Vincent looked at his watch and looked a little embarrassed.
"I'm really sorry for disturbing your precious rest time."
Dumbledore pretended not to see his proud little eyes, "It doesn't matter, I often sit down and think about problems alone at night."
The feeling of guilt is non-existent, especially when facing old boss Deng.
Vincent thumped his shoulders a few times, "Well, Professor, it's getting late, so I'll go back today."
"Okay." The smile on Dumbledore's face was calm.
If there is a first time, there will be a second time.
I pretend to sleep today, but I might actually sleep tomorrow, and I don’t know what kind of work I will do the day after tomorrow.
Vincent's eyes, full of meaning, seemed to indicate that the following days would not be peaceful.