Chapter 618 Charlotte's One Day

The meeting with Professor McGonagall was actually just out of courtesy, just like when Maca met Madam Maxim when he was a guest at Beauxbatons in the past, Hogwarts would lose face if he didn't show up when he got there.

Therefore, even if the brothers and sisters of the Hohenheim family came to play in the name of Maca friends this time, this trip to the principal's office is inevitable.

Of course, in the final analysis, this is just a meeting to ask, as long as the attitude is up, the task will be considered completed. So it didn't take long, Sarah and the fat young master Noah, who had a few words of courtesy with Professor McGonagall, left the principal's office under the leadership of Maca, and started to visit Hogwarts Castle casually.

But not long after they left the principal's office, an interesting thing happened.

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As Maca had expected, Charlotte went to the Pig's Head Bar early today and became her unscrupulous waiter, creating wealth for Aberforth and herself.

To be honest, in a place like the Pig's Head Bar, there are actually not many guests on Easter.

Especially during the day, in this festival full of vigor and vitality, everyone is gathering with their relatives and friends, and the day is almost over with gossip.

Therefore, the customers who go to the bar in broad daylight are usually sporadic people who live a rather lonely life.

In addition, this is the Pig's Head Bar after all, and the regular customers in the past were those mysterious wizards who covered their heads. Since the traffic here has increased greatly due to Charlotte's arrival, those old customers have suddenly decreased a lot. Only when there are fewer people, they will occasionally come to sit down, order a glass of wine as in the past and sip in silence.

Today is a sunny day, even the village of Hogsmeade, which has been covered with ice and snow all year round, seems to be slightly warmer. Charlotte walked to the door of the Hog's Head Bar on the crunching snow all over the morning sun, and chatted with Aberforth who was waving his wand to clear the entrance.

In Charlotte's eyes,

Aberforth is a very strange old man, and some of his ideas are actually very contradictory.

For example, he would get up early in the morning to clean the snow in front of the door, but the decades-long dirty doors, windows and floors have always been ignored; another example, his attitude towards every guest is almost loving. Ignore the answer, but I can remember the images, voices, and names of those drinkers in my mind, and I can even tell which guest visited the bar for the first time on which day without thinking.

After explaining her reason for coming to Aberforth, Charlotte stepped straight into the dimly lit bar storefront, and gave Aberforth a thorough scrubbing of the only bar that Aberforth designated to be cleaned.

As mentioned before, there are indeed very few guests in the morning. Only a few young wizards who happened to pass by the entrance of the bar, after finding out that Charlotte was on duty, called some friends over on the spur of the moment, which made the bar look a little more lively.

Well, maybe after noon, there will be more guests who come here to entertain their lives! It's a pity that Charlotte has to go back to Hogwarts this afternoon to help Professor McGonagall sort out some information and letters. It is impossible to stay in the Pig's Head Bar and continue to entertain guests.

So this morning, she spent most of the time leaning behind the bar counter, propping her chin up and spending most of the time bored.

If there is not enough turnover, she will naturally lose a lot of Galleons. To be honest, this Easter this year, Charlotte is actually not very happy.

At noon, after she ate something casually there to fill herself up, she apparated back to the gate of Hogwarts with the half-day reward Aberforth gave her. Obviously, compared with the leisurely stroll in the morning, she basically has no intention of strolling at this moment.

Oh! Professor McGonagall, who sent this Easter egg?

As soon as she entered the principal's office, Charlotte immediately saw the easter egg in the basket. Needless to say, it must have been given by someone else, because Professor McGonagall has not been in the mood for such things recently.

Due to Maca's activity in France, Hogwarts got a golden opportunity. As the current headmaster of Hogwarts, McGonagall certainly worked hard.

It's McLean, Professor McGonagall raised his head, glanced at the chocolate egg first, and then replied with a smile, That kid always takes these little things to heart...

Is it Maca?

When Charlotte, who was walking towards the desk next to her, couldn't help but look back, an indescribable expression flashed across her face. Although she just looked at it again, Mag, who is also a woman but experienced, could not notice the incongruity in her expression.

She smiled behind Charlotte's back, and the corners of her eyes covered with fine wrinkles flickered thoughtfully.

Charlotte, I remember you like chocolate, don't you? Take this easter egg and eat it! Mag said in a casual tone while lowering his head and continuing to flip through a document, You know, I can't handle chocolate, and it's a waste of McLean's heart to stay with me.

Oh, no... how is this possible. Charlotte, who had just taken out a few reports from the file basket next to the desk, heard that, even if she paused, she put them on the desk after a while, That was given to you by Ma... McLean, how could I...

She said so, but it can be seen from her back that she didn't turn around, that there was hesitation in her heart.

It's yours now, Professor McGonagall waved his hand indifferently, without even raising his head, Let's leave it at that! Well, let's sort out the professors' class records from the previous week first. Show it to me later...

Uh...Okay, I'll start the screening right now.

Charlotte knew that with Professor McGonagall's style of acting, this was considered settled. So after she opened her mouth, she finally gave up the evasion and put her mind back on her work.

Speaking of which, Charlotte's years as a student were not easy.

At that time, although she got the opportunity to study at Hogwarts, she was always bound by the surname Wette. She is like a bird whose wings have been taken off, she can only silently look up at the sky in this seemingly free land.

What can be foreseen is always those doomed to a dark future.

Therefore, even if her talent is not inferior to other outstanding students, she has never been outstanding in terms of academic performance. Only Quidditch can make her temporarily forget the troubles in her heart, and let her fly in the air to her heart's content.

But now, Maca's help has finally freed her from the heavy shackles of the past, allowing her to enjoy this hard-won freedom. Although being an assistant at Hogwarts doesn't have much salary, so that her life has gradually become poorer, she is still satisfied every day she spends now.

She is really happy that she can live an ordinary but fulfilling life with her own efforts without using the money her father gave her.

In order to give herself a better future, she now picks up books again after work every day, takes tests and devotes herself to self-study.

She believes that as long as she is willing, nothing is impossible.

Today, after finishing the work assigned to her by Professor McGonagall, Charlotte, who had dinner, opened the textbooks and materials again, and studied quietly until late. When she felt that she was starting to feel drowsy, she silently closed the book and sorted out the materials, and stretched a lot.

Professor McGonagall had already gone back to the inner room, but Charlotte knew that the new headmaster of Hogwarts still hadn't had time to rest yet. The light that came out from the gap under the door spread silently on the ground until it reached her feet.

Charlotte said goodnight to the closed door respectfully, and then walked towards the door of the principal's office with a few books between her hands.

But when she passed by the principal's desk, she stopped in her steps.

The lights in the principal's room had been extinguished by her. At this moment, only the moonlight outside the window slanted on the corner of the desk, which happened to illuminate the colorful Easter egg.

The chocolate egg was bathed in the cool silver moonlight, and the color tone became much simpler, but it was more unique than the daytime beauty.

After hesitating for a while, Charlotte sighed slightly, stretched out her hand and picked up the small basket containing only one easter egg, and then slowly left the principal's office and went to her own room.

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At Hogwarts, Maca lived in the inner room of the office. Most of the professor's offices in the school are designed in this way. The outside is the office space, and the inside is the living room. Although not all professors are like this, at least Maca is also one of the mainstream.

Today, he did not go to bed as usual, but was still writing and drawing behind his desk, busy with some of his own research topics. Maybe I'll get some sleep in a while, but most likely I'll just make do with it here.

To some extent, the body of a wizard is fragile, and it can even be said to be a little weak compared with those magical creatures with rough skin and thick flesh; but wizards who rarely get sick, in a certain sense, are weak It's pretty solid, and it's usually not a problem to stay up all night for research or something.

But tonight, when he was buried in some relatively complicated and boring theoretical research, he was surprised to sense that there seemed to be a source of active magic power that was not Filch moving towards him little by little.

It's so late, who else would come to me in the dark? He murmured to himself with a puzzled face, Could it be the fat young master from the Hohenheim family? Besides him, who else would come here? So free?

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