"Gail, how are you doing? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss it very much."

There are a lot of things in between.

The old man looked at these contents and smiled, "Albus, you're old too."

"I need you, the magic is leaving us......

In the letter, Dumbledore recounted in detail what he had seen and made his own assumptions.

Grindelwald looked closely, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth raised, as if he hadn't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time.

With a pinch of his finger, the letter was lit.

Then, stunned, he looked at Fawkes, who looked at him blankly.

"Fawkes, do you have any paper?"

Grindelwald asked, then patted himself on the forehead:

"Look at my memory, how can you bring a paper ......?"

In the middle of his sentence, he saw Fawkes pull a piece of letter from his feathers.

A man and a bird looked at each other, and Fox wondered, should I stuff it in?

Hogwarts Great Hall.

The next morning, the Daily Prophet report came out.

It gives a brief account of the Kemera Beast's attack on Hogwarts and its repulsion, with no casualties, but heavy damage to Hogwarts' property.

At the same time, the report also satirized the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, and XXXXX-level dangerous creatures from Greece were smuggled into the UK and transported to Hogwarts.

For this reason, the Ministry of Magic had to send the Aurors to Hogwarts to investigate at a time when such a shortage of manpower was scarce.

They didn't investigate anything at all, except for a few Kemera beast's dragon tail scales, which they couldn't take yet, as they were considered their own trophies by the creatures of the Forbidden Forest.

As for the portkey, not even the ashes were found.

Like syringes, portkeys are gadgets made by Voldemort himself, which disappear when he completes his mission.

Not only that, but the Aurors were also pointed at by the centaurs for a long time, and from the moment they entered the Forbidden Forest, they were monitored by magical beasts until they left the Forbidden Forest.

After leaving the Forbidden Forest, the Aurors breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on their foreheads.

The moment they stepped into the Forbidden Forest, they felt enveloped by a vague malice, as if everything in the Forbidden Forest was repelling them.

Before, when they were in school at Hogwarts, they didn't think the Forbidden Forest was so terrifying, and everyone looked at each other, and the leader was a little worried.

Nothing has been investigated, and if he goes back like this, he will definitely be scolded.

"How did you assign this task to yourself?"

He thought unhappily.

Outside Professor McGonagall's office, Professor Sgrahorn waited early in the doorway, holding a piece of parchment, pacing incessantly.

Seriously, he had some minor excitement.

At such an age, Professor Sgrahorn felt that he was much younger, provided that the potions did not stop.

"Morning, Horace?"

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Professor Sgrahorn, who greeted him in surprise.

"Morning, Minerva."

Professor Sgrahorn said, raising his hand and gesturing the parchment in his hand.

"Come in and talk about it."

Professor McGonagall invited Professor Sgrahorn into his office.

The two sat down, and Professor McGonagall prepared two cups of tea and some snacks.

Straight to the point, Professor Sgrahorn handed the plan directly to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall took it, glanced at the title, "Hogwarts Rewards," and at Professor Sgrahorn.

"Such a big person, it's a lot of fun!"

Professor Sgrahorn was a little nervous when Professor McGonagall looked at him like this, as if he had been back to when he had applied for the position of Potions professor at Hogwarts.

Picking up the tea and taking a sip, he pressed it down

The beating heart waits quietly.

The aim of the project is to "bring knowledge to the people".

Open a shop in Hogsmeade Village under the name of Hogwarts, selling magical drinks made by Professor Sgrahorn.

In addition to magic drinks, there are also Ralph's potion flavor enhancers, as well as special potions to brew orders and the like.

Of course, since it is in the name of Hogwarts, books are indispensable.

Since it was Professor Sgrahorn's one-man plan, it was only written with notes from each grade's Potions class, potions workbooks, and the like.

The workbook was something Ralph came up with and was immediately accepted by Professor Sgrahorn.

The few exercise books I have made are just hollowing out some of the key points in the books for the children to do.

He also thoughtfully thought of advertising slogans for them.

At first glance, many of these ideas lit up Professor McGonagall's eyes

Soon, Professor McGonagall was finished, and Professor Sgrahorn's heart was in his throat, and the time was getting longer and harder.

"Horace, your plan is good, and some of these ideas really shocked me. I thought I could give it a try."

Professor McGonagall said in admiration.

"It's all the children's work, a lot of it is their ideas, and I'm just adding a little bit to their ideas."

Professor Sgrahorn said that he did not take credit for himself, and that he did not need it at his age.

Professor McGonagall then spoke to Professor Sgrahorn about derivatives of Transfiguration.

During the exchange, Professor McGonagall also knew that many ideas came from the Muggle world, and inevitably had some ideas to understand the Muggle world.

There are many Muggle wizards who return to the Muggle world after graduation, and these are the bridges between the two parties.

After chatting for a long time, the two went to the auditorium for breakfast together.

During this time, she met a number of professors, and Professor McGonagall talked to them about something, and gave them a copy of Professor Sgrahorn's proposal.

In the meantime, there will be a meeting of professors this evening devoted to this matter.

When Professor McGonagall returned to her office after her morning class, she noticed that she had a lot of more stationery on her desk.

After reading the envelopes, a smile appeared on the professor's face.

No, the money is here, thanks to the report of the Daily Prophet, and perhaps because some people are weak-hearted.

I had the funds to open the store, so I didn't have to borrow from the professors.

In the principal's office, Albus stood by the window, rubbing the envelope in his hand, and finally opened it.

"Dear Albus, it's a pleasure to hear from you."

"Far from the distractions of the world, I am with nature, with the sun, with the moon, and all is well."

"I'm having a much easier time than you." (Seeing Gellert's teasing, Albus can't help but smile.) ）

"As mentioned in your letter, I have also thought about it, and even researched ......."

Barabala, a bunch of words, full of wizarding jargon.

Albus watched intently, sometimes with a thoughtful expression.

At the end, he saw a line of scratches.

「##################」

"Spell relief? I really miss it."

Albus smiled and tapped on the parchment.

Magical light flashed, and lines of words emerged.