Chapter 233 Christmas without Professor McGonagall
‘Oh, my God! ’
Andrew was holding the letter from the owl, and his whole body felt bad.
No, professor!
Christmas, what kind of meeting is so worth having?
Are you a master of meetings, professor?
Andrew's expression even looked a little desperate.
Are you counting on Dumbledore to organize the school's Christmas activities?
Are you kidding me, Principal Dumbledore has almost moved his office to Big Ben! All that’s left is to show off all day long!
All the files now, yes, all are handled by him!
Because all the Gryffindor prefects went home for Christmas! He doesn't even have anyone on duty these days, so he does the whole process himself!
Had it not been for the reduction in business during the holiday school, he would have gone on strike to protest!
The daily greetings and exchanges with other magic schools, the course arrangements for exchange students between schools, these are some of the things he does in daily life, but the preparations for Christmas!
'I hope Principal Dumbledore will be a human being...'
He took a deep breath to adjust his almost collapsed mentality, then picked up a thick stack of documents and walked towards Dumbledore's office - to show that he had a heavy workload today, he stuffed a stack of blank parchment into it.
Holding the adulterated documents, Andrew hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up on giving himself a black eye. He walked all the way to Dumbledore's office and knocked on the office door.
"Ah, Taylor, here you go, just handle it over there. I've set up a new desk for you. You can work here when you come over."
Dumbledore looked at Andrew, said with a smile, and even pointed to the new desk next to him - there was a small pile of snacks on it.
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Aren't you even going to pretend, principal?
Andrew came to the new position and put away a thick stack of documents. "I just saw a letter from Professor McGonagall in the office. She said that the meeting was postponed and she might not be back during the Christmas vacation."
"Well, I saw the letter. Minerva will have a lot of meetings this time. The main reason is that the invention of lamps needs extensive discussions...especially for areas with too much magic energy. That is a big change. Candles Still too old.”
The professor didn't say...
'Yes, she is afraid that I will participate too much, so she definitely can't say this... But I haven't mastered the art of transfiguration yet, and I don't know how to do alchemy at all. Even if I participate, I can't do anything. If someone can give me a signature, it is a sign of respect. . ’
'I just thought that the Ministry of Magic has electricity. I forgot about the other schools. Those schools that are as famous as Hogwarts probably don't have electricity. If you use candle lights on a daily basis, the brightness is indeed a bit worse...'
Andrew thought a lot, but Dumbledore's words interrupted his thoughts.
"Okay, Taylor, don't be nervous. We can have a good Christmas. You will make the arrangements for the elves and you will be responsible for the purchasing. Well, don't worry, I will take care of everything."
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My dear principal, is there a possibility that you should be responsible for this kind of work?
Moreover, doesn’t that thick pile of documents on the table arouse even a little bit of pity from you? I'm just a second-year student, not a professor who applied for a job after graduation!
Probably seeing Andrew's complaints, Dumbledore nodded, "Go ahead and do it boldly. I don't think you can make holiday firecrackers yet. I will make a batch. Okay, I have to After work, you first deal with the documents and make a plan. If you have any questions, you can ask the previous principals for advice. "
? ? ?
However, while Andrew was stunned, Dumbledore ran away directly. To be more precise, he left the office gracefully and finished his work.
Fake?
Andrew was dumbfounded - no, the parchment was left in vain?
He returned to his new desk, then shook his head and started working - I was afraid he would have to work overtime today, and he would have to make a plan after processing the documents.
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"Christmas is coming, what gift do you want?"
Sirius said to Harry, but did not stop - he decided to fulfill his promise and go back to pick up the things and pay for his employment.
Of course, buying a really nice gift for his godson was one of the reasons, so he had to leave school and take Harry with him.
He himself didn't care. There was no problem with the professor's travel, but Harry couldn't. If he wanted to take Harry away, he had to apply. But it’s not a big problem. Professor McGonagall’s side is still a little difficult, but Dumbledore’s side.
All I can say is don’t take it too easy.
In particular, he performed very well during this period - the feedback in class was good, the students' attention was also good, and even Professor Binns recognized him, which was really pleasing.
"Let me think of the password, Harry."
Sirius paused and thought for a moment, "Honey lemon tea."
The stone statue moved away, and Sirius led Harry forward. "Speaking of which, this is also my first time in Dumbledore's office. I didn't expect that I could still visit as a professor..."
He rang the doorbell and got a reply to come in.
‘What’s wrong? ’
But the strangeness of the voice did not attract his attention, and Sirius opened the door.
"Please wait a moment. I'll arrange something here and I'll be ready soon."
'Of course no problem...'
Sirius thought so, and then realized something was wrong.
This voice is too childish and doesn't sound like Dumbledore's at all. Who is kidding me!
Which Gryffindor?
That’s so creative!
If the twins hadn't gone back, Sirius would have thought it was them - but, wait?
He raised his head in surprise and looked at the person sitting on the chair talking over there - an elf who was communicating with him and was nodding his head in agreement.
"Also, there are more people staying in school today, so prepare more candles... I will go to the laboratory and ask to see if the first version of the new lamp has been simplified... That's about it. If there are still tasks, I will let you know."
"Yes, Mr. Taylor."
As a puff of smoke drifted by, the elf disappeared.
"Ah, it's Professor Black. What can I do?"
"How...how..."
Sirius was a little confused - no, this is Dumbledore's office, how did you convince the house elf!
"Be serious and respectful, my useless great-great-grandson!"
There was the sound of hanging paintings on the wall. Sirius raised his head and found a painting that was very familiar to his home. Yes, one of his ancestors had been the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Wait? ? ?
Only then did he notice that there seemed to be a new desk over there, and there were even separate snacks on it... As for office supplies and water glasses, they were all available...
Fake?
He rubbed his eyes.
Nothing has changed.
Again – still nothing.
This is Hogwarts?
Why is Hogwarts like this?
(End of this chapter)