I, salted fish, vote!

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"Every ...... Year?! ”

Dumbledore couldn't remember when he had lost his temper in front of anyone - even the moment he knew Grindelwald had betrayed him, he wasn't so stunned as he was now.

"Yes, 'every year,' Professor."

Dumbledore heard the good boy named "Lin Xiaoan" and said categorically.

"Oh, by the way, the premise is that the Headmaster of Hogwarts is you or Professor Snape. If someone else becomes a principal, the donation is automatically canceled! ”

Made, pretending to be an X, overloaded it, and almost pitted her own (God knows if there is) offspring!

Lin Xiaoan was afraid and wiped a cold sweat in his heart.

……

The expression on Dumbledore's face could no longer be described in words, and the happiness came so suddenly that he was a little incredulous: "Xiao An, should you ask your parents for their opinion first......?" ”

"There is a saying in our flower growing country: the children of the rich are in charge of the house early—although I am still young, but—I can call the shots in this matter, isn't it just a little pocket money."

Lin Xiaoan said that this is not a matter, it is a small matter, and you poor ghosts regard it as a big matter......

What else does the fairy tale talk about reasonableness, the protagonists of other people's fairy tales shed tears are pearls, spit gold bars and roses when they say a word, the clothes are changed by the sun, stars and moon, and the princess has to personally send the door to sleep peas (huh?). This doesn't count, cross out, cross out! ）…… As a systematic man (?) Anything is possible!

"It's just a million gold Galleons...... It's only five million pounds sterling -

The money to buy a few top luxury cars is sprinkled with water~

Other people's local tyrants raise tigers, lions, jaguars, and labor and management ......

cough cough cough ...... I'm not out of line with raising a dragon~"

Lin Xiaoan said unashamedly, feeling that the aura of the local tyrant on his head was even more shining.

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Dumbledore laughed, "I understand how you want a dragon - I know that you flower growers consider yourself a descendant of a dragon......"

"Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Miss by a mile! Lin Xiaoan interrupted Dumbledore's words very politely, even rudely, "The Eastern Dragon is a vigorous strip, and the Western Dragon is a bulky lump, please don't mix it up Thank you!" ”

"Let's open the skylight and say something, Professor! Dragons, however, are secondary - what I want most is home! Raise! Small! Genie! ”

Lin Xiao'an looked directly into Dumbledore's blue eyes: "Hard-working, loyal—oh, house-elves who are only loyal to their master's family and have powerful magical powers!" ”

Dumbledore still wanted to fool this condition: "If it's just a dragon...... I can recommend you a few wizards, but Charlie of the Weasleys - who is also Ron Weasley's brother - is a good dragon breeder, and he is now studying ...... Romania"

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"Professor! At least four or more house-elves and their proof of transfer of ownership, endorsements from the Ministry of Magic and the school board, a defensive magic array that can cover the entire Longkong Mountain (where Lin Xiao'an's house is located), the dragon that is about to break its shell, and a binding magic array against dragons...... I wouldn't have paid for one of them! ”

Lin Xiaoan had already calculated clearly, and would definitely not give Dumbledore a chance to exploit the loopholes: "Of course, I can also hire the wizard you recommend, including food and accommodation, double the salary, and extra red envelopes at the end of the year!" ”

Dumbledore's face became solemn, and he didn't call Lin Xiao'an's dear child anymore: "Xiao'an, I can know...... Why do you insist on getting house-elves? ”

"Huh...... You and I know that, Professor. Lin Xiaoan's face was bright with disgust, so he almost said Gay Deng, don't pretend to be stupid.

"I'm planning ahead, Professor. My family is just ordinary Muggles, unable to resist the Dark Arts - don't tell me what the wizards are subject to - especially when I learn about the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters......"

"The Dark Lord has—"

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Xiaoan again:

"I don't believe it, Professor.

It is said that the Dark Lord is dead-

So, what about his corpse? Has anyone seen it? What if he's still alive and just dormant?

The unicorn in the Forbidden Forest that almost died made me roughly confirm my judgment.

So, now, dear professor, your decision...... What is it? ”

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"You've convinced me, dear Ann." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then put on a smiling face full of spring breeze, "...... As you wish. ”

"Thank you...... In this way, please notify me when everything is ready...... Good night, Professor. Lin Xiaoan got up neatly and prepared to leave.

"Good night...... Ann, tomorrow morning, you can go to Hagrid's hut with your friends to see the dragon break its shell, which is a rare experience. Dumbledore winked playfully at Lin Xiao'an.

Lin Xiaoan felt that he had eaten too much for dinner today, so why did he feel a little sick to his stomach: "......"

Professor Snape pressed back the tic-tac-toe tendons that had popped out of his forehead one by one, and picked up Lin--the rag-doll-Ann with ease: "That's enough, see you!" ”