After teasing the little witch, Aini apologized and talked about the contract magic and some deeper things in one word, but still chose the parts that could be talked about to satisfy the girl's curiosity.
Hum, since you know your mistakes and can correct them, we are still good friends.
Although they still got a few looks, the two of them were finally able to play together happily again.
"You're saying that the Ministry of Magic's allocation and school trustees' donations only account for a small part, and the rest is the output of the professors. Why is this? Will you be willing to do so?"
Hermione was a little confused. Are professors all selfless saints?
"It has nothing to do with me. The big contributors are Sev, Pomona and Hagrid. Sometimes other professors will do some transactions through the school, but they are far less than the three of them."
Hearing the names of Professor Hagrid and Professor Sprout, Hermione immediately understood that although the Greenhouse and the Forbidden Forest were managed by them, they were undoubtedly Hogwarts' properties. No wonder Aini was talking about property.
Out, not capital.
However, Professor Snape was also in the same group, which made her a little strange. Do you have to hand over the proceeds from brewing the potion?
"The materials used by Sif are all provided by Hogwarts, and of course a part of the income must be given to the school."
Ani didn't say it clearly. In fact, Sif took the initiative to pay the money to repay Dumbledore for bailing him out of the Inquisition. This is a guy who doesn't want to owe a favor.
But there's no need to tell Hermione this.
After dinner, the two said goodbye at the stairs on the first floor. The girl wanted to find an empty classroom to familiarize herself with the wand in her hand, while Ani had to rush back to feed the little ones. He had packed a lot of delicious food in the kitchen just now.
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After returning to the Forbidden Forest and feeding the little ones, Ani did not return to the tree house, and lay down next to Shay under the envious eyes of the other unicorns.
Feeling the powerful fetal movement in his ears, Aini's heart became more peaceful. Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear Sylvie's whisper. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed like the murmur of the autumn wind. He didn't know when he broke away from meditation and fell into a deep sleep. p>
Just as Tom quietly crawled onto his owner's belly, Bill sat in the office with a bitter look on his face, throwing the hair between his fingers on the ground.
Compared with a year ago, the layout of the room has not changed much, except that there is a row of thin-necked bottle racks on the table, which contain unknown red liquid.
There was only one candle swaying faintly in the room. In the swaying of the fire, a bubble would float up in the bottle from time to time, and then burst when it floated to the liquid surface.
Amidst the slight crackling sound, Bill raised his head, as if the ceiling held all the answers.
In fact, after hitting a wall again, he didn't know what he was thinking, he just allowed some unknown pictures to change in his mind.
Bill did not control this, just like a bystander who accidentally appeared in this tired thinking, but actually had nothing to do with anything.
Perhaps this is why there are very few scenes of family, individuals, curses, exploration, etc. in the picture, but they are all messy things.
As the first of seven sons and the one whom his parents value most, he has been working hard to break his predetermined destiny since he was a child.
Genius boy, prefect, student council president, 12 N.E.W.T. certificates, Gringotts' most potential curse-breaker, one of the most popular professors at Hogwarts...
It seems that the scenery is endless, but how can he be relaxed and live for himself?
Bill is tired. Fatigue is like countless bugs constantly breeding from his bone marrow. Now he even wants to forget everything he struggled in the past. He would rather sit here quietly, close his eyes, and put all the remaining energy into his ears.
, to distinguish whether the crackling sound that just sounded came from the bubbles in the bottle or the candle that was about to burn out.
Then when the fire light ends, the soul and the extinguished candle wick are handed over to the quiet and deep darkness.
"There are always many things in life that make it difficult for us to distinguish the beginning and the ending, as if everything we do is useless."
Bill turned his head and saw a long silver-white beard swaying, pulling the owner out of the darkness beyond the firelight. The scene was so natural, as if the old man had been staying aside until now.
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The old man's face was solemn and his eyes were filled with wisdom, like a prophet who stepped out of an epic.
Unfortunately, after taking another step forward, a certain red bird trampled the solemn atmosphere completely.
When hanging out with Ernie on a daily basis, Fox is particularly fond of the position on the top of his head. At this time, he is standing on Dumbledore's pointed hat, letting the hat twist to one side. Matching the old man's solemn expression, it is really full of joy.<
/p>
Dumbledore obviously also saw the trembling corners of Bill's mouth, and patted Fox's paw helplessly.
"Let's go play with Ernie." Dumbledore said, wanting to touch his bird again.
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a light on his head, and his hands were empty.
"Haha..."
When the old man was a little embarrassed, Bill's laughter could no longer be controlled and instantly went around all the corners of the room.
After a moment, Dumbledore also laughed.
"Young man, please don't make the house too gloomy." The old man stretched out his hand again, and four light groups shot out from his fingertips. They were attached to the ceiling at symmetrical positions, and the room instantly became bright.
"Principal Dumbledore, can it really succeed? I mean..."
After laughing, the flush on Bill's face had not faded, and his mood became depressed again. He lowered his head to avoid Dumbledore's sight, and pursed his chapped lips, but he finally asked the doubts in his heart. p>
"I don't mean to offend, but is there really any hope of breaking the curse that even you can't break?"
The fallen hair covered Bill's eyes, making his vision a little blurry. Even though the surroundings were bright, it was difficult to conceal the dejection in his tone.
But even Bill himself didn't notice that when the question came out, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Generally speaking, people call it hope.
"I did have a time when I was called omniscient and omnipotent, Bill. But everyone knows that it was just a joke, and Albus Dumbledore is just an old man exploring the path of magic with you."
Dumbledore winked playfully, but unfortunately it was on top of Bill's head.
"In some aspects, such as transfiguration, I will not be humble. But cursing is really not what I am good at."
Waiting for the old principal to step forward and put his hands on Bill's shoulders. Finally, their eyes met.
Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Bill's exaggerated smile and said: "Congratulations, William Arthur Weasley, you have successfully surpassed Albus Percival Woodfrick in breaking the curse.
Brian Dumbledore."
"Pfft~"
Looking at the serious look of the old man, Bill couldn't help but laugh again. It seemed that a warmth flowed into his chest along the big hands on his shoulders, and his whole body regained some energy.
"But I have tried it many times, but..."
"Gulu...Gulu..."
Bill's face turned red, and after he cheered up, his intestines and stomach were obviously revitalized, and he called on his owner to fill the void for him.
"Ha, if I remember correctly, I saw you in the auditorium during dinner."
Bill nodded, knowing that he would conduct a test at night, so he deliberately ate more, but it was all digested after a few hours.
"Bill, even after dinner, you are still hungry now, but we can't say it has no effect, right?"