This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

‘Oh my god! ’

Andrew took the owl letter and felt terrible.

No, professor!

It’s Christmas, what kind of meeting is worth holding!

Are you a meeting expert, professor?

Andrew’s expression was even a little desperate.

Are we counting on Dumbledore to organize the school’s Christmas activities?

What a joke, Headmaster Dumbledore is almost moving his office to Big Ben! He just has to arrange it all day long!

All the documents now, yes, all of them are handled by him!

Because all the prefects of Gryffindor went home for Christmas! He didn’t even have a person on duty these days, and he had to do it all by himself!

If the school’s affairs hadn’t been reduced a lot during the holidays, he would have planned to strike in protest!

Daily greetings and exchanges with other magic schools, and the course arrangements for exchange students between schools, these are things he at least gets involved in on a daily basis, but the preparations for Christmas!

‘I hope that Headmaster Dumbledore will behave like a man…’

He took a deep breath to adjust his almost collapsed mentality, then picked up a thick stack of documents and walked towards Dumbledore’s office - in order to show that the workload today was heavy, he stuffed a stack of blank parchment into it.

Holding the adulterated documents, Andrew hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the means of giving himself black circles, walked all the way to Dumbledore’s office, and knocked on the door of the office.

“Ah, Taylor, you’re here, just deal with it over there, I’ve set up a new desk for you, and you can come here to work in the future.”

Dumbledore looked at Andrew and said with a smile, even pointing to the new desk next to him - there was a small pile of snacks on it.

…

Aren’t you going to pretend, Headmaster?

Andrew came to the new position and put away a thick stack of documents. "I just saw Professor McGonagall's letter in the office. She said that the meeting was postponed and she might not come back for the Christmas holiday."

"Well, I saw the letter. Minerva will hold a lot of meetings this time. The main thing is that the invention of lamps needs to be widely discussed... Especially for areas with too much magic energy, it is a big change. Candles are still too old."

The professor didn't say...

'Yes, she is afraid that I will participate too much now, and she must not say this... But I am not good at Transfiguration yet, and I don't know alchemy at all. Even if I participate, I can't do anything. It's a great honor for them to give me a signature. '

'I just thought that the Ministry of Magic has electricity, and forgot about the other schools. The schools that are as famous as Hogwarts may not have electricity. If you use candles for daily use, the brightness is indeed a bit worse...'

Andrew thought a lot, but Dumbledore's words interrupted his association.

"Okay, Taylor, don't be nervous. We can have a good Christmas. You can arrange the elves and purchase. Well, don't worry. I'll take care of everything."

…

My dear principal, is there a possibility that you should be responsible for this kind of work?

Moreover, can't the thick pile of documents on the table arouse your even a little pity? I'm just a second-year student, not a professor who applied for a job after graduation!

Perhaps seeing Andrew's complaints, Dumbledore nodded, "Don't worry and do it boldly. I guess you can't make festive firecrackers. I will make a batch. Okay, I have to work. You deal with the documents first and make a plan. If you have any questions, you can ask the former principals for advice."

? ? ?

However, while Andrew was stunned, Dumbledore ran away. To be more accurate, he left the office gracefully and finished his work.

Fake, right?

Andrew was dumbfounded-no, the parchment was put in vain?

He returned to his new desk, shook his head, and started working - I'm afraid I have to work overtime today. After processing the documents, I have to make a plan.

——

"Christmas is coming soon, what gift do you want?"

Sirius said to Harry, but his steps did not stop - he decided to fulfill his promise, go back to pick up the things, and pay his salary.

Of course, buying a great gift for his godson is also one of the reasons, so he has to leave school, and take Harry with him.

He himself doesn't care, there is no problem with the professor's travel, but Harry can't. If you want to take Harry away, you must apply.

But it's not a big problem. Professor McGonagall is still a little difficult, but Dumbledore's side.

I can only say that you shouldn't be too relaxed.

Especially since he has performed very well during this period - the feedback in class is good, the students' attention is also very good, and even Professor Binns recognizes him, which is really pleasing.

"Let me think of the password, Harry."

Sirius stopped and thought for a while, "Honey lemon tea."

The statue moved away, and Sirius took Harry forward, "Speaking of which, this is my first time to visit Dumbledore's office. I didn't expect that I could visit as a professor..."

He pressed the doorbell and got a reply to come in.

'Why is it a little bit wrong? '

But the strange voice did not attract his attention, and Sirius pushed the door open.

'Please wait a moment, I have something to arrange here, and it will be ready soon.'

'Of course no problem...'

Sirius thought so, and then realized something was wrong.

This voice is too childish, it doesn't sound like Dumbledore's voice at all, who is making such a joke!

Which Gryffindor?

It's so creative!

If the twins hadn't gone back, Sirius would have thought that they did it - but wait?

He looked up in surprise and looked at the person sitting on the chair and talking - the elf who was communicating with him was nodding his head desperately.

"Also, there are more people staying in school today, so prepare more candles... I'll go to the laboratory to ask if the new lamp has been simplified... That's about it. If there are any more tasks, I'll let you know."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor."

As a puff of smoke drifted past, the elf disappeared.

"Ah, it's Professor Black, what can I do for you?"

"How... how is it..."

Sirius couldn't speak clearly - no, this is Dumbledore's office, how did you convince the house elf!

"Be serious, be respectful, my useless great-grandson!"

There was a sound of hanging paintings on the wall, and Sirius looked up and found a familiar painting in his own place. Yes, one of his ancestors, the one who was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Wait? ? ?

He then noticed that there seemed to be a new desk over there, and there were even snacks placed on it separately... As for office supplies and water cups, they were all available...

Is this fake?

He rubbed his eyes.

Nothing changed.

Repeated again - still nothing.

Is this Hogwarts?

Why has Hogwarts become like this?