Entry List, and Albania

On the Seventh Floor, in the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore sat there leisurely, sipping his black tea with three parts sugar, watching with interest as Snape and Professor McGonagall argued.

What a coincidence!

Professor McGonagall had only come to see Dumbledore, but as soon as she entered, she heard Snape yelling about expelling a student.

"It's that Kyle Chopper again. He's tricked the other students out of at least five hundred Galleon these past few days."

"I said at the time that he instigated his classmates, acted recklessly, and disregarded school rules, so he should be expelled."

Professor McGonagall listened for a while and roughly understood what was going on. She frowned and said, "Severus, we don't expel students for something as trivial as selling a few items."

"A trivial matter?" Snape raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze from Dumbledore to Professor McGonagall.

"Excuse my bluntness, Minerva, but he's now trying to organize students to cheat on exams."

Cheating? Are you kidding me?

Professor McGonagall said incredulously, "I've seen those things. They're not even magical items; they're just ordinary decorations."

"So, Mr. Chopper is selling counterfeit goods?" Snape drawled. "After all, ordinary decorations aren't worth ten Galleon."

Selling counterfeit goods at Hogwarts and cheating other young wizards is an act that should also result in expulsion!

"Calm down, Severus."

At this moment, Dumbledore finished his tea and placed a large piece of parchment on the table.

"This is their product brochure, you probably haven't seen it yet." He pointed to the bottom line with large, bold text and said, "They've actually explained it very clearly, so this isn't exactly deception."

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

This product is purely symbolic... please purchase at your own discretion.

"Furthermore..." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before saying, "From what I understand, most students buy decorations for five Sickle, only a small portion... well, the nicer ones, will sell for ten Galleon."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Snape's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a plate of uncooked intestines.

So only the Slytherin people bought those ten Galleon?

"And what about this sentence?" Snape said, looking at the flyer with a grim expression, "They also mentioned you, which is also 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 exams, but Professor Marchbanks confiscated it later."

"Merlin's beard, I always thought nobody remembered that."

Snape's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He grabbed the flyer and left the Headmaster's Office.

"Bang!"

The loud slamming of the door woke Fawkes from his sleep. He flew onto Dumbledore's shoulder and angrily pecked at his beard.

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

Fawkes ignored him and continued tugging at his beard.

Having no other option, Dumbledore could only take some Mandrake leaves from the drawer to calm his phoenix.

He then looked up at Professor McGonagall, who was staring at him in disbelief, and said, "Don't be so surprised, Minerva. I was only seventeen at the time, so it's normal for me to do some things that are hard to understand."

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

Professor McGonagall's lips twitched; she wanted to laugh... but she held it in.

"Alright..." Dumbledore changed the subject, "What brings you here?"

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

"Ahem, here's the entry list you requested from June to August of last year." She placed a small stack of parchment on the table and said, "The owl couldn't find you yesterday, so the Ministry of Magic sent it to me."

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

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

Professor McGonagall glanced at it curiously, but due to the limitations of her vision, she could only make out the first few words.

"Departure from Albania..."

As Dumbledore began to carefully compare the two lists, Professor McGonagall, seeing this, quietly left.

As the door closed once again, the Headmaster's Office returned to silence.

On the wall, the portraits that had been pretending to be asleep opened their eyes and gathered together with great interest to discuss the topic they had just been discussing.

"It's that little wizard named Kyle again," a witch said. "How many times has that name appeared in the Headmaster's Office?"

"At least three times," said a thin old man. "That Potions Professor has been coming every time lately because of him; he's another problem student."

"I don't think so." The witch who had spoken earlier shook her head and said, "I saw the child in the corridor. He was intelligent, humble, and polite. He even greeted the portrait."

"Maybe he's just faking it," a sarcastic voice said. "Just like that student back then... hypocritical."

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

"That makes sense," Phineas Black picked his nose. "He's from that stupid academy, so he probably doesn't have that kind of cunning..."

How dare you...?

The bearded wizard stormed into Phineas's painting, grabbed him by the collar, and yelled, "Say it again! What happened to Hufflepuff?!"

Below the original frame of the bearded wizard's portrait, it was clearly written that he had graduated from Hufflepuff.

"What... what do you want to do..." Phineas struggled fiercely as his collar was grabbed. "Let go of me! You want to hit me?"

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

The bearded wizard punched him to the ground, then stomped on his face repeatedly.

"Stupid school? Ha! I'll show you what Hufflepuff is all about today!"

Seeing this, the other portraits rushed over, then skillfully pulled out snacks, drinks, and small stools, and began to gather in the front row to watch.

Watching Phoenix get beaten up is their favorite form of entertainment.

The Headmaster's Office can't be without Phoenix, just as the Merpeople in the Black Lake can't be without their Broomstick.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had been looking at the parchment, also looked up.

He pushed up his glasses, ignoring the portraits, and got up to walk to the window, staring blankly out the window.