The Job of the Hogwarts Headmaster

"Aurora Sinistra wanted to replace the planetary model with a brand-new one, equipped with magical energy storage and automatic calibration functions, priced at around two thousand Galleons..."

"Filius Flitwick wanted to reopen the Duelling Club for students in third year and above..."

"Severus Snape required a full set of magical armour and combat puppets, as well as two hundred pounds of various potion ingredients..."

The next day, when Kyle strolled leisurely into the headmaster's office and saw the bundle of documents on the desk, a full ten inches high, he was completely dumbfounded.

He had always thought that as long as he made it through yesterday's start-of-term feast, this assignment would be an easy job.

But what was with all these documents that had been sent over?

He was only a fake—Dumbledore in name, thanks to Polyjuice Potion. No one had told him he was supposed to actually be the headmaster.

And these absurd requests.

He would bet that Snape's injury definitely was not on his mouth. Otherwise, he would not have had the nerve to demand two hundred pounds of potion ingredients in one go.

Those were potion ingredients, not two hundred pounds of potatoes.

Never mind expensive materials like Unicorn horn, aconite, Dragon eggshell, and Ashwinder eggs—even ordinary consumables like lionfish bone powder and valerian were not cheap.

How did he dare ask for two hundred pounds all at once?

Oh, and there was someone whose appetite was even bigger than his.

Horace Slughorn.

Not only had he asked for a hundred pounds of potion ingredients, he had also applied for fifty self-stirring cauldrons...

Wasn't that why they said old professors always thought of their students? A self-stirring cauldron cost thirty-five Galleons each. With one casual sentence, he had spent one thousand seven hundred and fifty Galleons.

Mr.