Chapter 1681 (1/2)

”Lions love honey and lemonade.”

It turned and jumped to one side. The wall behind it exploded, revealing a staircase that spiraled upward and went straight to the eighth floor.

All the torches in the stairwell were lighted at the same time, and the fire light swayed as if waving to let her go up quickly.

At the end of the spiral staircase is a glittering oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion eagle's head, which is still shining even after thousands of years.

Hermione tidied up her robe, knocked on the door and pushed the door into it. There was a spacious and beautiful round room. According to Muggle, it was a middle floor structure, which was divided into two floors. On the second floor, there were globes and astronomical telescopes on the terrace. Dumbledore's bedroom was also there.

The first floor is the main body of the reception room and office. There is a super large headmaster's desk with claw shaped feet. It is cluttered with candy, books and scrolls.

On a shelf behind the table is a dirty branch hat, which hasn't been cleaned this year. Next to it is a glass box with the sword of Gryffindor. In a black cabinet opposite the box is a meditation basin. Fox, the Phoenix, perches on a tall, dead, gilded branch.

There are many funny voices coming from many corners of the room. Portraits of old headmasters and headmasters are hung on the wall. A circle of sofa surrounds the fireplace in one corner of the room. There are many strange silverware on the tea table with long legs, which spins and sprays out small puffs of smoke.

Hermione suspects that it is the magic version of the air humidifier, because there is still a little money at home. Her father also bought a humidifier this summer, saying that the air in Manchester is too dry, and it is still put in Hermione's bedroom, blowing all day long.

It's hot in summer, and the humidity makes her whole body sticky. If there's anything that Hermione is most dissatisfied with during the summer vacation, it's probably that machine.

However, she also knew that it was her father who was good for her, so she didn't say anything directly. After all, she spent most of her time playing outside or staying with friends.

She is going to find a way to earn some money, change a few air conditioners for her family, so that the humidifier will retire in good faith?

It won't hurt my dad, I just think my daughter has grown up.

One thousand pounds is almost enough, which is equivalent to 200 gold garonnes. Do you want to take Luna to the secret room? Let her sell the news and share the money?

Hermione thinks that there may be something wrong with her brain. In busbarton, she needs to deal with people frequently and make the best of both sides. As a result, her brain is spinning so fast that she sometimes gives some answers automatically.

She felt strange.

”Here comes Hermione. Come and sit down here.” Dumbledore stood up and waved. His eyes behind his crescent glasses looked very happy. Maybe it was the funny joke frivy told him just now. His beard was covered with tea.

He motioned the little girl to take a seat in the sofa area. The professors were sitting around the sofa drinking tea. Not only was there black tea from the magic teapot, but Hermione also saw a lot of colorful plastic bottles. It should be her own professor who brought Muggle drinks to everyone.

”Headmaster.”

Hermione smiles and tries not to show her front teeth. After graciously saying hello to several professors, Hermione sits down. Of course, she still sits beside the professor of physical education, which makes her feel more secure.

Dumbledore tilted his head, took out his handkerchief and wiped his beard: ”I wonder what Mrs. Maxim has taught you? You look like you've grown a lot. ”

Miss Granger looked at the teapot floating in front of her to pour her tea. In fact, she wanted to drink Wilson herbal tea from the red plastic bottle next to her.

She had drunk it several times before, all of which were awarded temporarily by the professor in class. She also said that it was the good things he brought from other worlds, which could sell 300 million bottles or something every year.

But she thought, maybe he bought his own machine to fill, in a dark basement, like an illegal small workshop.

However, her thoughts flashed by, and she quickly put her eyes on the face of the headmaster who asked the question, and politely replied:

”there is a saying that both Muggles and witches are social creatures. They will gain experience in the process of continuous contact with other different individuals, and experience will make people grow up.”