Chapter 618: 1 day in Charlotte

The meeting with Professor McGonagall was actually just a matter of courtesy, just like when Marka met Mrs. Maxim at the time of his visit to Booth Barton. When it came to the place, Hogwarts' face was lost.
Therefore, even if the brothers and sisters of Hohenheim's family came to play as friends of Maca this time, the trip to the principal's office was inevitable.
Of course, in the final analysis, this is just a matter of meeting and asking. As long as the attitude is reached, the task is completed. So it didn't take long for Sarah and Fat Master Noah, who had a few words with Professor McGonagall, to leave the principal's room under the guidance of Maca, and visited them at Hogwarts Castle at will.
But shortly after they left the principal's office, an interesting thing happened.
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As Maca had expected, Charlotte went to Pig's Bar early in the morning to become her unscrupulous waiter, creating wealth for Aberforth and herself.
To be honest, there are not many customers on a Easter day in a place like a pig's head bar.
Especially during the day, in this festival full of vitality and vitality, everyone is gathering with their relatives and friends, and the day is almost gone.
Therefore, the guests who ran to the bar during the day are usually those lonely and sporadic people.
In addition, this is a pig's head bar after all, and the regular customers in the past are those mysterious wizards covering their heads. Ever since Charlotte's arrival has seen a huge increase in passenger traffic, those old customers have suddenly dropped a lot. Only when there are relatively few people do they occasionally come over and sit down, order a glass of wine and sip in silence as they did in the past.
Today is a sunny day. Even Hogsmeade Village, which is covered by snow and ice all year round, seems to be slightly warmer. Charlotte crunched the snow covering the rising sun and crunched to the door of the pig's head bar, chatting with Aberforth who was waving his wand to clear the entrance.
In Charlotte's eyes, Aberforth is a strange old man, and some of his ideas are actually contradictory.
For example, he gets up early every morning to clean up the snow in front of the door, but the dirty windows, doors, and floors that have been around for decades are ignored all the time; for example, his attitude towards every guest is almost love If you don't answer it, you can remember the images, voices, and names of the alcoholics in your head, and even the guests who visited the bar for the first time on that day can say it without thinking.
After explaining his intentions to Aberforth, Charlotte stepped directly into the dim bar storefront and gave Aberforth the only bar counter that was designated to be cleaned.
As mentioned before, there are really few guests in the morning. It was just a few young wizards who just passed by the bar's door. After Charlotte was on duty, they called up some friends temporarily, only to make the bar look a little lively.
Well, maybe after noon, there will be more guests who come here to have fun! Unfortunately, Charlotte had to return to Hogwarts this afternoon to help Professor McGonagall sort out some information letters. It is impossible to stay in the pig's head bar and continue to entertain guests.
So this morning, she spent most of her time leaning behind the bar and holding her chin bored.
Without enough turnover, she naturally lost a lot of Jin Jialong. To be honest, this Easter Charlotte was not very happy this year.
At noon, after she ate something there and filled her up alone, she returned to Hogwarts door with a half-day reward from Aberforth. Obviously, compared with strolling past in the morning, she can basically say that she has no wandering mind.
"Oh, Professor McGonagall, who gave the Easter egg?"
As soon as he entered the principal's room, Charlotte immediately saw the egg in the basket. Needless to say, it must have been sent by someone, because Professor McGonagall hasn't had the heart to get this stuff lately.
Thanks to Maca's activity in France, Hogwarts had a golden opportunity. Of course, McGonagall, the current principal of Hogwarts, was busy and busy.
"It's McLean," Professor McGonagall looked up, first glanced at the chocolate egg, and then replied with a smile. "The child always keeps these little things in mind ..."
"Is it Maca?"
Charlotte, who was walking to the desk next to her, suddenly couldn't help looking back, and there was a faint flash of meaning in her face. Although she just looked at it again, the same experienced McGonagall, who is also a female, could not notice the inconsistency in her expression.
I saw her smile a little behind Charlotte, crawling slightly wrinkled around the corners of her eyes.
"Charlotte, do you remember that you like chocolate? You eat this egg!" McGonagall said in a relaxed and casual tone while looking down at a document, " You know, I can't cope with chocolate, but staying with me is a waste of McLean's mind. "
"Oh, no ... how can this be." Charlotte, who had just taken a few reports from the file basket near the desk, heard it, and even after a pause, put it on the desktop after a moment, " That's Ma ... McLean gave it to you, how can I ... "
She said so, but she could tell from the back without turning her back that her heart contained hesitation.
"It's yours now," Professor McGonagall waved his hand indifferently, without even raising his head. "That's it! Well, let's sift through the class records of the professors last week and sort them out. Show me later ... "
"Uh ... OK, I'll start screening."
Charlotte knew that, in the style of Professor McGonagall, this was settled. So after she opened her mouth, she finally gave up her shirk and put her mind back to work.
Speaking of which, in the years when Charlotte was a student, she had a hard time.
Although she was given the opportunity to attend Hogwarts at that time, she was always in the shackles of the surname "Witt". Like a bird with its wings removed, she could only silently look up at the sky on this seemingly free land.
Foreseeable are always those doomed to a gloomy future.
Therefore, even if her talent is not lost to other outstanding students, her academic performance has not been outstanding. Only Quidditch can let her temporarily forget the troubles in her heart and let them fly in the air.
But now, Maca's help finally frees her from the heavy shackles of the past, and allows her to enjoy this hard-won freedom. Although she didn't get much salary as an assistant in Hogwarts, so that her life became much poorer, but she still enjoyed every day she spent.
She was really happy that she could live without any money, but by her own efforts.
In order to give herself a better future, she will now pick up books again after daily work, test and concentrate on self-study.
She believes that as long as she is willing, nothing is impossible.
Today, after busy with the work that Professor McGonagall arranged for her, Charlotte, who had eaten dinner, opened the textbooks and materials again and studied quietly late. When she felt that she was getting sleepy, she silently closed the books and arranged the materials, and stretched a lot.
Professor McGonagall had already returned to the interior, but Charlotte knew that the new principal of Hogwarts was still not at rest. The light from the gap under the door spread out quietly on the ground and reached her feet.
Charlotte said good night to the closed door, respectfully, before walking towards the door of the principal's room with a few books.
But as she passed the principal's desk, her pace stalled.
The lights in the principal's room had been turned off by her. At this moment, only the moonlight outside the window fell obliquely at the corner of the desk's desk, but it just happened to illuminate the colorful Easter egg.
The chocolate egg was bathed in a silver moonlight with a hint of coolness, and the hue became simpler, but it was more unique than the day.
After a little hesitation, Charlotte sighed slightly, stretched out his little basket with only one egg, and then slowly left the principal's room and went to his room.
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While at Hogwarts, Maca lived in the office. Most of the professor's offices in the school have such a design. The outside is an office space and the inside is a living room. Although not all professors are like this, at least Maca is also one of the mainstream.
Today ~ EbookFREE.me ~ As usual, instead of going to bed, he is still writing and drawing at the back of his desk, busy with some of his own research topics. Maybe I will sleep for a while, but most of them will choose to make up here directly.
To some extent, the shaman's body is fragile, and even compared to those thick-skinned magical creatures, it can even be said to be somewhat weak; but wizards who rarely get sick, in some sense, It's quite skinny, and staying up all night for research is usually not a problem.
But tonight, when he was buried in some more complicated and boring theoretical research, he was surprised to sense that it seemed that a source of active magic that was not Filch was moving towards him a little bit.
"It's so late. Who else would come to me by touching the black?" He murmured wonderingly. "Is that the fat master of Hohenheim's? Who else would he be? So busy? "

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