Dead air? Ranko watched the other party quietly, and subconsciously touched the wand he had hidden in his sleeve.

The strange feeling passed in a flash, and Professor Dumbledore was back to the powerful wizard when Ranko looked at him again.

It was as if what he had seen before was nothing more than an ethereal bubble. Professor Dumbledore had obviously sorted out his emotions, and the moment he retracted his gaze, the old but incomparable voice slowly sounded in the Dean's office: "I thank you for the Longbottoms, although I may make you feel high-sounding when I say this, but Professor Malfoy, please forgive me, in front of an old man who has seen a lot of things and experienced a lot of things, I will sincerely feel fortunate and happy from within." For you, you may only save two wizards who have been destroyed by conservative spells, but for others, it is parents and children, the most precious beings in their lives. ”

"It's not about gratitude, it's what a therapist does." Ranko said quietly,

"The treatment plan has to wait until the family decides on it, you know, Professor Dumbledore, nothing in this world is free." The gift of fate has long been secretly marked with a price.

Professor Dumbledore kept smiling,

"Perhaps, after all, most of the old people are sentimental, and I am no exception." Ranko couldn't figure out what the hell the other party was thinking, so he could only take one step at a time.

He didn't think Dumbledore would let go of it, but he couldn't see what the hell was going on.

"Professor Dumbledore." Ranko, who didn't plan to follow the other party's steps, could only interrupt Dumbledore's words and try to be sincere: "Although some words do feel vulgar to say, I still want to ask, how much money do the Longbottoms have left in Gringotts?" Professor Dumbledore, who was about to open his mouth to continue, blinked, a hint of confusion flashing in his blue eyes.

The question was clearly no longer in the old man's mind.

"As you know, despite the international financial assistance from all over the world, and the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards, the St. Mungo's Hospital for the Physically Injured and Injured is still a significant figure after removing the many fees that can be waived." Ranko very sensibly put aside the fact that the Longbottoms were members of the Order of the Phoenix, and planned to deal with today's incident first.

He subconsciously felt that it wouldn't be good for Dumbledore to continue.

"The magic potions that the Longbottoms need every week to maintain their condition, new treatments, and various types of expenses, large and small, are believed to be in a good position when the Longbottom family is struggling to maintain their current financial situation."

"I'm still nominally St. Mungo's healer, but I can't act here as a St. Mungo's healer, you know, Professor Dumbledore." Therapists who are not affiliated with St. Mungo's are not affiliated with the high standard of treatment, and the costs incurred in this are not low.

Moreover, according to the process, he should have closed his account at St. Mungo's half century ago, although he still holds St. Mungo's work certificate, but now he has not officially gone through the re-entry procedures and is strictly a supernumerary.

In this way, the relationship between the two is not the relationship between the therapist and the hospital to the patient, but the two points and the line between the therapist and the patient.

Without St. Mungo's connection between the two, that is to say, the treatment of the patient is carried out completely according to the healer's own wishes, and no one can force him.

In the same way, without the coordination of the hospital, it is not impossible to ask for a sky-high price. Although Ranko wasn't interested in money, he didn't mind going on with it if he could divert the conversation and follow it.

So, tens of thousands of gold galleons, or hundreds of thousands of gold galleons? Well, although the Golden Galleon is not very useful, it is not bad to listen to...... But even in the wizarding world, the poor are everywhere.

"Of course, of course." Dumbledore sorted out Ranko's thoughts, smiled, and said casually, "The Longbottoms also have a child, well, that child is also at Hogwarts...... The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will pay a portion of the costs at the same time, and the compensation for the victims of the Death Eaters trial is still retained within the Ministry. "As members of the Order of the Phoenix, in this organization led by Dumbledore to fight against the Death Eaters and Voldemort, the Longbottoms did not bear all the cost of treatment, and Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix also contributed a lot of material help.

It's just that these don't need to be said to Malfoy. Dumbledore thought safely, and looked at Malfoy in front of him, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Professor Malfoy, who knew all about the Order of the Phoenix from beginning to end, even knew who was in the organization, what they did, and what would happen in the end, also had a smile on his face.

No one has debunked this. So, he wondered what to say next. Or just open a sky-high bill, let Professor Dumbledore worry about his troubles, and don't get along with him all day.

Use millions, tens of millions of gold gallons to heal two wizards who can't keep up with the times, or even ...... Would Dumbledore agree to trade the Elder Wand for this opportunity?

Thinking of this, the corners of Ranko's mouth smiled a little. He looked out the window, and the sky was already dark, and a light rain was falling.

The weather in the UK is much friendlier than in Norway. But human nature has never been able to stand the test.

He figured that Dumbledore could, even if he handed over the Elder Wand, he would allow him to heal the Longbottoms.

But others will point the finger at him. It's like the person who pays the money is satisfied, and the person who receives the money is also satisfied, but passers-by can't look past it and want to say that the person who collects the money has no conscience.

Oh, what a disappointing metaphor.

"You can think about it, I want to try to schedule the treatment of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom on Saturday and Sunday, there are still a lot of things going on in the school, if Professor Dumbledore have any other questions, I think we can talk about it next time?" At this point, I think it's time for me to leave. The emotions came quickly, and Ranko didn't mean to dispel this emotion, in Dumbledore's opinion, Ranko suddenly quieted down, inexplicably tired.

In fact, it is true, the staff of the Ministry of Magic at this point has already left work, and Ranko has to find a place to stay nearby and return tomorrow.

There are also restrictions on the apparition's movement, and it is impossible for Merlin to move directly back to Durmstrang from here without the help of a fireplace and a portkey, let alone him.

"Well, Professor Malfoy, I'm sorry to let you listen to me, an old man." Although he was interrupted without saying a word.

But Professor Dumbledore said the same thing, how could he not know the other party's shirk? But judging by the results, Ranko really doesn't mean anything in this regard.

"Professor Malfoy." Just as Ranko was about to open the office door, he heard Professor Dumbledore's almost sighing voice behind him.

He put his hand on the doorknob, did not turn, and stood there. Immediately, Professor Dumbledore's near-silent words were heard: "I just hope that if you can...... you can protect ...... Ranko didn't respond, opened the door to his office, and walked out.

This is the story of Voldemort and Hogwarts. But not his.

"There is a rest room in the courtyard, you can go there to rest and leave again tomorrow." It was raining heavily in London, and Dean Bohan stood at the entrance of the courtyard.

"No, Dean, it's time for me to go back." Ranco held up an umbrella, smiled, did not stop, and stepped into the rain.

Dean Bohan stood there fixedly, and when he saw the blood-red wizard's robe gradually disappear from view, he withdrew his gaze and sighed silently.

"How's it going, Dumbledore?" Dean Bohan asked the white-bearded man who was standing together at some point.

The two have known each other for a long time, and for the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of the century, he did not fail to guess the reason why the headmaster is here.

"The Longbottoms have been in my place long enough to finally get them out of here." Professor Dumbledore whispered, "Yes, it's been a long time. "Think about it this way, more than a decade of peace has passed since the last struggle.

The surface is not alarmed, but the undercurrent is surging on the inside. Thinking of the strange appearance of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Dieter, you say, by sacrificing ......"

"You go down the path you choose, I'm just an ordinary therapist." Dean Bohan didn't give Professor Dumbledore face, and turned around to go straight back to the courtyard.

"Just, if you think it's worth it." When the old man, who also had a gray beard, passed by Dumbledore's side earlier, he said that he didn't care, but he still whispered: "Then go all the way down this road, and never waver." "The strength of magic depends on the human mind, and once the mind is shaken, the result is ...... He patted his old friend on the shoulder, and finally walked into St. Mungo's without saying anything more.

Only the wizard with half-moon glasses was left, standing only a few steps away from the rain curtain, standing quietly.

"I thought ...... "Whether it's Ranko or Tom, they're talented enough to shine in the wizarding world."

Like, Gellert ...... For a long time, with a sigh out of nowhere, the old man with a gray beard who had been standing for a long time could no longer be seen at the gate of St. Mungo.

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"It's a bit rude to say that, though." After the third time the child was denied a hotel, Ranko decided to use the wizard's tricks to get a chance to sleep.

"The Imperius has always been good at that." Without the slightest psychological burden, he used the unforgivable spell to secure a good room for himself, Ranko lit the electric light in the room, cleaned the room with magic, and then took off his wizard robe, and then lay down on the bed after a comfortable bath.

"Tonight's itinerary was unexpected, similar to the worship totem of magical life, the treatment of the Longbottoms...... Tsk, the little girl of the Blake family is indeed ruthless, but the Blake family can inherit the property at the moment, ah, no. "Glory to the pure-blood,

The "Forever Pure" Blake family is in decline. Sirius, the last heir, had been arrested eleven years earlier, and Bella, the bewed-wive, had no right to inherit the Blake family, just like Lucius's wife.

"But speaking of the Blakes...... "One of Tom's Horcruxes is in 12 Grimmauld Place."

12 Grimmauld Place, although Ranko knows where the address is, but he is protected by the Cruelty Loyalty Curse, and the secret is ...... According to the law of order continuation, it should be Sirius.

It's rare to go back to the UK, Ranko thought about it, and thought that if he went to 12 Grimmauld Place and took the Horcrux away, well, would the junior be angry?

Holding the quilt, Ranko rarely had his brain empty and let himself run wild. The lights of the Muggle world may be a novelty for other wizards, but Professor Malfoy, who is accustomed to all kinds of smart appliances in the 21st century, is still too backward.

The line between magic and technology is currently perfectly maintained with the support of the International Federation of Wizards and the leaders of various countries, and he honestly doesn't want to upset the balance with a junior whose head is too smart due to the excessive splitting of Horcruxes.

The International Secrets Law is the responsibility of all wizards, isn't it?

"But that's seven years later." He couldn't predict what would happen in the past seven years, even something as outrageous as Harry becoming Harley could come out, what else could not happen?

"The first part is the Philosopher's Stone, the second part is the Chamber of Secrets, Basilisk...... he hadn't seen a basilisk, he had already left school during that time, and he hadn't talked to the younger brother who framed Hagrid and killed Myrtle.

"The third part is the prisoner of Azkaban, so it's really not a few years, two years is not a long time, it is not a short time, I just don't know what the variables are, what happens here in Britain will never follow 100% of it." A butterfly flapping its wings in the rainforests of South America can cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later, and Merlin knows what kind of wind an old butterfly like him can make after nearly 80 years of flapping its wings.

As for the last heir of the Blake family, Sirius, Ranko has not seen. His mother Ranko knew a little Slytherin girl who lived in her own world and hadn't been beaten much by society.

Oh, and most importantly, his dear father once wanted him to be Sirius's father. The marriage of the Malfoy family and the Blake family...... Tsk, it's good that he died early, otherwise he would have been angry to see such a good dead kid playing with the stupid gryffindor lion.

After going through the order in his mind, Ranko lay on his back on the bed, lazily thinking, well, if you can't do it, you can curse your junior brother to death.

Professor Dumbledore's theory is good that the wheel of history accelerates the course of history, and unwarranted sacrifice can be avoided, if it can be obtained far more than it takes, and only requires a little effort on his part, then why not?

After all, it won't be him who will die.