Professor McGonagall placed her hand on the bronze doorknob and tried to push it out, but something suddenly occurred to her and she stopped.

Arthur, who was following her, was fiddling with the wand in his hand, as if he didn't know how to carry it on his body.

"Arthur... Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't want you... Too often... It's too dependent on that ability of yours..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Arthur, who was looking up at her, and whispered solemnly.

"I just don't want Mr. Ollivander to be exhausted by looking for my wand... Not next time..."

"Hey... Your power is too strong, use it sparingly. ”

Knowing Arthur's intentions, Professor McGonagall's face soothed, and she glanced back at Mr. Ollivander, who was waving his wand to clean up the messy shelves.

I couldn't help but recall the few lines Arthur had just taken out his diary and wrote on it.

'Mr. Ollivander, who is old but stronger than the average young man, has finally found a wand suitable for Arthur......

What a terrifying ability, and if Arthur did something out of the ordinary with his abilities, wouldn't it...

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall's unwavering heart also gave birth to a trace of fear.

"Actually... I had no idea what my abilities were... I just want to have a cheap wand so that Mr. Ollivander doesn't have to worry about it any longer... It's all a coincidence. ”

"I can't think of any reason for this, and I don't agree with it. Don't be burdened by my words, your original intention is very good. ”

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and looked at the three representatives of the Wizarding World Press outside. She whispered to Arthur.

"In the next battle, don't use abilities anymore. This is the professor's test of you. ”

The malls are like battlefields, and the wizarding world is no different from Muggle society except for magical magic and magical beasts.

"I'm relieved to have Professor McGonagall here."

Arthur looked at the middle-aged blonde witch who was smiling at him on the street, and a new memory came to his mind.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. I haven't seen you for years, and as a student you often criticize, I miss you a little. ”

As soon as Arthur and Professor McGonagall walked out of the wand shop, Rita Skeeter passed the other two competitors and greeted Professor McGonagall with a smile on her face.

"You're the best Ravenclaw student in Transfiguration, I don't remember criticizing you for your homework."

Professor McGonagall said with a majestic expression, and she recognized the lady at this time.

A Ravenclaw student who graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more than twenty years ago, a true Ravenclaw.

"Hehe, I guess I'm mistaken. I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. ”

Rita Skeeter gave Professor McGonagall an apologetic smile before turning her gaze to Arthur.

"This is Mr. Arthur Pendragon, and it's an honor to meet you. I'm Rita Skeeter, editor of the Daily Prophet. Just call me Sister Rita. ”

In order to make a good impression on Arthur, Rita Skeeter even put all her pipes and pouches in her satchel before coming here.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter." Arthur nodded calmly.

"I've reserved a seat at the coffee shop. Professor McGonagall, if she could not be assured, could she hand over Mr. Arthur to me for half an hour? ”

"Professor McGonagall is now my guardian, and she has the right to know anything about me."

"It's me who has not thought it through, Mr. Pendragon. Let's go over together. ”

Arthur's resolute statement made Rita Skeeter a little angry.

But as a journalist who has been in the industry for more than 20 years, she naturally hides the emotions in her heart with a smile.

......

'It's not just a child...'

Looking at Arthur, who was asking the waiter about the price of different types of drinks, Rita sighed in her heart.

I thought it would be very easy to get a novel license from a child.

But after observing the wand shop to the coffee shop, her previous idea was a little too naïve.

Especially! There are also two nasty guys next to her.

"Mr. Pendragon, we are the ...... of the Aubus Thurus Press"

“...... We at Wiezhad can provide you with ......"

With only a third of the coffee left in the cup, Professor McGonagall calmly looked at Arthur, who looked equally calm beside her.

The intention of these three men, as McGonagall expected, was to obtain the exclusive publishing rights of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" from Arthur.

'Little Arthur... It's beyond your age...'

Professor McGonagall has published several books on Transfiguration over the years, and knows some publisher editors, so she still knows a certain amount about the industry.

But...

Now, she was looking forward to seeing what Arthur, who had upset the wizarding world, would do about it.

"Ms. Skeeter, Mr. Rest, Mr. Felipe, I know what you are here for... But Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone is important to me..."

"So I hope you can write down the predetermined sale price, the split between the two sides, and the number of the first batch of publications, and hand it to me on paper."

"If the conditions of any one are the same as what I want, I will make a choice."

Arthur placed the milk cup in his hand on the birch table and asked for three pencils and a few pieces of paper from a passing waiter.

He divided it into three parts and pushed them in front of each of them.

'What a clever way to turn the three people representing the publishing house into three lonely camps, so that they can't compete and lower the conditions at the same time...'

Arthur's approach made Professor McGonagall's eyes shine. The flat expression did not hesitate to show his approval of Arthur's behavior.

How did an orphan who lives in an orphanage all year round manage to be so mature and sophisticated?

Professor McGonagall suddenly became intrigued by the mysterious boy's past.

"This..."

The two middle-aged editors glanced at the paper and pen that Arthur handed over, looked at each other, and looked at each other.

Rita Skeeter, who was sitting in the aisle, picked up a pencil and began to write on the paper the favorable conditions that the Daily Prophet could give.

"Haha, isn't that beautiful Rita? Mr. Rest and Mr. Felipe are actually here. ”

Just as the three of them had finished writing down the conditions given by their publisher and handed them to Arthur.

A well-dressed middle-aged man with elegant manners came to them.

He feigned surprise when he saw Rita Skeeter and the other two editors, then greeted them with an exaggerated smile.

"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, long time no see. What kind of masterpiece did you bring us this time? ”