Settle at Hogwarts

The students did not enter the auditorium one after another until dinner the next day.

Sitting on the professor's chair, Tabor felt a slightly different sense of belonging than a year ago.

In the Advanced Wizard Level Examination last school year, there were only a pitiful number of people taking the exam in the subject of alchemy.However, with Lovegood’s excellent results and the support of some directors on the board of directors, there is no risk of the course being canceled for the time being.

This year's fifth grade has Miss Warren, whom I like, and her results are not too bad.

The dinner without a savior went by without a hitch, and the students were not too impressed by the new administrator.

The next day, Tabor had breakfast in his office.

Just when he thought he could take a short break after breakfast and go to the nearby classroom for class, an unexpected visitor knocked on the wooden door of the office.

"Mr. Pringle, what's wrong with coming to me so early? Would you like some breakfast?"

Apollyon Pringle rejected Tabor's invitation and shook the chain in his hand impatiently.

"You are the alchemy professor at Hogwarts. I went to check last night. The handcuffs and chains in the dungeon are all rusty, and the magic patterns on them have lost their effect."

Tabor frowned. Hogwarts was a castle that once fought against the Holy See. Many of the artifacts in the dungeon were alchemy items with magic patterns attached.

Today, wizards abide by the law of secrecy and gradually disappear into the world of ordinary people.The dungeons that once held prisoners, after they were idle, became "little dark rooms" where erring students were imprisoned.

"Mr. Pringle, I don't think there is any need to repair these things. Is it possible that you want to take them to capture some large magical animals in the Forbidden Forest?"

Feeling Tubo's rejection, the new administrator was obviously a little impatient.

"I think you should know their use, Professor Prince. You have only graduated for more than a year, haven't you? My predecessor doesn't seem to be a good-tempered guy!"

Tabor laughed sarcastically: "Sorry, I really don't know. As for repairing things in Hogwarts, that's not within my scope of authority."

"I'll tell Principal Dippet."

"what ever."

Tabor waved his hand nonchalantly at the open door, and the wooden door closed with a bang.

"Tsk, tsk, this new administrator is really ruthless and doesn't talk much."

After sighing, Tabor summoned the elf, and with its crying and resentful little eyes, ordered it to take away most of the leftover breakfast.

I thought the matter would end there, but unexpectedly, after lunch, Tabor received a note from Principal Dippet.

Come visit my office. ——ad(Armando Dippet)

Tabor could only give up his wonderful afternoon tea time, got up and walked towards the third floor of the castle.

"Mr. Principal, what do you want from me?"

When looking at Mr. Pringle sitting on the sofa with a provocative expression on his face, Tabor just silently operated the Occlumency and asked calmly.

"Sit down first. I'll take advantage of this lunch break to invite you to have afternoon tea. Speaking of which, I've never talked to you since you joined the company!"

Tabor smiled politely and then sat in the seat furthest away from Pringle.

"We're all here. I'm not too late, right? Armando."

"Of course, Dumbledore, you can sit down too."

Principal Dippet obviously liked Dumbledore very much, even his tone of voice was somewhat affectionate.

Tabor rubbed his forehead. The principal, vice-principal and an administrator who was obviously not very "friendly" gathered at the table to drink tea. He always felt a bad premonition.

"Tabor, Newt sent back some materials before and asked me to give them to you. Come to my place after class in the evening."

Dumbledore naturally picked up the teacup floating in front of him and took a sip.

"Okay, Professor."

Tabor wondered if Newt had encountered some rare magical animal on the road, and picked up a bunch of unknown materials.

"What? Is that boy Scamander still running around the world?"

Principal Dippet obviously also remembered the Hufflepuff who had been expelled for raising dangerous animals.

"Yeah, he really can't sit still." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Principal Dippet looked at Pringle's somewhat impatient look, and then compared it with the young professor's calm and calm expression, and suddenly he had some doubts about whether this administrator was suitable to stay in the school.

"Professor Prince, how are you preparing for the course this semester?"

Although Tabor was not prepared for anything, he still kept smiling.

"Of course there is no problem, but it seems that there are fewer third-year students taking this course this year than last year. To be honest, sometimes I even think that alchemy classes should not be given to students below fifth grade."

Principal Dippet and Dumbledore looked at each other, and both saw the recognition in the other's eyes.

"Speaking of which, you and Albus are both geniuses in this area. You know, I only started studying alchemy after I became the headmaster. It took me nearly ten years to make the first finished product. You taught me It is indeed not easy for a student who has passed the exam to be able to make magic items that work in the exam."

Principal Dippet sighed with envy.

Tabor just smiled politely. For people with little talent, they may not be able to learn one thing after a lifetime of study.

"Pringle, you don't have to be too restrained. Are you familiar with the administrator's work?"

"Fortunately, some of the school's facilities are too old, and some professors don't seem to want to support the work of my colleague."

Dippet looked at Tabor's indifferent look and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Pringle, your father asked me to take care of you before he passed away. But in Hogwarts, I still hope that you can rely more on yourself, you know?"

Tubo quietly looked at Dumbledore for a few seconds.

Taber: What’s the relationship with this administrator?

Dumbledore: Didn't you guess it all?

Tabor: So, do you want to listen to him?

Dumbledore: As you wish.

Tabor felt lonely looking at each other.

"Actually, if the things are old, you can approach the board of directors. Ask them to provide more sponsorship, and that's almost enough."

As soon as Tabor opened his mouth, he stopped talking.

"Speaking of the flying lessons I remember, the brooms used were Silver Arrows. Although they can fly, they have been used for almost 20 years. Those freshmen didn't take care of the brooms at all. Who knows how long they can last."

Principal Dippet suddenly fell silent. Although several pure-blood nobles were the directors of Hogwarts, they could not withdraw unlimited money.