Chapter 808 The Work of the Hogwarts Headmaster
"Aurora Sinistra wants to replace a new planet model with a magic storage and automatic calibration function. The price is about two thousand Galleons..."
"Filius Flitwick wants to reopen the dueling club for students in the third year and above..."
"Severus Snape needs a full set of magical armor and combat puppets, as well as various potion materials, totaling 200 kilograms..."
The next day, when Kyle leisurely came to the principal's office and saw the bundle of documents on the table that was ten inches high, he was completely dumbfounded.
He had always thought that as long as he could get through yesterday's opening ceremony, this task would be a very easy job.
But what happened to these documents that were sent over now.
He was just a fake who drank Polyjuice Potion and impersonated Dumbledore, and no one told him to really become the headmaster.
And these outrageous demands.
He dared to say that Snape's injury must not be on his mouth, otherwise he would not have asked for two hundred kilograms of potion materials at one time.
That's potion material, not two hundred kilograms of potatoes.
Not to mention precious materials like unicorn horns, aconite, fire dragon eggshells, and fire ash snake eggs, even ordinary consumables like lionfish bone powder and valerian are not cheap.
How dare he take 200 kilograms in one breath?
Oh, there's another one whose mouth is bigger than his,
Slughorn
Not only did he ask for 100 kilograms of potion materials, he also applied for 50 sets of automatic stirring crucibles...
Otherwise, why would the old professor think about his students? A set of automatic stirring crucibles costs thirty-five Galleons, and his casual words mean it costs one thousand seven hundred and fifty Galleons.
Mr. Weasley would have to save up this amount for more than two years without eating or drinking.
Kyle scrolled down again.
Boy, this is even more outrageous.
"Sprout is going to build three new greenhouses..."
"Filch proposes to add thirty-five new school rules..."
"The school hospital wants to purchase the latest potion preservation equipment..."
Kyle placed the parchment back on the pile of papers and looked up at Professor McGonagall.
“These aren’t for me.”
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"That won't work." Kyle seemed to realize something and said subconsciously, "It's okay for me to use Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Professor Dumbledore, but I'm pretending to be Dumbledore, not the real headmaster! Let's talk about this after he comes back."
"No, you are wrong." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "You can take out the letter and read it again. It is written very clearly."
letter?
Kyle was slightly stunned.
When he was on the train, he only took the hair and the Polyjuice Potion, and threw the rest aside. Now that Professor McGonagall said this, he really couldn't remember where he put the letter.
Kyle could only rummage around in his pockets.
Galleons, skeleton keys, jerky, owl nuts... He found a lot of small odds and ends, but no letter.
Finally, Fawkes flew over and threw a piece of parchment in his mouth onto the table...which happened to be the letter that Dumbledore had written to him.
Kyle quickly picked it up and took a look.
"It's at the bottom, fifth row from the bottom..." Professor McGonagall reminded.
Kyle looked down.
[Everything you need is in another bag. Please use the Polyjuice Potion to temporarily take my place as the principal.]
That's it.
Kyle had seen it on the train before, but he didn't think much about it. Or rather, when he saw the Polyjuice Potion, he ignored the second half of the sentence.
Kyle thought this was normal. No matter who it was, after seeing the Polyjuice Potion, they would think that it was someone pretending to be him.
Also, which normal person would entrust such an important position as principal to someone who just graduated last year?
Kyle couldn't figure it out anyway.
Just pretend and fool people, why do you take it so seriously?
"No, I guess he must have written it casually." Kyle threw the letter on the table and emphasized, "Professor McGonagall, I just graduated last year. It's too hasty to let me handle school affairs. I'm sure you don't agree, right?"
"Actually, I have no objection, otherwise I wouldn't have given these to you."
To Kyle's surprise, Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, nodded. "And Dumbledore wouldn't make a mistake."
Kyle was in a bad state.
How could she agree to that?
Could it be that the Professor McGonagall in front of me was also someone pretending to be Professor McGonagall after drinking Polyjuice Potion?
Otherwise there is no way to explain why she made such an abnormal decision.
"Not old enough," Kyle said.
"It's not important." Professor McGonagall said calmly.
"The school board will definitely not agree."
"With Dumbledore's letter, they will agree."
“But I have no experience.”
"It's okay, you can learn. No one is born to be a principal. I believe in your ability to learn, which has been verified when you were in school."
"There's no need to believe it at this time." Kyle complained in his heart.
"Then I'll write down my agreement." Kyle, who really couldn't find an excuse, was ready to act rogue and slammed his hand on the document.
Although he hadn't finished reading it, he roughly estimated that in order to meet all these requirements, it would take at least 50,000 to 60,000 Galleons.
He just didn't believe that Professor McGonagall would let him do whatever he wanted.
"That's a good thing, if you can convince the school board to pay for it." Professor McGonagall raised her eyelids slightly, "Oh, by the way, if that's the case, I will also send in an application later.
"I've always felt that the animals needed for Transfiguration were too small and not difficult enough. I wanted to buy some big ones, but I didn't succeed before because of the cost. But now... I guess it won't make a difference."
Looking at Professor McGonagall's indifferent look, Kyle scratched his hair in annoyance.
It would be strange if the school directors agreed to tens of thousands of Galleons. Even for Dumbledore's sake, he wouldn't let them pay so much money, let alone him.
"Okay, okay." Kyle sighed, "That's how Professor Dumbledore did it before."
"What do you mean?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"Just deal with these problems." Kyle muttered.
"So, you're going to do it his way?" Professor McGonagall glanced at Kyle.
"What else can I do?" Kyle leaned back on the chair and muttered quietly, "I could have slept at home, but you guys insisted on dragging me here and used a word trap to trick me. What can I do?"
At this point, Kyle sighed silently, "Since I have to pretend to be Dumbledore, I must handle the work according to his habits, so as not to be exposed."
"It's good that you think so." Professor McGonagall nodded.
"So how does Professor Dumbledore usually deal with these problems?" Kyle flipped through the parchment on the table again. "Is there so much every day? I always thought that the job of the headmaster of Hogwarts was a very leisurely one."
"Of course not. This is a backlog from before the holidays." Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "He had already left school by then. It has been at least three months now."
"Three months is so long?" Kyle sat up again.
Judging from the number of parchments on the table, on average there is only one parchment every two or three days. If this is the case, it is not unacceptable.
Kyle rummaged through the drawer on Dumbledore's desk and found a golden-red quill... Dumbledore was truly a wealthy man, even using a phoenix feather for his quill.
But now it has a new owner.
"What should I do now, agree or refuse?" Kyle found another bottle of ink, opened it and put it on the table.
"Are you sure you want to do it Dumbledore's way?" Professor McGonagall asked again, as if she was confirming something.
"Of course." Kyle said.
"Okay then." Professor McGonagall nodded.
Then, under Kyle's incredible gaze, she picked up the thick stack of parchment on the table and threw them all into the fireplace without leaving a single piece. Then she waved her wand and a flame immediately ignited in the fireplace.
The firelight illuminated half of Kyle's face.
"Is this how Dumbledore handles things?" He was a little unresponsive. "So simple and crude?"
"No, this is my way of dealing with it," said Professor McGonagall. "As the Chief Wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards, Dumbledore always reserves his time for more important things, so I have been completing some of the school's affairs on his behalf since a long time ago."
"But he is no longer the Chief Magician," Kyle said. "He was even expelled from the International Confederation of Wizards."
"That happened recently," said Professor McGonagall, "and after that, he was busy looking for clues related to the mysterious man, so he didn't have much free time either.
"I believe you should also know that since two or three years ago, he rarely stayed in school all the time."
"It seems to be true." Kyle said after thinking for a while.
Especially last year, Dumbledore appeared in school only a few times, and most of the time it was Professor McGonagall, the deputy headmaster, who was in charge.
"You're right about one thing." Seeing that the parchment in the fireplace was almost burned, Professor McGonagall waved her hand to put out the flames.
"If we only talk about being the headmaster of Hogwarts, it is indeed a very leisurely job."
When Kyle said this, he clearly felt a hint of helplessness in Professor McGonagall's tone.
Doing double work for one salary means that Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore have a good relationship.
"I thought I could finally have an easy time this year." Professor McGonagall looked at Kyle with some expectation in her eyes.
It can be predicted that this year's Quidditch will definitely be more exciting than previous years. If Kyle can help share the work that originally belonged to the principal, then she will be able to free up time and focus on the team and the game.
Maybe she can even help coach the team.
Professor McGonagall had several Quidditch tactics in her mind, all of which she had come up with while watching the games, but she had so much to do that she never had the time to study them in depth.
This year is a good opportunity, just treat it as a rare relaxation before the big war.
As for Kyle's ability, Professor McGonagall was not worried. From the way he handled the work of the Ministry of Magic, it could be seen that he was not completely ignorant of it and was doing a good job.
For example, the Dementor bounty plan he devised during last year's holiday was perfect.
It only took one month to deal with so many Dementors. This would have been impossible in the past.
And all the Ministry of Magic offered was the position of an Auror.
No, it can't even be called a sacrifice.
Lupin is a wizard with excellent abilities in all aspects and is more than qualified to be an Auror. From this perspective, the Ministry of Magic not only did not pay anything, but instead gained a talent.
And there was Sirius. Although he was the one who paid, the Black family was not short of money. What he cared about was that his friends could live in the sun.
A large part of it was certainly due to friendship, and a small part, Professor McGonagall guessed, was that Sirius wanted to make up for something.
