The final price of the panoramic telescope was five Galleons and ten Sickles each, which was cheaper than Amosta's price. There was no way it could be done. It took Mr. Bans a whole week to prepare three hundred units. What about the panoramic telescope!
When sending Amosta away, Mr. Bans was still crying, as if he had lost a lot of money.
Amosta felt that he was overacting. The cost of most magic items and alchemy equipment was 40 to 50% of the selling price. After including taxes and operating costs, it would not exceed 60% at most. This business, Mr. Bans...well, anyway, he won't lose money!
The negotiation process for the last seven kilos was very difficult. When Amosta walked out of the magic supplies store, the sun was already high.
Amosta stood in the middle of the street, letting the bright sunshine shine on his body, enjoying the rare comfort at this moment. Since graduation, this comfortable, unhurried pace of life has completely left him.
"There is a more difficult negotiation..."
After a while, Amosta took a deep breath and looked at the castle standing under the blue sky and white clouds. There was another person there waiting for him to persuade, and it was expected that the negotiation process would not go particularly smoothly.
...
Before noon, around 10:30, Amosta returned to Hogwarts Castle again. In order not to affect lunch time, he hurriedly stepped onto the marble stairs, skillfully crossed the moving stairs and entered Gryffindor on the second floor. The scope of activity areas for college students.
A rough argument came from the other end of the corridor. Amosta craned his neck to listen for a few words, but he didn't hear anything. Because he was in a hurry, he hurriedly turned to the corridor on the other side and knocked. The door to the office next to the corridor.
"Please come in."
The stern voice from behind the door awakened the image in Amosta's memory. He smiled slightly, twisted the doorknob and stepped in.
Professor McGonagall's office was much smaller than Snape's. The walls were surrounded by piles of files, homework for the little wizards, and teaching aids used in class.
Professor McGonagall's small desk was against the window, facing the Quidditch pitch.
When Amosta came in, she was reviewing documents with her head down. Amosta, who had good eyes, quickly glanced at it and saw that it seemed to be the purchase application for teaching supplementary materials submitted by professors of various subjects in the second half of the semester.
"Oh, it's Amosta."
Professor McGonagall, who was working at her desk, flipped the black frame and turned around. When she saw who was coming, her tight lips relaxed a little.
"You look much more mature than you did three years ago. I almost didn't recognize you."
Professor McGonagall stood up and looked at Snape's protégé in front of her, her expression much gentler than when she usually faced the young wizard.
To be honest, before Amosta's fifth grade, the communication between her and Amosta was limited to a few exchanges in class and the annual approval of his scholarship application. Apart from that, she was very interested in this personality. The undistinguished young Slytherin wizard received no special attention.
Until the night before Christmas Eve when Amosta was in fifth grade.
That night, Amosta Blaine refreshed her inner evaluation of the child twice in a very short period of time, from extreme disgust to extreme gratitude.
Ever since that night, she had paid close attention to Amosta.
"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall,"
Amosta smiled sincerely and said, "Compared to three years ago, you haven't changed much."
Just as Professor McGonagall was looking at herself, Amosta was also looking at her with a smile on his face. The words he just said were just his polite flattery. To be honest, Professor McGonagall was older and more personable than before. I lost weight and had a lot more gray hair.
There's nothing she can do about it. When she encounters such a 'responsible' principal like Albus Dumbledore, she can only have bad luck...
The window of the room was open, and a faint smell of violet wine could be smelled in the air. Professor McGonagall guided Amosta to sit down, and walked to the burning fireplace, taking down the teapot from the shelf.
"Last night in the middle of the night, Principal Dumbledore left me a message, telling me that the school board sent you back to school..."
There was some dissatisfaction in Professor McGonagall's tone, and she didn't know who she was blaming.
"Anyway, Amosta, welcome back to school!"
Amosta took a shallow sip of the tea. As expected, it was so bitter that it made his scalp numb. It seemed that this pot of tea was brewed by Professor McGonagall to sober up. He put down the teacup calmly and did not take another sip. desire,
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. I am also very happy that I have this opportunity to return to Hogwarts... You know, many young wizards dream of returning here after a few years of graduation and reliving the carefree life." Carefree school time.”
“Yes, there are a lot of good memories here for people”
Amosta's words made Professor McGonagall happy. Her shoulders were no longer so tense.
"By the way, if I remember correctly, this seems to be our second face-to-face conversation, right?"
Amosta nodded slightly, recalling those days,
"You remember correctly, it was more than halfway through the second half of the second half of the fifth grade. You had a talk with me. The purpose was to persuade me not to deliberately make mistakes in the homework of each course, and to try to show my true level. ....Oh, I'm sorry, Professor, I was a little weird back then!"
"Snape told me privately that you call this behavior 'pretending to be a slug and eating a fire dragon'... It's a very apt metaphor, Amosta... But this time, you have to convince me instead. ”
Professor McGonagall didn't mind chatting with Amosta for a while to get to know him better, which was exactly her duty as the school's vice principal.
But it's a pity that she still has a lot of things to do today. After handling the daily operations of Hogwarts, she still has to make teaching plans for each grade next year, salary adjustment plans for professors in various subjects, and "Transfiguration Today" Several Transfiguration papers were also anxiously awaiting her comments.
Because of these complicated affairs, while other professors were still enjoying their happy Christmas vacation, she had to plan in advance to even squeeze out time for a cocktail party.
"....Principal Dumbledore asked me to arrange a residence and office for you,"
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and her expression became solemn.
"I originally planned to meet you after dinner, but when I met Professor Snape this morning, he mentioned your plan to me by the way, which forced me to talk to you in advance... Originally This matter should belong to Headmaster Dumbledore, but..., well, let's not mention it,"
Professor McGonagall's mood became bad. She took a deep breath, looked sharply, and asked sharply.
"I'm not questioning the feasibility of your plan, Amosta. My question is, do you think this plan is really suitable? In order to find the heir to the secret room, you would monitor all the daily lives of the little wizards?"
