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Chapter 94 Two people with similar tastes

“Are you…are you kidding me?”

When Andrew and Huffman were brought into the cabin and sat down in chairs, Huffman approached Andrew and exclaimed.

"You must be joking. The principal is here. You should pay attention to your image."

Andrew carefully reminded - no matter how easy-going Dumbledore is, don't seek death.

As a sixth-grade graduate, don't you plan to get a letter of recommendation from the principal?
"I'm not kidding, this room is kidding - this is my first time coming in here... Look what's hanging over there!"

Huffman felt a little disappointed.

But unfortunately, Andrew took a look and confirmed that it was a ponytail-like thing - and that was it.

"Magical Creatures Course!"

Huffman reminded quietly, and Andrew took another look to confirm that he didn't know something - he could talk a little about Transfiguration in the fourth grade, but Magical Creatures? He had never taken it.

"Unicorn tail hair, the kind that's priced by the galleon per strand!"

???

Are you kidding me? Andrew glanced at the thing over there that he couldn't hold, and then thought about what Huffman said - you're kidding, this price is almost catching up with the money they counted last time!
"The thing that's washing the pot over there...hiss..."

Huffman couldn't even finish his sentence this time. Out of respect for a prefect, Andrew now believed the luxurious decoration of the room.

The meat is in the bun, not in the folds. This room might be big enough to buy a shop in Hogsmeade - or maybe more.

If a Gryffindor prefect could recognize it, then Dumbledore? No doubt he could, too.

Andrew finally realized where his biggest mistake was—Hagrid was the most loyal of the loyal.

The entire Hogwarts wall was actually guarded by Hagrid, which was why Professor McGonagall had to ask them to write a report carefully and write letters to appease her if she didn't approve of it.

This cabin appears to be on the edge of the castle, but in fact it completely blocks the most dangerous wall in the school - the Forbidden Forest.

Half of them are responsible for monitoring progress, while the other half are actually distributing benefits.

Because this matter itself is not very formal - the existence of dragon eggs is illegal no matter how you look at it. Some operations are said to be compliant, but if you look closely...

Of course, it was impossible to expect full compliance, and this place was not a compliant place. Andrew had known this and was used to it - although Hogwarts did not have as much power as the Ministry of Magic, it was also part of the rules.

Take the research group he visited last time that was figuring out how to make money in the Muggle world. It violated the Statute of Secrecy on the day it was established, but the Ministry of Magic not only knew about it but also injected all the funds.

For example, in the herb greenhouse, Andrew had seen many herbs that were strictly prohibited from being cultivated in the report several times - but the report also had to be sent to the Ministry of Magic to get money.

Even Professor Snape, there are only a few potion materials used in the subject that are not on the banned list, and he approves them faster than anyone else...

This time, the dragon egg was actually registered under the name of Professor Kettleburn. If Professor Kettleburn applied for it, there would be no need to hide it...

Of course. Andrew was more inclined to believe that he had guessed wrong from the beginning - could Dumbledore really have precious materials in his eyes?
But guessing these random things is always safer than communicating with Dumbledore - although describing Dumbledore's personality and experience is not a safe thing, but Andrew did not investigate and just guessed.

Just as he was daydreaming, a strong voice came from outside the hut, "Ya Ya, you have to be brave!~"

Then there was the fawning barking of the timid dog, and then there was a very strange knock on the door.

"I'm coming, Albus!"

There was an awe-inspiring shout, and then the door was pushed open.

“How could you do this!?”

Before Andrew could digest the surprise of this visitor, this professor, who was quite famous among his students, had already started complaining.

"Flame, flame, you should have hatched it before I came. Hagrid, how many times have you discussed this with me, and you still haven't remembered it?" Before Andrew could have any bad associations, the professor had already shouted, and then quickly walked to the slightly blackened egg.

"Let me examine it for a moment."

He used his remaining hand (Professor Kettleburn had permanently lost half a leg and an arm due to injuries from dangerous magical creatures) to caress the dragon egg lovingly, his eyes soft, "Yes, a lively little fellow..."

...

Andrew and Huffman were trying hard to hold back their laughter.

"Light a fire, and don't let the fireplace go out. The bigger the fire, the faster it will hatch!"

As he spoke, he acted decisively, with an agility that did not seem like a man with only one and a half limbs left. He placed the dragon egg, lit it, and then observed the flames and glared at Dumbledore.

“You actually want to donate!”

"What's there to be afraid of if it's kept in the forbidden forest?"

"Hagrid will keep a close eye on her!"

"she?"

"Yes," said Professor Kettleburn, looking at Hagrid. "She is, of course, a pretty girl. Don't you notice that?"

The two of them had a very pleasant conversation, and even Dumbledore seemed a little reluctant to stay - and when he left, he specifically took away Andrew and Huffman, who had no say at all.

...

"That's why Minerva and I have never intended to give them approval," Dumbledore said to the two of them with a smile outside the house, "but we can't do school work alone. We have to discuss it, right?"

The two nodded - only a fool would argue.

"Go check on them once a week and report to Minerva. I know them. If we rely on them to send the dragons away, I'm afraid the next generation of dragon eggs will be hatched."

"Well, good-bye, gentlemen. I have business to attend to—there is always work to be done in the principal's office."

Dumbledore nodded at them and walked away.

"Well, did you hear that?"

Huffman looked at Andrew.

"I have my doubts."

The two nodded - why did Dumbledore imply that he wanted them to work in the headmaster's office?

"Maybe I heard it wrong..."

Huffman was a little confused.

"We must have misunderstood."

Andrew was firm - he would not change jobs even if the salary was tripled, and he dared not expose himself... Bah, he loved what he did and planned to stay in Professor McGonagall's office until graduation!

Well, when I was writing the book in the afternoon, I could also invent a villain who looked down on Dumbledore - saying that he thought that writing a paper at his age was just sensationalism and a way to attract attention, and that young people should just study hard.

Then don't slap him in the face, but let the other party find out that Dumbledore's paper solved the topic that had been stuck on him for nearly a year, making him feel ashamed and prostrate himself, so that he can become Dumbledore's braggart and support Dumbledore many times in public.

There's no way - it feels good to get slapped in the face, Lockhart has used it all, and he always plays that kind of supporting role in his adventure stories.

'So, once again, be resolute and never go to Dumbledore's office!'

(End of this chapter)