"Boom!"

The teacups smashed down on the thick carpet, and the hot water eroded a large area, making the house-elf named Goldcoin who was serving next to him seem to pass out.

I don't know if it's because I feel sorry for the carpet or because I didn't do my master's task well.

Alan deliberately straightened his face, and his words were full of anger: "It's been a quarter of an hour, Mr. Welfare seems to be very busy, I think we still have to hurry, Professor, let's go elsewhere first." ”

He didn't discuss it with Professor McGonagall, but he believed that the Professor was definitely better at dealing with the situation than he was.

"Relax, Alan," Professor said, waving his wand and cleaning up the carpet in a stern tone.

Professor McGonagall then turned to the house-elf.

"I'm sorry for this, but we do have important things to do, so please send greetings to Mr. Welfare on our behalf. ”

Then, the professor nodded at Allen, and the two of them left their chairs at the same time and walked towards the door.

However, before the two of them could reach the door, the door opened with a barely audible creak.

Walsh Foley walked in briskly in his mud-stained boots, his tone full of enthusiasm.

"Lady McGonagall, forgive me for hurrying back and not even having time to take off my hat. ”

He took off his hat and saluted, and criticized the house-elf for not entertaining the guests properly, as if Alan were his own half-brother.

Old Yin Goods... If I hadn't smashed the teacup and made a trend, I don't know how long this thing would have been observed.

Alan sneered as he remembered Professor McGonagall's assessment of this - he was cautious to the point of almost timidity, and belonged to the kind of top-notch grass in pure-bloods who absolutely supported the Ministry of Magic, and who cared who the Ministry of Magic supported.

No Minister of Magic has ever expected the loyalty of the Welfare Family, but the subordinate companies of the Welfare Family will spare no effort to support the Ministry of Magic. Ahem, it belongs to the subordinate unit that absolutely cooperates with the work.

When the Minister of Magic is replaced, the Daily Prophet will register some different opinions, but at that time, it is nothing more than publishing articles about the candidates attacking each other at the same time, and the Daily Prophet will not publish its own views on the Ministry of Magic anyway.

But it doesn't matter, it's how many Galleons you can knock out...... Alan looked earnestly at Walsh Foley, who was talking nonsense with Professor McGonagall about the weather, as if he had seen a thick and large bamboo pole.

Mr. Welfare, who felt a chill coming from the side from time to time, finally couldn't help it, and the face with a sincere smile on the other side naturally turned to Alan along with the topic.

"Professor McGonagall, who is this?"

You talked about it well, ask me what I'm doing, I'm just a handyman who was pulled over to follow the class, and even the salary has to be paid according to the professor's mood.

"This is a student at our school, and Dumbledore has told him and me to take care of something together. ”

The professor's tone was unusually relaxed, as if Alan had appeared with the professor because he had been assigned to clean the professor's office for violating school rules.

"Ordinary students? Ordinary students are worth bringing with you to visit me when you are in a hurry? Is this Dumbledore's nephew, or is it the illegitimate son of Dumbledore's family?"

"Dumbledore's orders, I'm afraid the headmaster's biggest regret now is that he didn't throw me on duty in the school until you return to school!"

They both looked at Professor McGonagall with confusion in their eyes.

Is this person lying and not even typing drafts?

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