A crooked smiley face had been drawn at the end, probably in the hope of making it seem friendlier.
There were also messages from Fred, Vivian, and Cedric.
Gerald gave them a quick glance, then closed the notebook and put it away.
He could read them after leaving Dumbledore's office.
"I understand how busy you are. You are the owner of two shops now, after all," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I must say, your talent for business is every bit as remarkable as your talent for magic. I visited the battle arena in Hogsmeade last week. The grounds were very well designed. Flitwick said you contributed quite a few ideas."
"I was just scared of being poor again, so I wanted to make a little money doing business," Gerald replied without batting an eye.
"After Professor McGonagall first took you to Diagon Alley, you never touched the money in your student aid account again. I had intended to remind you, but it seems the Green Family vault provided you with a considerable amount of starting capital." Dumbledore's tone remained casual, but his blue eyes flashed behind his half-moon spectacles.
Something stirred faintly in Gerald's mind.
Dumbledore really has been keeping an eye on me.
When he had asked about the Green Family last time, Dumbledore had only said that Braid Green had died more than two hundred years ago and mentioned that the family had produced no one with magical talent for several generations. He had said nothing at all about a vault at Gringotts.
Yet now he had casually mentioned the Green Family vault, which meant he had already received information from Gringotts.
As for the financial aid, Gerald really had forgotten about it.
After all, who would ever complain about having too much money?
Only now did