The final price of the panoramic telescope is five Galleons and ten Sico, which is cheaper than the price of Amosta's heart, and there is no way, who told Mr. Bans to prepare three hundred panoramic telescopes for a whole week!

When Amosta was sent away, Mr. Bans was still weeping, as if he had lost a large sum of money.

Amosta felt that he had gone a little too far, the cost of most magic items and alchemy utensils was four to fifty percent of the selling price, and if taxes and operating costs were included, it would not exceed sixty percent at most, this business, Mr. Bans or... Uh, anyway, not at a loss!

The negotiation process for the last seven Western concessions was difficult, and by the time Amosta walked out of the magic shop, the sun had already risen.

Amosta stood in the middle of the street, letting the sun shine on him, enjoying the rare comfort of the moment, which had completely left him since he graduated.

"There is an even tougher negotiation..."

In the middle of the night, Amosta took a deep breath and looked at the castle standing under the blue sky and white clouds, where there was still a person waiting for him to convince, and it was expected that the negotiation process would not be particularly smooth.

......

Before noon, at about half past ten, Amosta returned to Hogwarts Castle, and in order not to interfere with lunchtime, he hurriedly stepped up the marble staircase, and skillfully stepped over the moving staircase into the activity area of the Gryffindor House students on the second floor.

There was a rough argument in the distance at the other end of the corridor, and Amosta craned his neck to listen, but he didn't hear anything, because he was in a hurry, he hurried to the other side of the hallway, and knocked on the door of his office at the edge of the hallway.

"Please come in."

A stern voice from behind the door awakened the image in Amosta's memory, and he smiled and twisted the doorknob to step in.

Professor McGonagall's office was much smaller than Snape's, surrounded by mountains of papers, the young wizards' homework and teaching aids.

Professor McGonagall's small desk leaned against the window, facing the Quidditch pitch.

When Amosta came in, she was reading the documents with her head down, and Amosta, who had a good eye, glanced at it quickly, as if it was an application for the purchase of teaching aids submitted by professors of various subjects in the second half of the semester.

"Oh, it's Amosta."

Professor McGonagall, who was working at the desk, turned around with a flick of the black frame, and when she saw who it was, her lips tightened and slackened a little.

"You look so much more mature than you were three years ago, I almost didn't recognize you."

Professor McGonagall stood up and looked at Snape's protégé in front of her, her expression much softer than she usually did when facing the young wizard.

Truth be told, until Amosta's fifth year, communication between her and Amosta was limited to a few exchanges in the classroom and the approval of his financial aid application each year, and she didn't pay any special attention to the little Slytherin wizard with a small personality.

Until Amosta was in fifth grade, that night on Christmas Eve.

That night, Amosta Blaine refreshed her heart's evaluation of the child twice in a row in a very short period of time, from extreme disgust to extreme gratitude.

Since that night, she has kept a high level of interest in Amosta.

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall,"

Amosta smiled sincerely, "You haven't changed much from three years ago. ”

As Professor McGonagall examined herself, Amosta looked at her with a smile on her face, and that was nothing more than his polite flattery, to be honest, Professor McGonagall was a little older than before, thinner, and had a lot more gray hair.

There's no way around it, and if you meet such a 'responsible' headmaster like Albus Dumbledore, you can only count her fate as bad...

The window of the room was open, and the faint smell of violet could be smelled in the air, and Professor McGonagall guided Amosta to sit down, while she walked to the blazing fireplace and removed the teapot from the shelf.

"Last night, Headmaster Dumbledore left me a message telling me about the school board sending you back to school..."

Professor McGonagall had a mixture of displeasure in her tone, and she didn't know who she was complaining about.

"Anyway, Amosta, welcome back to school!"

Amosta took a shallow sip of tea, not surprisingly, the bitterness made the scalp tingle, it seemed that this pot of tea was brewed by Professor McGonagall for decanting, he quietly put down the teacup, and had no desire to take another sip,

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, and I'm glad I had the opportunity to return to Hogwarts... You know, many young wizards dream of coming back a few years after graduation and reliving their carefree school days. ”

"Yes, there are a lot of good memories here"

Professor McGonagall was pleased with Amosta's words, her shoulders no longer tense,

"Then again, if I'm not mistaken, this seems like our second face-to-face conversation, right?"

Amosta bowed slightly, reminiscing about the time,

"You remember correctly, it was more than half of the second semester of the fifth grade, and you talked to me about it in order to convince me not to deliberately make mistakes in the homework of each course, and to try to show my true level.... Hey, I'm sorry, Professor, I was a bit weird! ”

"Snape told me privately that you call this 'slugging and eating dragons'..., a very apt metaphor for Amosta... But this time, it's up to you to convince me. ”

Professor McGonagall didn't mind talking to Amosta for a while to get to know him better, which was her role as Deputy Headmaster.

But unfortunately, she still has a lot of things to do today, after taking care of the daily affairs of Hogwarts, she still has to make teaching plans for next year's grades, the salary adjustment plans of the professors of various subjects, and several Transfiguration papers in "Transfiguration Today" are also anxiously waiting for her approval.

Because of all these complicated affairs, while the other professors were still enjoying the happy Christmas holidays, she had to plan ahead to squeeze out the time for a drinking party.

“.... Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to arrange a place and an office for you,"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and her expression became solemn.

"I had planned to meet you after dinner, but when I met Professor Snape this morning, he told me about your plans in passing, and I had to talk to you about it in advance... This should have belonged to Headmaster Dumbledore, but..., well, don't mention this,"

Professor McGonagall's mood turned sour, and she took a deep breath, her eyes sharpened, and she asked sharply

"I'm not questioning the feasibility of your plan, Amosta, my question is, do you think this plan is really appropriate, in order to find the heir to the secret room, to monitor all the daily lives of the young wizards?"