Chapter 1681

"Lions love honey and lemonade."

It turned and jumped to one side. The wall behind it exploded, revealing a staircase that spiraled upward and went straight to the eighth floor.

All the torches in the stairwell were lighted at the same time, and the fire light swayed as if waving to let her go up quickly.

At the end of the spiral staircase is a glittering oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion eagle's head, which is still shining even after thousands of years.

Hermione tidied up her robe, knocked on the door and pushed the door into it. There was a spacious and beautiful round room. According to Muggle, it was a middle floor structure, which was divided into two floors. On the second floor, there were globes and astronomical telescopes on the terrace. Dumbledore's bedroom was also there.

The first floor is the main body of the reception room and office. There is a super large headmaster's desk with claw shaped feet. It is cluttered with candy, books and scrolls.

On a shelf behind the table is a dirty branch hat, which hasn't been cleaned this year. Next to it is a glass box with the sword of Gryffindor. In a black cabinet opposite the box is a meditation basin. Fox, the Phoenix, perches on a tall, dead, gilded branch.

There are many funny voices coming from many corners of the room. Portraits of old headmasters and headmasters are hung on the wall. A circle of sofa surrounds the fireplace in one corner of the room. There are many strange silverware on the tea table with long legs, which spins and sprays out small puffs of smoke.

Hermione suspects that it is the magic version of the air humidifier, because there is still a little money at home. Her father also bought a humidifier this summer, saying that the air in Manchester is too dry, and it is still put in Hermione's bedroom, blowing all day long.

It's hot in summer, and the humidity makes her whole body sticky. If there's anything that Hermione is most dissatisfied with during the summer vacation, it's probably that machine.

However, she also knew that it was her father who was good for her, so she didn't say anything directly. After all, she spent most of her time playing outside or staying with friends.

She is going to find a way to earn some money, change a few air conditioners for her family, so that the humidifier will retire in good faith?

It won't hurt my dad, I just think my daughter has grown up.

One thousand pounds is almost enough, which is equivalent to 200 gold garonnes. Do you want to take Luna to the secret room? Let her sell the news and share the money?

Hermione thinks that there may be something wrong with her brain. In busbarton, she needs to deal with people frequently and make the best of both sides. As a result, her brain is spinning so fast that she sometimes gives some answers automatically.

She felt strange.

"Here comes Hermione. Come and sit down here." Dumbledore stood up and waved. His eyes behind his crescent glasses looked very happy. Maybe it was the funny joke frivy told him just now. His beard was covered with tea.

He motioned the little girl to take a seat in the sofa area. The professors were sitting around the sofa drinking tea. Not only was there black tea from the magic teapot, but Hermione also saw a lot of colorful plastic bottles. It should be her own professor who brought Muggle drinks to everyone.

"Headmaster."

Hermione smiles and tries not to show her front teeth. After graciously saying hello to several professors, Hermione sits down. Of course, she still sits beside the professor of physical education, which makes her feel more secure.

Dumbledore tilted his head, took out his handkerchief and wiped his beard: "I wonder what Mrs. Maxim has taught you? You look like you've grown a lot. "

Miss Granger looked at the teapot floating in front of her to pour her tea. In fact, she wanted to drink Wilson herbal tea from the red plastic bottle next to her.

She had drunk it several times before, all of which were awarded temporarily by the professor in class. She also said that it was the good things he brought from other worlds, which could sell 300 million bottles or something every year.

But she thought, maybe he bought his own machine to fill, in a dark basement, like an illegal small workshop.

However, her thoughts flashed by, and she quickly put her eyes on the face of the headmaster who asked the question, and politely replied:

"there is a saying that both Muggles and witches are social creatures. They will gain experience in the process of continuous contact with other different individuals, and experience will make people grow up."

"I see." Dumbledore nodded suddenly and leaned back to the sofa cushion behind him: "she taught you philosophy..."

Snape, standing on the side, was still expressionless. He didn't seem to notice Hermione coming in, staring at the fireplace all the time, as if expecting someone to come out of the flying road network.

However, when he sat on the sofa, the distance between the sofa and the coffee table became a natural moat. He stretched out his hand several times, but could not reach the drink on the table. Finally, he took out his magic wand and used the floating technique.

After taking a sip of herbal tea, he squinted his eyes and then shook his head:

"anyway, I still think it's too early for Hermione to use the time converter. It's not something she should contact at her age, and it's too dangerous. As her Dean, I have to be responsible for her."Dumbledore held the Muggle bottle in his arms, and his eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.

Beside the female professor, there is another dean who doesn't often appear, that is, Professor sprout of Hufflepuff. As former classmates, two people are comparing drinks bottles and whispering something, just like ordinary housewives are comparing the cost-effectiveness of shopping.

The headmaster looked at her for a long time. Professor McGonagall didn't notice her. She was whispering to sprout with a smile and shaking her mouth for a while.

Dressed in a robe full of mud and grass, Professor sprout looked very kind at all times, and no one could have imagined that she would be close friends with MEG, who was very serious in front of the students.

"Well, Mileva? If you like Muggle drinks, I think Professor Wilson will be happy to help you purchase them for you, but we are still talking about Miss Granger Dumbledore interrupted their discussion with a smile, indicating that there were still students here.

McGonagall was awakened. She cleared her throat and looked at Hermione. Although the little girl didn't know what was being discussed, she was very clever and not impatient at all.

"I think we can have a try. I believe Miss Granger has enough wisdom and will to deal with the sequelae of time and space disorder. If she doesn't dare to try, it will not be the right time."

"Well." The old headmaster took a sniff. He flew over the sugar jar and grabbed a piece of squeaky honey candy: "Pomona, what's your opinion?"

The fat witch rubbed her hands. She didn't seem to be used to such a formal occasion. Her white curly hair shook at the edge of her hat. She spoke more directly:

"I think so. She is a good child. Whether in class or in private, our college children are willing to get along with her. I believe she has the ability to control herself."

Old Deng blinked: "well, Severus..."

"I agree."

He also wanted to ask the fire watching director Slytherin, but Snape didn't even mean to look back. He just threw out the answer without any explanation.

Dumbledore nodded. He turned his eyes back to Hermione and put the sugar jar in front of the little girl.

"Originally, I didn't know when Professor Wilson applied to the Ministry of magic to assign you a time converter. Now all the work procedures there have been completed. I want you to come here in order to make it clear to minister fudge if you withdraw yourself... But now it seems that I can't keep up with the times if I'm not here for one semester ... that's it. I don't have a problem with it. I hope you can think about it before you use it. Don't abuse it. "

With these words, Dumbledore seemed to have laid down some heavy burden, and his eyes on Hermione were much softer, just like looking at his own granddaughter.

Hermione blinked her eyes. The key question is, why hasn't anyone explained to her what the time converter is from the time she came in to the end of the meeting? And it was as if everyone thought she knew.

Before she could ask the sports Professor nearby, the fire burst out in the fireplace, and a middle-aged man in a brown suit stepped out of it. It was fudge, the Minister of magic, with a beautiful brown wooden box in his hand.

The professor around him stood up with a smile and took out a check book that other witches did not know, but Muggles knew.

"Is this OK?"

Fudge obviously knows the goods too. He handed the box to Professor Wilson, patted the water vapor on his suit at night, looked around the people secretly, and then sighed with relief:

"couldn't be better."

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