I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 93 Let Everyone Roll Up!
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The flames in the principal's office burst out, piercing the darkness in the room.

Dumbledore grabbed Fawkes' feet and landed gracefully on the ground.

Letting go of Fawkes, Dumbledore took out his pocket watch and took a look, heaved a sigh of relief, and put the pastry in his other hand on the table.

This afternoon he received an urgent message.

A Muggle shopping mall held a grand pastry tasting meeting. I heard that pastry masters from all over London will participate.

He originally just went to see and learn advanced technology.

But I didn't expect the magic power of those pastry masters to be too strong.

Without paying attention, he was entangled in the cunning pastries made by those masters!

In the end, it took him a lot of effort, and after a hard struggle, he managed to rush back before the dinner began.

Dumbledore hiccupped, hurriedly changed his clothes and walked towards the auditorium in a hurry.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Dumbledore waved and said as soon as he entered the auditorium, but he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Is the auditorium too quiet today?
Not quite right
He looked towards the high platform.

McGonagall, Snape
One less than Hagrid.

Ok.

The professors are all here!
Look at the long table in the center of the auditorium.

Ok?
Dumbledore looked at the few students sitting scattered around the long table, his eyes widened involuntarily.

What about my many students?

Did Hogwarts fast list the accidents?

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat.

But he couldn't find a look of sadness on the students' faces.

So things shouldn't be as serious as he thought.

Dumbledore walked to the high platform, pulled the chair vigorously, and sat down in his place.

He originally thought that when those people heard the movement, someone should report to him what happened.

But Professor Flitwick dozed off, leaning back in his chair.

Snape looked straight ahead, motionless like a statue.

Professor McGonagall closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he was suppressing something.

The only one who can move is Professor Quirrell, but he just moved his eyes away. Like a mouse meeting a cat, Quirrell hastily turned his head to the other side, his body trembling slightly.

There is no normal person.
Dumbledore sighed helplessly, turned his head and asked Professor McGonagall in a low voice: "Professor McGonagall, has the school launched a group teaching activity for the Disillusionment Charm recently?"

"Disillusionment Curse?" Professor McGonagall opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore with strange eyes.

"Isn't it?" Dumbledore raised his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, looked at the empty auditorium, and said pretending to be deep, "What about our students? Have they all dropped out of school?"

"student?"

Dumbledore's words seemed to ignite the explosive keg in Professor McGonagall's heart instantly, and the pitch was extremely high.

"Then I have to ask you, it's your muddled decision!"

"Ok?"

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall suspiciously.

Professor McGonagall respected him a lot in the past, so why is it that he is about to revolt now?
"Professor McGonagall, before you vent your anger, can you tell me what happened first?"

Professor McGonagall asked: "Did you not hear such a loud voice in the office?"

Dumbledore coughed in embarrassment. He managed to touch a fish during the holiday, but something big happened unexpectedly.
"I was studying a spell in the office today. I was afraid of being disturbed. I put a silence spell around me, so I didn't hear any movement outside."

Dumbledore said blushingly.

He is the most powerful white wizard nowadays, with top-notch Occlumency skills!
If you want to be as calm as water, there will never be a single ripple!
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, and finally chose to believe him.

"It's not the entertainment street you promised to set up!"

Professor McGonagall recounted today's events to Dumbledore angrily.

In her mouth, Hogwarts students seem to have been completely bewitched by the entertainment street and addicted to having fun.

If it is not corrected, Hogwarts' thousand-year reputation will be ruined!
"You're a loser, Dumbledore!"

Professor McGonagall slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

Several professors around were taken aback.

Professor Flitwick woke up from the dream and almost fell to the ground.

"I understand, I understand, don't get too excited, I'll call them in right away!"

Dumbledore got up and walked out of the auditorium like the wind.

He felt that if he took another step slower, Professor McGonagall's anger might be burning on him.

After all, Entertainment Street was established with his approval.

What a few uneasy boys!

Dumbledore walked to the entertainment street and called all the students he met along the way back to the auditorium.

He found John and dragged him aside.

"Although I agree with you to build an entertainment street, you must know enough is enough!" Dumbledore said.

"What?" John blinked suspiciously, "Professor, we are just in business!"

"Yes, you are in normal business!" Dumbledore said, "But you don't even think about what day it is today. The professors are sitting in the empty auditorium waiting for you to attend the dinner. Think about it, is this appropriate?"

That's what happened
John reacted.

"And you are not here, Professor McGonagall vented all his anger on me." Dumbledore continued, "I am already very old, you still don't think about me, you"

"Please wait!"

John frowned, understanding what Dumbledore meant, and he dug out a box of candy from the leather bag.

"Professor, my new research, you should like this taste!"

Dumbledore raised his hand, covered the box in John's hand with his wide sleeve, and silently put the candy into his arms.

He stopped reprimanding John, and then said: "But it's not my problem now, but Professor McGonagall has already had an opinion, you have to find a way quickly, otherwise even if I allow her, she will trouble you, isn't it It's a long-term plan, do you understand?"

John nodded: "Understood, Professor!"

"Okay, let's stop here today, and tell them to go back to the dinner."

Dumbledore turned to leave, and John watched him go, standing where he was thinking.

"John, what is Professor Dumbledore doing here?"

Fred slipped out as soon as he heard the movement outside, but when he saw the figure of the principal, he didn't dare to approach it for a while.

"Didn't he already allow it?"

"Professor McGonagall now." John sighed, "She said that our entertainment street will affect the students' learning."

"Then what should we do?" Fred frowned, "We managed to do this with great difficulty!"

John pondered for a moment, and said, "I have to find a way to let our customers roll up while playing, so that Professor McGonagall won't trouble us."

but what to do
(End of this chapter)