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Just as Professor McGonagall and Andrew had guessed, Durmstrang showed its goodwill at the banquet at noon the next day.

All projects related to the Triwizard Tournament were given full concessions, including the time, venue, funding, coordination of related magical creatures, and participants from Durmstrang - everything was basically the most preferential treatment, and the other party actually bore one third of everything, as if they were the organizer.

"It's going incredibly smoothly. We originally planned to talk for a week, but judging by the situation, the Durmstrang staff are eager to send us away tomorrow."

After all the negotiations, Andrew spread his hands at Professor McGonagall's residence.

"No, Taylor, you're wrong about that. They can't wait for us to leave this afternoon. Although we won't record their location, they don't dare to take the risk."

"That's right," Andrew thought about it from another perspective, and even felt that the people from Durmstrang were too polite. He would have to chase them away in the afternoon without even thinking about it. "It's not a good sign if the coordinates are exposed. By the way, Professor, what about us?"

"We?" Professor McGonagall smiled. "We don't have such a high need for confidentiality. We just can't add Muggle Expulsion to the map. Hogwarts doesn't train dark wizards."

"Yes, Durmstrang is home to many dark wizards and is also a pure-blood stronghold. The security requirements are different..."

Andrew was relieved.

"But we also need to pay attention to the coordinates. Let me go back and ask Albus to handle it. I will extend a spell to offset the astrological projection from the astronomy tower."

That's all right - with Dumbledore here, there's nothing to worry about.

"I guess your compensation will arrive this afternoon. No matter how anxious they are, they will have to prepare a decent dinner to see us off in the evening."

The professor nodded, "You're welcome to take them all down."

-

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Taylor," Professor Franz said to Andrew after the dinner. "We were not prepared for such a serious mistake. Thank you for your help."

"The friendship between Hogwarts and Durmstrang was established hundreds of years ago, and it will continue."

"Of course, we think so too, and our friendship will continue."

Professor Franz smiled and took out a small package. "But what belongs to the school belongs to the school, and what belongs to the private belongs to the private. This is a private gift from Durmstrang to you, Mr. Taylor, and it represents our good private friendship."

"I am very honored."

Andrew didn't even say a word of refusal - he had already been slapped in the face once, and he couldn't be slapped in the face again this time.

Sure enough, after he put it away, Professor Franz's face became relaxed - it would be best to return it, because the person in front of him would probably stay in school on the day of graduation, and if some personal favors were mixed in, it would be difficult for the two sides to communicate in the future.

After returning the things, everyone gets along with each other naturally, which is the best thing.

-

"Karkaroff is quite generous."

When Andrew arrived at Professor McGonagall's residence with the small bag, the professor looked at the bag and nodded - only this kind of seamlessly expanding packaging could reflect Durmstrang's style.

"Let's see, I want to see what they have prepared."

The first thing he took out was a thick pile of books.

"Charms, curses, transfiguration... these are common here but not easy to collect in full, so-so."

"This - war magic?"

Professor McGonagall picked up one of the thin booklets and said, "It's the one I've kept in my closet. It's just basic, but it's enough. Copy a copy and donate the original to the library."

Of course there is nothing wrong with that - if it weren't for Hogwarts' endorsement, researching the coordinate loophole of Durmstrang would not be a gift but a way to silence them... The abundance of dark wizards here is not just a legend, it's real.

"For auxiliary research, we don't even have the relevant professors. This is Durmstrang's specialty."

"Well, I will."

"That's good. Look at this... it's really rich..."

"This is?"

"Twenty portions of Felix Felicis raw materials, and ten portions of standard doses of Felix Felicis, probably a 24-hour dose."

"Merlin's socks!"

Andrew shouted, the shock Lockhart brought to him was still there. He didn't know how many hours it would take for a batch of raw materials to be produced, but a ten-day supply of Felixir, damn it, this stuff would be enough for half a year if he used it sparingly!
"That's not counting the raw materials. One standard dose of raw materials can produce at most seven standard doses of Felicis. I doubt Severus has that many in his cabinet."

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "It seems that they really don't want the knowledge to leak out. I don't know how much determination they have put into this basic knowledge. Pack up your raw materials and potions. Don't use them randomly on a daily basis. Keep the raw materials sealed. Forget it, I'll do it - maybe you will learn how to brew it when you study potions in the future."

"There's more, Professor."

"Take them out and have a look. I guess there's nothing good left. It's the holidays after all, so there's only so much we can give out."

Sure enough, there was nothing left - a Gringotts draft for a thousand Galleons and a small cup that could automatically generate ice cubes, that was all.

"You've given me a lot. Keep it all for yourself. Remember to donate the book on war magic after you transcribe it."

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "That's about it. Go back and have a good rest. Find an excuse to go back to school tomorrow morning. If we don't leave, we'll be in a hurry here."

"Okay, Professor. I'll be right back."

There's a problem with the itinerary - I originally planned to buy a local curse book, but the wizards at Durmstrang will go crazy if I stay any longer.

So Andrew had to go back and start choosing - find a gift book that looks good, make a copy, and then give the original away as a gift.

-

The next morning, the professor decisively found an excuse to leave, saying that Albus had to attend a meeting and the school could not be left unattended. Headmaster Karkaroff came on stage to perform a final farewell, and then everyone began to leave Durmstrang in suppressed joy.

This time it was the portkey back to Germany.

Andrew, who was feeling triumphant, felt the dizziness again.

But this time it was much better - I don’t know if it was the effect of the heavy bag.

"Come on, let's go buy the tickets and then return."

"Professor, are you buying a plane ticket too?"

"Are we really going to let Albus go to the meeting?" The professor was unusually calm. "Let's leave first, and then buy some books when we get to England. I have to study what the location is, so I can tell Albus what we need."

Just ask the principal to have more classes...

All right—Andrew said nothing.

(End of this chapter)