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Chapter 83 Dragon?
Andrew handed over the money, counted it, got the receipt, and was forced to count the money again. For the first time, he experienced the feeling of counting money until his hands cramped.

But unfortunately, those Galleons had nothing to do with him.

"It's really outrageous," Andrew, swinging his hands around, muttered after leaving Professor Alice's office, "I never thought of this in my life. I feel like vomiting when I see Garlon."

But what surprised Andrew was that Percy didn't respond - he just stood there in a daze, looking like he hadn't recovered from the shock yet.

"Percy?"

Andrew asked, and Percy finally came to his senses, "Huh?"

Are you still thinking about those Galleons?
Uncertain - Andrew is immune because he is not short of money, but Percy is not so lucky. For a student, the temptation of money is much greater than that after work. Andrew has seen too many students who believed in part-time jobs online and were deceived. He also knows the hourly wages of a lot of regular part-time jobs near the school.

"Why, are you heartbroken to see such a large sum of Galleons leaving you?"

He deliberately ignored Percy's expression, "Don't treat that stuff as gold, it's just a pile of sand - not to mention it's heavy, we have to count it grain by grain."

"I'm just a little emotional," Percy said quietly, after a slight pause, shaking his head, "I just never thought I'd be so close to so many Galleons."

Ok?
"Well, even with so much gold, Professor McGonagall can still hand it over to us with confidence," he said seriously, "and according to Hagrid, this is only one quarter's rent for Hogsmeade, and it's still a drop in the bucket for the school's expenses."

"I saw this when I went to help Professor Alice at the beginning of the school year. The rent is not even the biggest source of funding for the school. The school board raises some, graduates donate some, and the largest source is the Ministry of Magic."

So?

Andrew looked at Percy, wondering what he was feeling.

"You're right, it's just sand. There are many more Galleons than this, and the Ministry of Magic transfers them like they are sand - Galleons are not the most expensive."

I just advise you to be more open-minded and not worry about the gains and losses of gold - aren't you being too open-minded?
But how to persuade this?

He couldn't say, "Oh, the Ministry of Magic actually cares about money, too?" Or, "As long as there is love, everything will be fine."

This is nonsense. He could only spread his hands and said, "It's just a little self-consolation. There is no such profound thing in it. We don't even have many Galleons. It's too far-fetched to think about things beyond Galleons."

No matter how much he talked, there was no way he could make Percy listen to him, a first-year student with whom he had a decent relationship - the age gap and the disadvantageous status made everything he said seem light.

"That's right," Percy looked at Andrew and nodded.

As to whether he decided to play it safe or thought Andrew was a hopeless case, it is unknown.

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"They handed it over quickly? And they even used a homemade tool to help count it? Did the two of them just act like they were playing?"

After roughly understanding the transaction process and the performance of the two persons, Professor McGonagall nodded in her office - although a financial transaction was not enough to prove anything, the result was still satisfactory.

Hogwarts has two sets of accounts - one for the school, and one for each house.

The former is made up of money from various sources, while the latter’s internal funds are basically made up of donations from graduates and school grants.

The money in the college is used to repair its own public lounge, experimental grants for senior students in the college, purchase of clothes, brooms and sundries for the team, expenses for notices and notifications within the college, rewards for outstanding students, funds for college activities, etc.

For example, this year in order to recruit Harry into the team, she directly used the hospital account to buy a brand new flying broom.

Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with the performance of the two today - seeing that the seventh-year students were about to graduate, it was time for Percy and his class to help the dean deal with those financial chores.

After all, the other deans didn't have to worry about a bunch of accounts in the school, so she had no choice but to arrest the prefects one generation after another - as for Andrew, even though he was a Ravenclaw student, he signed the agreement and passed the test, so he could also take charge of this part of the accounts.

As for this year's female class leaders, because their grades are a little bit worse, they are still being left alone and waiting for the OWLS year to pass. With a little training, they will be able to happily go to the office to work overtime like the current sixth-grade class leaders next year.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall felt a little lighter, and she happily opened the document - this was the application submitted by Hagrid. …

"Please take a look at this application and make a mock response."

Professor McGonagall placed the document between Andrew and Percy and asked them to try to review it.

'The font is a bit too ugly... the format is also... oh my!'

He raised his head and glanced at Percy out of the corner of his eye, and found that he had the same "what the hell is this" expression.

This is normal.

Because the file is very abnormal.

“…they are gentle, beautiful, and get along well with other creatures…

It can improve the defense of the Forbidden Forest..."

This would all look good, if it weren't mentioned later that it was a dragon.

That's right, dragon.

Although Andrew had not yet taken a course in Care of Magical Creatures, nor had he systematically learned about this kind of creature, it was even more impossible for him to apply the image of dragons from the rest of the world.

But his Transfiguration theories seemed very solid to Professor McGonagall - those books clearly pointed out that a dragon's skin was extremely resistant to magic, and ordinary Transfiguration would never be effective on a dragon, and such behavior would also anger these creatures, who were known for their ferocity.

There is also a niche book that points out that the ability to transform into highly corrosive fire such as dragon's breath (in the magical world, corrosiveness usually means that it cannot be easily cured by magic) is the threshold for mastering Transfiguration (but this book is not widely accepted).

Also, in the Transfiguration magazine that Andrew read when he was in school, it was mentioned that the author once used a stone to transform into a sheep to attract a dragon, but the poor stone shrank by half before being spit out...

To sum up, Andrew didn't even believe the punctuation marks in this report - a dragon that could be used as a benchmark many times was definitely not a good person.

He glanced at the applicant - but to his surprise, the applicant was not the gamekeeper Hagrid, but a professor named Kettleburn.

"No matter who it is, it must be rejected..."

With this idea in mind, Andrew put his experience of studying for many days into practice.

But Professor McGonagall made no comment.

Another application of much the same tone appeared, this one from Hagrid.

"Reject...but the wording needs to be changed a bit."

However, after Andrew and Percy both submitted their answers, there was another new application with roughly the same content.

The names of Professor Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn appeared alternately, but different reports requested the same thing - to raise dragons. Hogwarts must raise dragons.

Andrew swore - he used every possible way of saying no that he had ever learned in his life.

He feels like vomiting and his head hurts when he sees a dragon now...

"It still needs some revisions. This is the receipt from previous prefects. Take a look at it, then each of you write a copy and give it to me."

Professor McGonagall nodded and pushed a pile of papers over.

(End of this chapter)