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0283 Will
Most of the functional areas of Hogwarts are below the fifth floor, such as various classrooms, libraries, school infirmary and so on.
It's not that there is nothing on the eighth floor, but Marcus, as a Slytherin, naturally wouldn't go to the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw lounges, and he wouldn't go to the Astronomy Tower, Good time for the Divination classroom.
Of course, there is no rule that you can't wander around the castle at will, but seeing his sneaky and anxious expression, you can directly rule out this option.
Professor Flitwick's office was in the other direction, so on the road ahead of him there was only one room in use - the office of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Aini hurried downstairs to find a vacant classroom. As soon as he entered the door, he turned over the left cuff to reveal a hidden button, and then the two fingers of Shi and Zhong swiped it in reverse.
Silently, wisps of light gushed out from the button, and merged into a complex linear pattern in mid-air.
Few people would recognize that this is the simple map on the seventh floor where Aini is located. There are two or three small dots representing people in it, but he does not include himself.
Aini slid his finger, and the lines transformed into a map of the eighth floor. Unsurprisingly, the dot marking Marcus Flint moved forward slowly, and finally stopped in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
When the little dot representing Peter greeted the door, and the two names moved to the room, Aini also walked towards the principal's office.
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"Hey Albus, how does it feel to be teaching again?"
Watching a certain fish-fishing monster busy correcting homework, Aini couldn't help but tease.
"Well, the children are very lively, especially the two Weasleys."
Dumbledore dipped his ink and wrote a final comment on the parchment.
"Need an automatic quill? I have a spare here."
Aini probed and took a look. With the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper, beautiful cursive characters landed on it one by one. Each word looked like a flower stretching its body.
"Thank you, but the old man is more used to it."
The old man shook the quill in his hand, and put the corrected page aside.
The perfectly arranged characters look like exquisite works of art, but after reading the contents inside, the corner of Aini's mouth twitched. It is estimated that the winners would not be in the mood to treat them as collectibles.
The senior Transfiguration professor was unsurprisingly meticulous and sharp in grading homework, but... unexpectedly venomous.
The gentle words were like sharp arrows full of barbs, even Aini, a spectator, wanted to tear them to pieces.
"I think ... uh ... those kids will be grateful to you later."
Aini commented with a strange expression. After the old principal resumed the class, he went to attend a class out of curiosity. The old principal had a solid foundation, his words were humorous, and he explained the knowledge penetratingly. Every word was very charming, making people feel like spring breeze feeling.
Who would have thought that when revising homework, the wording turned out to be two extremes.
"Haha, but I think now, they want to scratch my mouth when they get homework."
The old man's eyes were in a trance for a moment, as if he was thinking about the past, then he laughed and opened the drawer, and took out two chocolate frogs.
"Well, the familiar smell is the most nostalgic."
Throwing one of the boxes to Ernie, Dumbledore took the black frog's head with a sigh and stuffed it into his mouth.
"A familiar smell?"
Aini's eating method was not as unrestrained as Dumbledore's. He tapped some chocolate frog's forehead to break the activation spell on it, and then took a bite.
"The grandpas of those little guys are probably more familiar with your writing style, but they probably won't tell their grandchildren how they tore up their homework because of a comment when they tell stories to their grandchildren."
"Someone did do this at first, so I used some small tricks later. If they want to tear up the comments, I'm afraid it won't be so easy in a short time."
The old man winked playfully at Aini, picked up his wand and drew a circle on the corrected homework, making the already strong parchment extremely strong.
"The children will hate you, Albus, and maybe you won't be the kind and lovely headmaster they thought before long."
Aini picked up a piece of parchment to test the strength, as if seeing a little wizard blushing, grabbing homework and tearing it hard, but there was nothing he could do.
"No, I'm only in charge of senior students, and they're not children anymore, some of them are older than you."
Hearing Aini's words, Dumbledore couldn't help complaining that it was too easy for the little devil in front of him to call others "children".
Aini choked for a moment, counting the age in his previous life, he said that Percy and others were no problem as children, but now he himself is just a young man who has just turned 18.
"Okay, you're right about the second half of the sentence, but the first half...maybe soon someone will be in charge of all Transfiguration courses."
After finishing speaking, Aini didn't hold back, and directly stated the purpose of coming today.
"I want to take leave."
"Okay, how long will it take?"
Dumbledore didn't ask the reason, and also approved Aini's vacation neatly.
For Minerva, Felius, Sprout...and so on, all faculty and staff including Ernie, Dumbledore will treat them as friends, colleagues, or entourages and continuations on the path of pursuing magic. The successors of the torch, but they will not be regarded as their subordinates.
He believed that Aini had his own judgment, and if it wasn't an urgent matter, the other party probably wouldn't ask for leave at this juncture.
The old man knew very well that Aini was different from Minerva, he had never been to school here, and just wanting to tie him to a Hogwarts chariot with friendship is not reliable. To have a stable relationship, one must have same interest.
The so-called prospers all prosper, one loses all loses.
If you want to do this, you must first ensure that the help Ernie gets from Hogwarts is greater than the burden the school puts on him.
To put it bluntly, it is good to listen to words like "drinking water with love". The most fundamental reason why Hogwarts can attract a group of top wizards is to provide them with the environment they want.
Accumulated thousands of years of magical knowledge, rich resource reserves, natural ties from the same source, and the transcendent identity that can be provided...
It is precisely because Hogwarts has what they want that they retain talent.
As in Voldemort's later period, he used power to overwhelm people, the more force he exerted, the greater the rebound.
Either devour yourself, or collapse the whole of England, and in the end, no one is the winner.
Regardless of whether it is Little Tom in the early stage, or Grindelwald or Dumbledore, they will not force others to make choices, but turn the result they want to see into the optimal solution for the other party.
People may succumb to the oppression of power, but they must be more willing to follow their own choices.