Chapter 1680: ?Time converter

"Lions love to drink honey lemonade."
He spoke the word to the gargoyle statue on the third floor. It turned around and jumped to the side. The wall behind it rumbled and cracked, revealing the staircase that spiraled upwards to the eighth floor.
The torches in the stairwell were all lit at the same time, and the flames swayed as if beckoning her to go up quickly.
At the end of the spiral staircase is a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's eagle head, which still shines even after thousands of years have passed.
Hermione tidyed up her robes, knocked on the door and opened the door to enter. Inside was a spacious and beautiful round room. According to Muggles, it was a middle-floor structure, divided into upper and lower floors, with a terrace on the second floor. The globe and astronomical telescope, Dumbledore's bedroom is also there.
The first floor is the main body of the reception room and office. There is an oversized principal’s desk with claw-shaped legs on which candies, various books and scrolls are piled in a mess.
There is a dirty sorting hat on a shelf behind the table. It has not been cleaned this year. A glass box next to it contains the Gryffindor sword. In a black cabinet opposite the box is a pendulum, Phoenix Fox It perches on a tall gilded dead branch.
Funny little noises continue to come from many corners of the room. The walls are covered with portraits of old men and women and old principals. A circle of sofas surrounds the fireplace in the corner of the room. There are many strange silvers on the slender-legged coffee table. The device rotates and emits a small puff of smoke.
Hermione suspected that it was a magical version of the air humidifier. Because the family still had some money, her father also bought a humidifier this summer. He said that the air in Manchester was too dry and put it in Hermione’s bedroom. Blowing non-stop late.
It was already hot in summer, and the humidity made her whole body sticky. If what Hermione was most dissatisfied with during the summer vacation, it was probably the machine.
But she also knew that it was her father who was good for her, so she didn't say anything directly. After all, she spends most of the time playing outside, or borrowing to stay at a friend's house.
She intends to find a way to make some money and change a few air conditioners in the house, so that the humidifier will just retire?
It won't make my father sad, I will only feel that my daughter has grown up.
One thousand pounds is almost enough, which is equivalent to 200 gold gallons. How about taking Luna to the secret room? Let her sell the news and share the money for herself?
Hermione felt that there might be something wrong with her brain. In Busbarton, she needed to deal with people frequently, and she had to do both sides, which caused her brain to rotate very high now, and sometimes even automatically gave some answers.
She felt weird.
"Hermione is here, come and sit here." Dumbledore stood up and beckoned, his gaze from behind his crescent glasses looked very happy, maybe it was the funny joke Flitwick told him just now, on his beard. They were all covered with tea.
He motioned for the little girl to go to the sofa area to take a seat. The professors were sitting on the sofa drinking tea. Not only were there black tea brewed from the magic teapot, Hermione also saw a lot of colorful plastic bottles. Bring in Muggle drinks for everyone to taste.
"principal."
Hermione smiled, trying not to show her front teeth, and sat down after greeting some professors gracefully. Of course, she still sat next to the sports professor, which was more secure.
Dumbledore tilted his head and took out his handkerchief to wipe his beard: "I'm really curious what Mrs. Maxim taught you? You seem to have grown a lot."
Miss Granger looked at the teapot floating in front of her while pouring tea for herself, but she actually wanted to drink the'Wilson's herbal tea' in the red plastic bottle next to her.
She had drunk several times before, and the professor gave her a temporary reward during class, and said that he brought good things from other worlds, and sold 300 million bottles every year.
It's just that she thinks that maybe he bought the machine for filling himself, in a dark basement, like an illegal small workshop.
But her thoughts flashed, she quickly turned her eyes on the face of the principal who asked the question, and answered politely:
"There is a saying that both Muggles and wizards are equally social creatures. They will gain experience in the process of constant contact with other different individuals, and experience will make people grow."
"I understand." Dumbledore nodded suddenly, leaning against the sofa cushion behind him: "She taught you philosophy..."
Snape was still expressionless, as if he hadn't even noticed Hermione coming in, staring at the fireplace all the time, as if expecting someone to get out of the floo net.
While Flitwick sat on the sofa, the distance between the sofa and the coffee table turned into a moat. He stretched out his hand several times, but he couldn't reach the drink on the tabletop. Finally, he took out his wand and used floating technique.
After taking a sip of herbal tea, he squinted his eyes for a while, then shook his head:
"Anyway, I still think it's too early for Hermione to use the Time Converter. This is not something she should be exposed to at her age, and it is too dangerous. As her dean, I must be responsible for her."
Dumbledore held the Muggle bottle noncommittal, and his gaze turned to Professor McGonagall again.
Next to the female professor, there is another dean who does not often appear, that is, Professor Sprout from Hufflepuff. The two former classmates are holding a drink bottle to compare, whispering something, like ordinary Housewives compare shopping cost-effectively.
The principal looked at her for a long time, and Professor McGonagall didn't notice. She was whispering to Sprout with a smile, covering her mouth and shaking for a while.
Professor Sprout was dressed in a robe full of mud and blades of grass. This sturdy old witch looked very amiable at all times, and no one would have thought that she would be close friends with McGonagall, who is so serious in front of students.
"Ah, Minerva? If you like Muggle drinks, I think Professor Wilson will be happy to help you purchase them, but we are still discussing Miss Granger's issue." Dumbledore interrupted them with a smile. Discuss, suggest that there are students here.
McGonagall was awakened and returned. She cleared her throat and looked at Hermione. Although the little girl didn't know what was being discussed, she still behaved very well and was not irritable at all.
"I think I can give it a try. I believe Miss Granger has enough wisdom and will to deal with the various sequelae of the time and space disorder. If I dare not even try, then no time will be the right time."
"Hmm." The old principal sniffed, he controlled the sugar bowl to fly over and grabbed a piece of squeaky honey candy: "Pomona, what do you think?"
The fat witch rubbed her hands. She didn't seem to be used to this kind of too formal occasion. The gray curly hair shook a few times on the edge of the hat, and she spoke more directly:
"I think so. She is a good boy. The children in our college are willing to get along with her no matter whether it is in class or in private. I believe she has the ability to control herself."
Old Deng blinked his eyes: "Then, Severus..."
"I agree."
He also wanted to ask Dean Slytherin, who was watching the fire, but Snape, who turned his back to everyone, didn't even mean to turn his head. He threw out the answer without any explanation.
Dumbledore nodded, and returned his gaze to Hermione, and moved the sugar bowl in his hand in front of the little girl.
"Originally, when Professor Wilson applied to the Ministry of Magic to assign you a time converter, I was completely unaware of it. Now the work procedures there are all completed. I asked you to come here, thinking that if you retreat yourself, you can be Minister Fudge made it clear in person... But now it seems that I can't keep up with the times just after a semester is gone, ha ha... Then let’s go, I have no opinion, I hope you Think more before using its power ~EbookFREE.me~Don't abuse it."
After saying these words, Dumbledore seemed to have let go of some burdens, and watching Hermione's eyes softened a lot, as if he were looking at his own granddaughter.
Hermione blinked. The key question was, since she came in to the professors after the meeting, why has no one explained to her what the time converter is? And it seemed that everyone thought she already knew.
And before she asked the sports professor next to her, the flames in the fireplace burst suddenly, and a middle-aged man in a brown suit walked out of it. It was Minister of Magic Fudge, who was holding a beautiful brown wood in his hand. box.
The professor beside him stood up with a smile on his face, and took out from his arms a checkbook that other wizards did not know, but everyone knew about Muggles.
"Is this ok?"
Fudge was obviously also an acquaintance of the goods. He handed the box to Professor Wilson, patted the water vapor on the suit at night, looked at the people around him in secret, and then heaved a sigh of relief:
"It could not be better."