"Cough, cough!"
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat twice, interrupting Dumbledore, who was engrossed in the game.
Only then did Dumbledore notice her. He hurriedly and clumsily tidied up the messy desk.
"Haha, Minerva, good evening. Would you like to play a round of Auto Chess Roy just invented? That boy is truly clever to have designed such an interesting game."
After hearing this, Professor McGonagall angrily slapped the Auto Chess set she had confiscated from Roy onto Dumbledore's desk.
Seeing that she had brought a set as well, Dumbledore assumed she wanted to compete with him and asked with a smile, "What is it? Are you trying to show off your set?"
Professor McGonagall was completely speechless. So in the entire school, she was the only one who cared about the students' grades?
She sighed helplessly, wondering whether all geniuses had such strange ways of thinking.
"Albus, have you eaten so much candy that you've ruined your brain? You're the headmaster, yet you're taking the lead in getting addicted to games!"
Seeing that she was genuinely angry, Dumbledore hurriedly raised his hands in surrender to soothe her, then asked what had happened.
Professor McGonagall then explained everything in detail: how Auto Chess had caused the entire school's students to neglect their studies, and how Roy had sold one set for the exorbitant price of thirty Galleons.
After hearing this, Dumbledore's expression actually grew somewhat solemn.
"Yes, Minerva. An Auto Chess set costs thirty Galleons. How are students from ordinary families supposed to afford such an interesting game?"
Professor McGonagall slammed her hand on the table in anger. She truly did not know whether Dumbledore was genuinely muddleheaded or merely pretending; was the core issue really that a toy cost thirty Galleons?
"Albus, you—"
"I know, I know, Minerva."
Dumbledore hurriedly