On the eighth floor, in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat there leisurely, drinking black tea with three portions of sugar, while watching Snape and Professor McGonagall arguing with interest.

What a coincidence.

Originally, Professor McGonagall came only to see Dumbledore about something, but as soon as she entered the room, she heard Snape clamoring to expel a student.

"It's that Kyle Chopper again. He has cheated other students out of at least 500 Galleons in the past few days."

"I said at the time that he was instigating his classmates, was reckless, and had no regard for school rules, so he should be expelled."

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Professor McGonagall listened for a while and probably understood what was going on. She frowned and said, "Severus, we won't expel students for such a small matter as selling a few things."

"A small matter?" Snape raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze from Dumbledore to Professor McGonagall.

"With all due respect Minerva, he is now trying to organize students to cheat in the exams."

"Cheating? Are you kidding?"

Professor McGonagall said in disbelief: "I have seen those things. They are not even magical items. They are just ordinary decorations."

"So, Mr. Chopper is selling fakes?" Snape said in a long tone, "After all, ordinary decorations are not worth ten Galleons.

Selling fake goods in Hogwarts to cheat other young wizards should also be expelled!"

"Just be patient Severus."

At this time, Dumbledore also finished his tea, took out a large piece of parchment and placed it on the table.

"This is their product brochure. You probably haven't read it yet." He pointed to the bold words at the bottom and said, "They have actually made it very clear, so this is not a deception."

Snape looked up and saw a line of bright, large characters that made his eyes hurt.

[This product is only symbolic...Please purchase at your discretion]

"In addition..." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "As far as I know, most students buy decorations for five Sickles. Only a small number of... well, nicer ones are sold for ten Galleons."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Snape's expression suddenly became very ugly, as if he had eaten a plate of unwashed intestines.

So it was the Slytherins who bought the ten-Gallon ones.

"What about this sentence?" Snape said, looking at the leaflet with a gloomy face, "They also mentioned you. This can be considered a lie."

"In fact...what they said is true."

Dumbledore's old face suddenly turned red, and he said, "I did wear something similar during my graduation exam, but it was later confiscated by Professor Marchbank."

"Merlin's beard. I always thought no one remembered this."

Snape's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He grabbed the flyer and left the headmaster's office.

"Bang!"

The loud slam of the door woke up Fawkes who was sleeping. He flew to Dumbledore's shoulder and pecked his beard angrily.

"Sorry Fawkes, Severus didn't mean it."

Fox didn't listen and continued pulling at his beard.

There was no other choice but for Dumbledore to take out some Mandrake leaves from the drawer to appease his Phoenix.

Then he raised his head, looked at Professor McGonagall who looked incredulous, and said, "Don't be so surprised, Minerva. I was only seventeen years old at that time, and it was normal for me to do something incomprehensible.

And that exam was about History of Magic, Professor Binns's class... you should understand that."

"Well..." Dumbledore changed the subject: "What do you want to see me about?"

When it came to business, Professor McGonagall's expression became more serious.

"Ahem, this is the immigration list you requested for last June to August." She put a small stack of parchment on the table and said, "The Ministry of Magic sent it to me when the owl didn't find you yesterday."

"Thank you, Minerva, I need that right now."

Dumbledore took it and looked through it for a while, then took out another similar stack of parchment from the bookshelf behind him.

Professor McGonagall glanced at it curiously, but because of her line of sight, she could only see the first few words.

"Exit Albania..."

Next, when Dumbledore began to carefully compare the two lists, Professor McGonagall saw this and left silently.

As the door was closed again, silence returned to the principal's office.

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On the wall, the portraits that were pretending to be asleep opened their eyes one after another and gathered together to discuss the previous topic with great interest.

"It's that little wizard named Kyle again." A witch said, "How many times has this name appeared in the principal's office?"

"It's been at least three times." A thin old man said, "The reason why the Potions Professor comes every time recently is because of him. He is another problem student."

"I don't think so." The witch who spoke earlier shook her head and said, "I have seen the child in the corridor. He is smart, humble, and polite. He even greets the portrait."

"Maybe he's just pretending." A sarcastic voice said, "Just like that student back then... hypocritical."

"Shut up, Phineas," said a bearded wizard dissatisfiedly, "That's different, he's a Hufflepuff!"

"That's true." Phineas Black picked his nose and said, "He's from that idiot school, so he probably doesn't have this kind of scheming..."

"How dare you..."

The bearded wizard angrily rushed into Phineas's frame, grabbed him by the collar and said, "Say it again, what's wrong with Hufflepuff?!"

Under the original frame of the bearded wizard's painting, it was clearly written that he graduated from Hufflepuff.

"You, what do you want to do..." Phineas, who was grabbed by the collar, struggled hard: "Let me go quickly, do you still want to hit me?"

"I've been thinking about this for a long time!"

The bearded wizard knocked him to the ground with one punch, and then stomped on his face.

"Stupid House? Ha! Today I'll let you see how powerful Hufflepuff is!"

Seeing this, the other portraits ran over, then skillfully took out snacks, drinks and small stools and started watching from the front row.

Watching Phoenix get beaten is their favorite entertainment.

The principal's office can't be without the Phoenix, just like the mermaid in the black lagoon can't be without her broomstick.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been looking at the parchment, also raised his head.

He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, ignored the portraits, and stood up, walked to the window, staring out in a daze.

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(End of this chapter)