Chapter 306 Return

Just as Professor McGonagall and Andrew had guessed, Durmstrang showed its goodwill at the banquet at noon the next day.

All the projects related to the Triwizard Tournament were fully compromised, including the time, location, funding, docking of related magical creatures, and Durmstrang's participants - everything was basically the most favorable treatment, and the other party actually took on one-third of everything, as if they were the organizer.

"It was so smooth, we originally planned to talk for a week, but looking at this situation, the Durmstrang staff can't wait to send us away tomorrow."

After all the negotiations, Andrew spread his hands at Professor McGonagall's residence.

"No, Taylor, you're wrong about this. They want us to leave in the afternoon. Although we won't record their location, they don't dare to bet on this."

"That's right," Andrew thought about it from another perspective, and even felt that the people of Durmstrang were too polite. Before he could think about it, he would have to drive them away in the afternoon. "It's not a good sign if the coordinates are exposed. By the way, professor, what about us?"

"We?" Professor McGonagall smiled, "We don't have such a high need for confidentiality. We just can't add Muggle expulsion to the map mark. Hogwarts doesn't train dark wizards."

'That's right. Durmstrang is rich in dark wizards and is a pure-blood base. The security needs are different...'

Andrew was relieved.

"But the coordinate problem must also be paid attention to. Let's do this. I'll go back and ask Albus to handle it. Extend a spell to offset the astrological projection from the astronomy tower."

That's fine - with Dumbledore here, there's nothing to worry about.

"I guess your compensation will come in the afternoon. No matter how anxious they are, they have to prepare a decent dinner to see us off in the evening."

The professor nodded, "You're welcome to take it all."

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"You're really helpful, Mr. Taylor," Professor Franz was still in contact with Andrew after the dinner, "We were not prepared for such a serious mistake. Thank you for your help."

"The friendship between Hogwarts and Durmstrang was established hundreds of years ago and will continue."

"Of course, we think so too. Our friendship will continue."

Professor Franz smiled and took out a small bag, "But the school belongs to the school, and the private belongs to the private. This is a private gift from Durmstrang to you, Mr. Taylor, representing our good private friendship."

"I'm honored."

Andrew didn't even say a word of refusal-he had been slapped in the face once, and he couldn't slap him in the face again this time.

Sure enough, after he put it away, Professor Franz's face became relaxed - it's best to return it. The person in front of him is expected to stay in school on the day of graduation. If there are some personal favors, it will be difficult for the two sides to communicate in the future.

After returning the things, everyone will get along naturally, which is the best.

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"Karkaroff is quite generous."

When Andrew carried the small bag to Professor McGonagall's residence, the professor looked at the small bag and nodded - only this kind of seamless expansion packaging can reflect the generosity of Durmstrang.

"Let's take a look, I want to see what they have prepared."

The first thing to be taken out was a thick pile of books.

"Charms, curses, transfiguration... these are common here but not easy to collect in full, so-so."

"This - war magic?"

Professor McGonagall picked up one of the thin booklets, "It's the bottom of the box, but it's just the basics, but it's enough, you copy a copy and donate the original to the library."

Of course there's nothing wrong with that - if it wasn't for Hogwarts' endorsement, it wouldn't be a gift to research the coordinate loophole of Durmstrang but a way to silence them...

The abundance of dark wizards here is not just a legend, it's real.

"For auxiliary research, we don't even have relevant professors. This is Durmstrang's specialty."

"Yes, I will."

"That's good. Look at this... So rich..."

"What is this?"

"Twenty portions of Felix Felicis raw materials and ten portions of standard doses of Felix Felicis, probably the kind that lasts for 24 hours."

"Merlin's socks!"

Andrew shouted. The shock Lockhart brought to him was still there. He didn't know how many hours a portion of raw materials could produce, but ten days of Felix Felicis, damn it, this thing is enough to last for half a year if you save it!

"That's not counting the raw materials. A standard dose of raw materials can produce up to seven standard doses of Felix Felicis. I doubt Severus has so many collections in his cabinet."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, "It seems that they really don't want the knowledge to leak out. I don't know how much determination they have made to do this basic thing. Pack up your raw materials and potions. Don't use them randomly in daily life. Keep the raw materials sealed. Forget it, I'll do it - maybe you will learn how to brew them when you study potions in the future."

"There are still some things, professor."

"Take them out and have a look. I guess there's nothing good. After all, it's a holiday, and there are only a few things that can be given."

Sure enough, there was nothing left - a Gringotts draft for 1,000 Galleons, a small cup that can automatically generate ice cubes, that's all.

"It's really a lot. Keep them all for yourself. Remember to donate the copy of the war magic."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, "That's about it. Go back and have a good rest. Find an excuse to return to school tomorrow morning. If we don't leave, we'll be worried here."

"Okay, Professor, I'll go back now."

There was a problem with the itinerary - I originally planned to buy a local curse book, but if I stayed any longer, the wizards in Durmstrang would go crazy.

So Andrew had to go back and start choosing - find a book that looks good among the gifts, go back and copy a copy, and then give the original as a gift.

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The next morning, the professor decisively found an excuse to leave, saying that Albus had to attend a meeting and the school couldn't be left unattended. Headmaster Karkaroff came on stage to perform the last farewell, and then everyone began to leave Durmstrang under suppressed happiness.

This time it was the key to return to Germany.

Andrew, who was in high spirits, felt the dizziness again.

But this time it was much better - I don't know if it was the effect of the heavy bag.

"Let's go, let's buy plane tickets and return."

"Professor, are you buying plane tickets too?"

"Are you really going to let Albus go to the meeting?" The professor was unusually calm, "Let's leave first, and then buy some books after arriving in the UK. I have to study what the location is, so I can tell Albus what we need."

Just let the principal work overtime...

Okay - Andrew said nothing.