Chapter 619

In fact, meeting Professor McGonagall is only out of courtesy. Just like when Marca met Mrs. Maxim when she was a guest in busbarton in the past, it was Hogwarts' face that he didn't show up at a place.

Therefore, even if the hornheim brothers and sisters came to play in the name of Marca's friends, this trip to the headmaster's office is inevitable.

Of course, in the final analysis, it's just to meet and say hello. As long as the attitude is up, the task is completed. It was not long before Sarah and Noah, the fat young master who had a casual polite conversation with Professor McGonagall, left the principal's office under the leadership of Maka and visited Hogwarts castle at will.

But soon after they left the principal's office, an interesting thing happened.

……

As Maka expected earlier, Charlotte went to the pig head bar early this morning and became her unscrupulous waiter, creating wealth for aberforth and herself.

To be honest, in places like PigHead bar, there are not many guests on Easter day.

Especially during the day, in this festival full of vitality and vitality, everyone is gathering with their relatives and friends, and the day is almost over.

Therefore, the guests who go to the bar in broad daylight are usually sporadic people who live quite lonely in those days.

In addition, this is a pig's head bar after all. In the past, regular guests were mysterious wizards who covered their heads and faces. Since Charlotte's arrival here, the traffic has increased greatly, and those old customers have suddenly decreased a lot. Only when there are few people will they occasionally come and sit down, order a glass of wine and SIP in silence as before.

Today is a sunny day. Even Hogsmeade village, which is covered with ice and snow all year round, seems to be a little warmer. Charlotte crunched to the front of the pig's head bar on the snow covered with the rising sun and chatted with aberforth who was waving a magic wand to clean the entrance.

In Charlotte's eyes, aberforth is a very strange old man. Some of his ideas are actually very contradictory.

For example, he would get up early in the morning every day to clean the snow in front of the door, but the dirty doors, windows and floors for decades were always ignored; For another example, his attitude towards every guest is almost indifferent, but he can remember the image, voice and name of those drinkers in his mind, and even say which guest visited the bar for the first time on which day.

After explaining her intention to aberforth, Charlotte went straight into the dark bar and carefully scrubbed the only bar designated by aberforth to be cleaned.

As mentioned before, there are really few guests in the morning. Just a few young wizards who happened to pass by the door of the bar temporarily called some friends after they found Charlotte on duty, which made the bar a little lively.

Well, maybe after noon, there will be more guests here to entertain their lives! Unfortunately, Charlotte has to go back to Hogwarts this afternoon to help Professor McGonagall sort out some information letters. It's impossible to stay in the pig head bar to continue entertaining visitors.

So she spent most of the morning leaning behind the bar, supporting her chin and bored.

If she doesn't have enough turnover, she will naturally lose a lot of jingaron. To be honest, Charlotte didn't have a very happy Easter this year.

At noon, after she had a casual meal there and filled herself, she moved back to the door of Hogwarts with the phantom of the half day reward given to her by aberforth. Obviously, compared with the leisurely stroll in the morning, she basically has no mind to stroll now.

"Oh! Professor McGonagall, who sent the Easter eggs?"

As soon as she entered the principal's office, Charlotte immediately saw the colored egg in the basket. Needless to say, it must have been sent by someone else, because Professor McGonagall hasn't been in the mood to do it lately.

Due to Marca's active in France, Hogwarts got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As the current president of Hogwarts, McGonagall certainly worked hard.

"It's McLean," Professor McGonagall said with a smile after looking up at the chocolate egg. "The child always takes these little things to heart..."

"Is it Marca?"

Charlotte, who was walking to the next desk, couldn't help looking back. Something indescribable flashed on her face. Although she just looked again, McGonagall, who is also a woman but has rich experience, could not notice the disharmony in her expression.

She smiled behind Charlotte, and the corners of her eyes covered with fine wrinkles flashed some thoughts.

"Charlotte, I remember you like chocolate very much? You eat this colored egg!" McGonagall said in a relaxed and casual language while lowering his head and continuing to read a document. "You know, I can't deal with chocolate. Staying with me will waste a piece of McLean's mind."

"Oh, no... how can this be." Charlotte, who had just taken out several reports from the file basket next to her desk, was deceived, even if there was a pause, and put them on the table after a moment, "that's ma... McLean gave it to you. How can I..."

She said so, but it can be seen from her back that she didn't turn around. Her heart contained hesitation about it.

"It's yours now," Professor McGonagall waved his hand without looking up. "That's it! Well, first screen the classroom records of the professors last week, sort them out and show them to me..."

"Er... OK, I'll start screening now."

Charlotte knew that with Professor McGonagall's style, it was settled. So after opening her mouth, she finally gave up and put her mind back into her work.

Charlotte had a hard time when she was a student.

At that time, although she was given the opportunity to go to school in Hogwarts, she was always bound by the surname "Witt". Like a bird with its wings off, she can only look up to the sky silently on this seemingly free land.

What can be foreseen is always those who are doomed to a dark future.

Therefore, even if her talent will not lose to other excellent students, she has not been outstanding in her academic performance. Only Quidditch can make her temporarily forget the troubles in her heart and fly in the air.

But now, with Maka's help, she finally got rid of the heavy shackles of the past and allowed her to enjoy this hard won freedom. Although she didn't get much salary as an assistant in Hogwarts, so that her life gradually became much poorer, she is still satisfied with every day she spends now.

She is really happy that she can live an ordinary but fulfilling life only by her own efforts without using the money given to her by her father.

In order to give herself a better future, she now picks up her books after work every day and devotes herself to self-study by taking a few more n.e.w.ts tests.

She believed that nothing was impossible as long as she wanted to.

Today, after finishing the work assigned to her by Professor McGonagall, Charlotte, who had had dinner, opened her textbooks and materials again and studied quietly until very late. When she felt that she was beginning to feel sleepy, she silently closed her books, sorted out the materials and stretched a big stretch.

Professor McGonagall had already returned to the inner room, but Charlotte knew that the new principal of Hogwarts was still not at rest. The light from the gap under the door spread quietly on the ground and extended to her feet.

Charlotte gently said good night to the closed door with respect, and then walked to the door of the headmaster's office with some books.

But as she passed the headmaster's desk, her steps stopped.

The lights in the principal's room had been extinguished by her. At the moment, only the moonlight outside the window fell obliquely on the corner of the desk, but it just lit up the colorful easter egg.

The chocolate eggs are bathed in the silver moonlight with a trace of coolness, and the color tone has become much simpler, but more unique than during the day.

After some hesitation, Charlotte sighed slightly, reached out and picked up the small basket with only one colored egg, and then slowly left the principal's room and went to her room.

……

In Hogwarts, Marca lived in the inner room of the office. Most of the professor's offices in the school are designed like this. There is an office outside and a living room inside. Although not all professors are like this, at least Marca is also one of the mainstream.

Today, as usual, he didn't go to bed. Instead, he was still writing and painting behind his desk, busy with some of his own research topics. Maybe I'll get some sleep later, but I'll probably choose to make do here directly.

To some extent, the wizard's body is fragile. Compared with those magical creatures with rough skin and thick flesh, it can even be said to be a little weak; But wizards who rarely get sick are quite solid in some sense. It's usually nothing to stay up all night for research.

But tonight, when he was buried in some complex and boring theoretical research, he was surprised to feel that there seemed to be an active magic source that was not filch moving towards him.

"It's so late. Who else will come to me in the dark?" he said to himself with a puzzled face. "Is it the fat young master of the hornheim family? Who else will be so idle besides him?"