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Chapter 233 Christmas without Professor McGonagall
'Oh my goodness!'

Andrew felt terrible when he held the owl letter.

No, professor!
It’s Christmas, what kind of meeting is worth holding!

Are you a meeting expert, Professor?
There was even some despair in Andrew's expression.

Are we counting on Dumbledore to organize the school's Christmas activities?

What a joke! Headmaster Dumbledore is almost moving his office to Big Ben! He's just laying out his clothes all day!

Now all the documents, yes, all of them are handled by him!

Because all the prefects of Gryffindor went home for Christmas! He didn't even have anyone on duty these days, so he had to do everything by himself!
If there weren't a lot less school affairs during the holidays, he would have planned to go on strike in protest!

Daily greetings and exchanges with other magic schools, course arrangements for exchange students between schools, these are things he at least gets involved in on a daily basis, but the preparations for Christmas!
'I hope Headmaster Dumbledore will behave himself...'

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 the workload today was heavy, he stuffed a stack of blank parchment in.

Holding the adulterated document, 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 door.

"Ah, Taylor, you're here. Just handle it over there. I've set up a new desk for you. You can come over and work here in the future."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew and spoke with a smile, even pointing to the new desk next to him - there was a small pile of snacks on it.

...

Aren't you going to pretend, Principal?

Andrew came to the new seat and put away a thick pile 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 holiday."

"Well, I saw the letter. Minerva has quite a few meetings to attend this time. The main one is that the invention of lamps requires extensive discussion... Especially for areas with an overabundance of magical energy, that would be a big change. Candles are still too old-fashioned."

The professor didn’t say...

"Yes, she is afraid that I will be too involved, so I must not say this... But I am not good at Transfiguration yet, and I don't know anything about Alchemy. Even if I participate, I can't do anything. It's a great honor for them to give me a credit."

"I just thought that the Ministry of Magic had electricity, and forgot about the other schools. I'm afraid that the schools that are as famous as Hogwarts don't have electricity. If we use candles for daily use, the brightness is indeed a bit poor..."

Andrew thought a lot, but Dumbledore's words interrupted his associations.

"Okay, Taylor, don't be nervous. We can have a good Christmas. You can arrange the elves and you can also be responsible for the purchase. Well, just do it with confidence. I'll take care of everything."

...

My dear principal, is there a possibility that you should be responsible for this kind of work?
Besides, can't the thick pile of documents on the table arouse your sympathy? I'm just a second-year student, not a professor who has just graduated!
Perhaps noticing Andrew's complaints, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Go for it. You probably can't make festival fireworks yet. I'll make a batch. Now I have to get to work. You deal with the documents first and make a plan. If you have any questions, you can ask the former headmasters for advice."

???

However, while Andrew was stunned, Dumbledore ran away. To be more precise, he left the office gracefully and finished his work.

really?
Andrew was dumbfounded—no, the parchment was placed in vain?

He returned to his new desk, shook his head, and started working - he was afraid he would have to work overtime today, and after processing the documents he would have to come up with a plan.

-

"Christmas is coming soon, what gift do you want?"

Sirius spoke to Harry but did not stop - he decided to fulfill his promise and go back to pick up the things and pay his entry fee.

Of course, buying his godson a really nice present was also part of the reason, 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 not Harry. If he wanted to take Harry away, he had to apply for it. But it wasn't a big problem. Professor McGonagall was a little difficult, but Dumbledore was.

All I can say is don't take it too easy.

Especially since he has been performing very well recently - the feedback in class is good, the students' attention is also very good, and even Professor Binns recognizes him, which is really pleasing.

"Let me think of the password, Harry."

Sirius paused and thought for a moment, "Honey and lemon tea."

The statue was moved away, and Sirius led Harry forward. "Come to think of it, this is my first time in Dumbledore's office. I didn't expect that I could visit him as a professor..."

He rang the doorbell and was told to come in.

"What's wrong?"

But the strangeness of the voice did not attract his attention, and Sirius pushed open the door.

"Please wait a moment. I have something to arrange here. It will be there soon."

"Of course, no problem..."

Sirius thought so, and then realized something was wrong.

This voice is too childish, it doesn't sound like Dumbledore's voice at all. Who is playing such a joke!
Which Gryffindor?
So creative!

If the twins hadn't gone back, Sirius would have thought they had done it - but wait?

He raised his head in surprise and looked at the person sitting on the chair and talking - the person he was communicating with was a little elf, who was nodding his head desperately.

"Also, there are a lot of people staying in school today, so prepare more candles... I'll go to the lab and ask if the new lamp has been simplified... That's about it. If there are any more tasks, I'll let you know."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor."

With a puff of smoke, the elf disappeared.

"Ah, it's Professor Black, what can I do for you?"

"How...how is it..."

Sirius was a little confused - no, this is Dumbledore's office, how did you convince the house-elf!

"Be serious and respectful, my good-for-nothing great-great-grandson!"

There was the sound of hanging paintings on the wall. Sirius looked up and found a very familiar painting in his home. Yes, it was one of his ancestors, the one who had been the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Wait???

He then noticed that there seemed to be a new desk over there, and there were even snacks placed on it... As for office supplies and water cups, they were all there...

really?
He rubbed his eyes.

Unchanged.

Repeated again - still nothing.

Is this Hogwarts?

Why has Hogwarts become like this?
(End of this chapter)