This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"What a joke."

When Andrew and Huffman were brought into the hut and sat down on the chairs, Huffman approached Andrew and sighed.

"What a joke, the principal is here, you should pay attention to your image."

Andrew reminded carefully-even if Dumbledore is easy-going, you should not commit suicide.

As a sixth-grade graduate, don't you plan to get a recommendation letter from the principal?

"I'm not kidding, this room is kidding-this is my first time coming in... Look at what's hanging over there!"

Huffman was a little disappointed.

But unfortunately, Andrew took a look and confirmed that it was a ponytail-and then nothing happened.

"Magical creatures course!"

Huffman reminded quietly, Andrew took another look and confirmed that he didn't know anything-he could talk a little about Transfiguration in the fourth grade, but magical creatures class? He never took it.

"Unicorn tail hair, the kind that is priced by Galleons per strand!"

? ? ?

Are you kidding me? Andrew glanced at the things that he couldn't hold, and thought about what Huffman said - I'm kidding, the price is almost catching up with the money they counted last time!

"The things for washing pots over there...hiss..."

Huffman couldn't even finish his words this time. Out of respect for a prefect, Andrew now believed the luxury of the decoration of this room.

The meat is not in the folds of the buns, this room is probably enough to replace a storefront in Hogsmeade - maybe more than that.

And if a Gryffindor prefect can recognize it, then what about Dumbledore? Without a doubt, he can.

Andrew finally knew where his biggest mistake was - Hagrid is the most legitimate of the legitimate.

The entire Hogwarts wall is actually guarded by Hagrid, which is why Professor McGonagall has to ask them to write carefully and write letters to appease them if she doesn't approve a report.

This hut looks like it is on the edge of the castle, but it actually completely blocks the most dangerous wall in the school - the Forbidden Forest.

Half of them are responsible for monitoring progress, and the other half are actually for welfare.

Because this matter itself is not very formal - the dragon egg is illegal anyway, some operations are said to be compliant, but if you count carefully...

Of course, it is impossible to expect full compliance, this place is not a compliant place. Andrew has known it for a long time and is used to it - although Hogwarts does not have as much power as the Ministry of Magic, it is also part of the rules.

Take the research group he went to last time to figure out how to make money in the Muggle world. It violated the confidentiality law on the day it was established, but the Ministry of Magic not only knew about it but also injected full funds.

For example, in the herb greenhouse, Andrew has read many herbs that are strictly prohibited from being cultivated in the report several times - but the report also needs to be sent to the Ministry of Magic to get money.

Even Professor Snape has few potion materials used in the project that are not on the banned list, and he was approved faster than anyone else...

This time, the dragon egg was actually registered under the name of Professor Kettleburn. If Professor Kettleburn applied for it, there would be no need to cover it up...

Of course. Andrew was more inclined to believe that he had guessed wrong from the beginning - could Dumbledore really have precious materials in his eyes?

But guessing these messes was always safer than communicating with Dumbledore - although describing Dumbledore's personality and experience was not a safe thing, Andrew didn't investigate and just guessed.

Just as he was thinking about it, a very strong voice came from outside the hut, "Ya Ya, you have to be brave!~"

Then there was the flattering barking of the timid dog, and then the door was knocked by a very strange sound.

"I'm here, Albus!"

Awe-inspiring shout, and then the door was pushed open.

"Why did you do this!"

Before Andrew could digest the surprise given to him by the visitor, the professor who was quite famous among the students had already complained.

"Flame, flame, you should have hatched it before I came, Hagrid, how many times have you discussed it with me, and you still haven't remembered it?"

Before Andrew had a bad association, the professor had already shouted, and then walked quickly to the somewhat blackened egg.

"Let me take a closer look."

He used his remaining hand (Professor Kettleburn had permanently lost half a leg and an arm due to injuries from dangerous magical creatures) to caress the dragon egg lovingly, his eyes soft, "Yes, a lively little fellow..."

…

Andrew and Huffman were trying to hold back their laughter.

"Light the fire, don't let the fireplace go out, the bigger the fire, the faster it hatches!"

He acted decisively as he spoke, not like a man with only half a limb left. He placed the dragon egg, lit it, and then observed the flame and glared at Dumbledore.

"You're going to donate it!"

"What's there to be afraid of if you keep it in the Forbidden Forest!"

"Hagrid will take good care of her!"

"She?"

"Yes," Professor Kettleburn looked at Hagrid, "Obviously, she's a pretty girl, don't you see?"

The two of them were communicating very happily, and even Dumbledore couldn't stay any longer - and when he left, he took Andrew and Huffman away who couldn't get a word in.

…

"That's why Minerva and I have never intended to give them approval," Dumbledore said to the two of them with a smile outside the house, "but we can't do things alone in school, we have to discuss it, right?"

The two nodded - only fools would argue.

"Go there once a week to take a look and report to Minerva - I know them. If you expect them to send away the dragons, I'm afraid the next generation of dragon eggs will be hatched."

"Well, good-bye, gentlemen, I have to go back to my business - there's always so much work to do in the principal's office."

Dumbledore nodded at them and walked away.

"Well, did you hear it?"

Huffman looked at Andrew.

"I'm a little skeptical."

The two nodded - why did Dumbledore plan to let them go to the principal's office to work despite his words?

"Maybe I heard it wrong..."

Huffman was a little confused.

"We must have misunderstood."

Andrew was categorical - he wouldn't change jobs with three times his salary, he wouldn't dare to expose... Bah, he loves what he does, and plans to work in Professor McGonagall's office until graduation!

Well, when I was writing the book in the afternoon, I could also include a villain who looked down on Dumbledore - I just said that he thought writing papers at his age was a way of sensationalizing and deceiving attention, and young people should study hard.

Then don't slap him in the face, but let the other person find out that Dumbledore's paper solved the topic that he has been stuck on for nearly a year, making him feel ashamed and fall to the ground, so he becomes Dumbledore and supports Dumbledore many times in public.

There's nothing you can do about it - it's nice to be slapped in the face, but Lockhart has used it in various ways. His adventure stories are full of supporting characters.

‘So, once again strengthen your faith and never go to Dumbledore’s office! ’