After teasing the little witch, Aini apologized and said that there were some deeper things about contract magic, and still picked the part that could be said to satisfy the girl's curiosity.

Hmph, for the sake of knowing that you can correct your mistakes, we are still good friends.

Although they still ate a few white eyes, the two were finally able to play happily together again.

"You're saying that the money is only a small part of the money allocated by the Ministry of Magic and the donations of the school board, and the rest is the output of the professors, why are you willing?"

Hermione was a little puzzled, could it be that the professors were all selfless saints?

"It doesn't have anything to do with me, the big contributors are Silver, Pomona, and Hagrid, and sometimes other professors make some deals through the school, but it's nowhere near as good as the three of them."

Hearing the names of Hagrid and Professor Sprout, Hermione immediately understood, although the greenhouse and the forbidden forest were taken care of by them, but both were undoubtedly Hogwarts properties, no wonder Eni was talking about output, not funding.

But Professor Snape was also in the same list, which made her a little strange, and did the proceeds from brewing potions also have to be handed over?

"The materials Seaver uses are all provided by Hogwarts, and of course a portion of the income goes to the school."

Eni didn't say it thoroughly, in fact, Seaver took the initiative to pay the money, which was to repay Dumbledore for saving him from the court, which is a guy who doesn't want to owe favors.

But she didn't need to tell hermione.

After dinner, the two parted on the stairs on the first floor, the girl had to find an empty classroom to familiarize herself with the wand in her hand, and Ani had to rush back to feed the little ones, who had just packed a lot of good food in the kitchen.

After returning to the Forbidden Forest to feed the little ones, Aini did not return to the treehouse, and lay down against Shay under the envious eyes of the other unicorns.

Feeling the powerful fetal movement in his ears, Aini's heart became more peaceful, half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to hear Sylvie's whisper, pondering it like the murmur of the autumn wind, and at some point he broke away from meditation and fell asleep.

Just as Tom crept onto his master's belly, Bill sat in his office with a bitter face and threw the hair between his fingers on the ground.

The room hadn't changed much from a year ago, except for a row of thin-necked bottle racks on the table, which contained an unknown red liquid.

There was only one candle flickering in the room, and in the flickering of the firelight, a bubble would occasionally float out of the bottle, and it would burst when it surfaced.

With a slight pop, Bill tilted his head up, as if there was an answer to everything on the ceiling.

In fact, after hitting the wall again, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he just let some pictures that he didn't know what to call in his mind.

Bill has no control over this, like a spectator who occasionally appears in this tired mind and has nothing to do with it.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that there are very few scenes such as family, individual, curse, and exploration in the picture, but they are all chaotic things.

As the head of the seven sons, he is still the one that his parents value the most, and he has been running for breaking the established destiny since he was a child.

Gifted boy, prefect, student council president, 12 courses: T. Certificate, Gringotts' Most Promising Spell Breaker, and one of the most sought-after professors at Hogwarts......

seems to be infinitely beautiful, but when will he live easily and for himself?

Bill was tired, tired like a myriad of worms growing from his marrow, and now he even wanted to forget all the struggles he had fought for, preferring to sit here quietly, close his eyes, and put all the remaining energy on his ears, to tell whether the cracking sound was from the bubbles in the bottle or the candle that was about to burn out.

Then when the flame ends, the soul is delivered to the quiet and deep darkness along with the extinguished wick.

"There are always many things in life that make us unable to distinguish the beginning from the end, as if everything we do is useless."

Bill turned his head and saw a bunch of silver-white whiskers swaying, dragging the owner behind him out of the darkness beyond the firelight, as if the old man had been standing aside until this moment.

The old man's face was solemn, and his eyes were full of wisdom, like a prophet who had come out of an epic.

It's a pity that after taking another step forward, a certain red bird trampled the solemn atmosphere away.

Messing with Ani every day, Fawkes is particularly fond of the position above his head, and he is standing on Dumbledore's pointed hat at this time, making the hat twist to the side, matching the old man's solemn expression, it is really full of joy.

Dumbledore apparently saw the quivering corners of Bill's mouth as well, and reluctantly patted Fawkes's paws.

"Let's go play with Aini." As he spoke, Dumbledore wanted to pet his bird again.

But before the words fell, there was a light on his head, and his hands were empty.

"Haha......"

When the old man was a little embarrassed, Bill's laughter was no longer uncontrollable, and instantly went around all the corners of the room.

A moment later, Dumbledore laughed as well.

"Young man, don't make the house too gloomy." The old man stretched out his hand again, and four clusters of light shot out from his fingertips, each of which was marked and symmetrical and attached to the ceiling, and the room instantly lit up.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, can it really work? I mean......"

After laughing, the flush on Bill's face had not faded, and his mood was low again, he lowered his head to avoid Dumbledore's gaze, and his chapped lips were a little chapped, but he still asked the doubts in his heart.

"I don't mean to offend, but is there really any hope that a curse that you can't break is broken?"

Bill's eyes were obscured by his falling hair, and despite the light around him, it was difficult to hide the gloom in his tone.

But even Bill himself didn't notice that when the question came out, there was a glint in his eyes, which is usually called hope.

"I did have a time when I was called omniscient, Bill. But everyone knows it's just a joke, and Albus Dumbledore is just an old man who explores the path of magic with you."

Dumbledore winked playfully, but unfortunately it was thrown on top of Bill's head.

"In some ways, like Transfiguration, I don't humble myself. But curses are really not what I'm good at."

He said that he would wait for the old headmaster to step forward and put his hands on Bill's shoulders. Finally, the eyes of the two met.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth went up, and he looked at Bill and smiled exaggeratedly, "Congratulations, William Arthur Weasley, you have succeeded in breaking the curse by Albus Percival Woodfrick Brian Dumbledore."

"Poof~"

Looking at the old man's serious appearance, Bill couldn't help laughing again, as if a warmth flowed into his chest along the big hand on his shoulder, and the whole person also regained some energy.

"I've tried it many times, but ......."

"Goo...... Gollum ......"

Bill's face flushed, and after reining himself, it was evident that his stomach had also come to life, calling on his master to fill the void for him.

"Ha, if I'm not mistaken, I met you in the auditorium at dinner."

Bill nodded, knowing that there was going to be a trial in the evening, so he deliberately ate more, but after a few hours, he still digested it.

"Bill, even after dinner, you're still hungry, but we can't say it's useless, can we?"