Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"make a deal!"

"Ok?"

Of course, 700 gold galleons was still a loss.

So Lucius looked unhappy.

Narcissa gave him a stern look.

"Why would you be reluctant to give it up? Please! Just forget about that time in the past!"

"When will you be able to extricate yourself from the past?"

"Think more about Draco!"

Lucius gritted his teeth and took the bag containing seven hundred gold galleons from Bock's hand.

He turned around and pulled his wife out of the Bok Bo Jin shop.

If you want to be whitewashed, you have to be whitewashed completely. This is what Narcissa thought.

Since you said that it has nothing to do with the dark devil or dark magic back then.

So what are you still doing with all these dark magic items?

Staying away from the vortex, living a peaceful life, and raising Draco peacefully is the life Narcissa wants to pursue.

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"You know what? Blake, I plan to retire at the end of this semester."

"I have submitted my application to Professor Dumbledore."

Professor Kettleburn was drinking from a glass of wheat beer, his face flushed as he spoke to Blake.

Blake, on the other hand, was holding a glass of butterbeer and listening quietly.

"All my life I have loved dangerous creatures..."

"This also resulted in me only having one arm and half a leg left... But I don't regret it."

"As the saying goes, love is life!"

"But... I'm really old. I can feel that I can't do it anymore."

"It's hard to imagine... if one day I can't move anymore and can only lie on the bed (Qian Lihao), how terrible it would be..."

"But... thanks to your life-extending potion, Blake, I feel like I can live a few more years!"

"So... although next year... when you can take the Care of Magical Creatures class, I will no longer be your professor."

"It's very regrettable, but... life is all about struggle!"

"Besides, you don't need me to teach you about Magizoology anymore, right?"

"... As for me, I plan to go to the Fire Dragon Activity Area to have some fun in the remaining days."

"Ah... huge wings, enchanting eyes, blazing flames... what lovely creatures, aren't they?"

By this time, Professor Kettleburn was already a little drunk.

His eyes were full of longing for the exciting life in the future.

Blake took a sip of his Butterbeer Jay.

"What a shame... I was looking forward to teaching your class..."

"But... since you have made up your mind, I will give you my blessing... By the way, I happen to have prepared a gift for you."

"I think you can definitely use it."

Professor Kettleburn smiled and said, "Isn't it a set of magical wooden prostheses?"

"If so, I think you might want to change your gift, since Dumbledore has promised to give me a new set of prosthetic limbs."

Blake smiled as he looked at Professor Kettleburn who was laughing heartily.

"My gift is actually similar. But... it's not a prosthetic limb."

"If it's not a prosthesis, what is it?" Professor Kettleburn asked with a smile.

"If it's not fake, then of course it's real!"