Chapter 179： Terrible fact (1/2)

The history of magic is really boring. During the class, the students in the entire classroom were drowsy, and it was not until the end of get out of class bell rang that everyone regained their vitality.

Before dinner, Albert was about to write a reply to others. There is an advantage in keeping correspondence with that group of famous wizards. When discussing and researching a certain field, the experience gains extremely fast, but the price that needs to be paid is to spend a lot of time and energy to write back letters.

After all, everyone is a professional. Except for simple greetings, most of the content in the letter is about academic issues or opinions on a certain field.

To be honest, such a letter is much higher than writing a manuscript for an academic magazine, but the content is a bit unregular.

But no one really cares about this issue. For them, it is enough to be able to explain it clearly.

Albert often mentions some of his own doubts and novel points in the letter, and the other party will be happy to help answer and discuss if they will.

Albert ate alone in the auditorium, Fred and George both went to participate in the selection of Quidditch players, and Lee Jordan went to cheer for them and watched the selection process by the way.

After dinner, Albert went back to Gryffindor's lounge, put his schoolbag back in the bookstore, and then appeared in front of the stone monster at the entrance of the principal's room before seven o'clock in the evening.

”Mead.” Albert gave an order to the stone monster.

The stone monster suddenly came alive and jumped aside, revealing the gap hidden behind him.

Albert passed through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase. The monster blocked the gap again, and the stone staircase began to rise slowly, sending him to a wooden door with a brass knocker.

”Is this a magic elevator?” Albert couldn't help muttering, took his pocket watch from his pocket, checked the time, and knocked on the wooden door of Dumbledore's office on time.

The next moment, the door of the office opened.

”Good evening, principal.” Albert nodded slightly at Dumbledore.

”Come in, Mr. Anderson.” Dumbledore smiled.

This is the first time Albert has come to the principal's office. Inside is a round room with pictures of previous Hogwarts principals hanging on the wall, and the portraits are pretending to be asleep.

Albert is not the only visitor in this office, which is actually not unexpected.

Hertok Dagworth arrived early.

”Hertok told me that there were some small misunderstandings between you.” Dumbledore said to Albert. ”He wants to sit down and talk to you peacefully. Would you mind?”

”Yes, a small misunderstanding.” Albert nodded and said, ”I also hope this matter can be resolved smoothly.”

”No, no need. After all, he is a potion master.” Albert's tone was very calm, but Dumbledore couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, apparently hearing Albert's intentions.

Hertok Dagworth is a potion master.

Who knows if he would mix anything into the drink?

For example: Veritaserum.

”Oh, that's really a shame.” Dumbledore glanced at Hector, who was silent, not too optimistic about the outcome of the meeting.

The relationship between the two parties is no longer unfriendly as Hertok said.

”I went to the Ministry of Magic two days ago.” Hertok finally spoke. ”I went to talk to the other person about it, but the short and fat ugly woman just didn't want to admit it or apologize. ”

”I just couldn't hear it suddenly.” Dumbledore pretended not to hear Hurtock.

”That's a pity.” Albert shrugged his shoulders, but the expressionless face couldn't see the regret in the words.

”One hundred, no, five hundred gallons.” Hertok offered his price, ”I really can't do anything on the Ministry of Magic.”

”Why don't you bribe the other person?” Albert asked curiously.

”I'd rather give you this money, and don't want to give it to that nasty ugly woman.” Hertok's face showed a disgusting expression, and he obviously didn't like the woman in his mouth: ”A thousand gallons, take the gold membership card Give me back.”

”So that's it.” Albert nodded, ”Ten thousand gallons, I will return the card to you.”

”Ten thousand gallons, are you crazy? This is naked blackmail.” Hertok's face flushed instantly, and he was almost pleased by Albert's words. He felt that he was sincere enough.

”Yes, I am indeed blackmailing you now.” Albert admitted directly.

This made Hertok's heart frustrated, and even Dumbledore couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The two had never thought that Albert would admit it so simply.

”Mr. Anderson, how would you be willing to return the gold membership card to Hector?” Dumbledore interjected.

”It's very simple. Dagworth solves the trouble he has caused. It is forbidden to misuse the Director of the Magic Office to write an apology to me in person.” Albert stated his terms and opened his hand to Dumbledore helplessly: ”I I don’t think my request is excessive at all.”

”That's it?” Dumbledore frowned. He had noticed that Albert had directly called Hertok by his last name, and obviously had no favor with him.

”It has always been. I only need Dagworth to solve the trouble he has caused for me, and I will return the gold card to him, without Gallon or any thanks.” Albert asked rhetorically, ” It's fair, isn't it, Principal Dumbledore.”