Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

[A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood. What kind of mourners and happy ones are these?

However, nature is often designed for mediocre people, using the flow of time to wash away the old traces, leaving only the pale red blood and a slight sadness.

In this light red blood color and slight sadness, people can temporarily survive and maintain this world that seems to be human but not human.

I don't know when this world will end!

I still work in a school like this;

I have long felt the need to write something.

There is already one day left until September 1st. The forgotten savior, please come quickly...]

Moqier was lying on the desk, praying to the forgotten savior to save him and to ask the deans not to keep thinking about the sorting.

There was a knock on the office door. Mochier looked at the monitoring screen on the table and walked out of the box.

"Professor, what do you want from me?"

Mochir drooped his head. He had already made up his mind and could no longer trust Professor Flitwick easily!

Professor Flitwick obviously didn't have the slightest sense of cheating anyone. He smiled and joked as he walked in, "Mooch, what's going on between you and Tonks? I don't remember having any interactions with her when we were in school."

"Professor, what is that in your hand?"

Mochir quickly changed the subject. He really didn't know what Tonks had to gossip about with him, and he didn't know how if he said something casually, it would be spread at the professor's long table tomorrow morning. .

Professor Flitwick's beard twitched slightly, and a smile broke out on his face, "You remember us, no, is it the patent you obtained a few years ago?"

Moqil was stunned for a moment, then recalled his publicly published patent, and tried to ask: "Is it the utility model patent for "A Medicine to Relieve the Aftereffects of the Forgetting Curse"?"

Nodding, Professor Flitwick put a stack of documents on his desk, divided them into two piles, and explained: "Both the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's Hospital have contacted me before, wanting to purchase this patent.

You know, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters has a large number of new memory clerks, and their amnesia spells still often make mistakes.

There is also St. Mungo's Hospital. I have previously agreed to their testing of this magic potion. The results are very promising. The clinical trial effect of relieving the sequelae of the Forgetting Curse is very good. They did not share the specific data with me, but only sent me hope. Letter of intent to acquire patents. "

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick reached out and patted a stack of documents on the right. Apparently he was still more inclined to sell the patent to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He should have carefully compared the benefits of the acquisition.

Moqier picked up the document calmly and said, "Professor, this is the result of our research together."

The conditions offered by St. Mungo's are indeed good, with 7000 gold galleons for a direct buyout. The Ministry of Magic is obviously not that wealthy, but they have given something else. Their offer is 1000 gold galleons, plus help Freeman at the end of this year. Professor Wei’s grant application.

The National Fund of the Magical World, which is the largest source of research funding for each researcher, is generally between 1 gold galleons and 5 gold galleons. This amount of money is allocated by the Ministry of Magic in a fixed amount every year.

"Professor, I think the Ministry of Magic's offer is more cost-effective." Mochir pushed a pile of materials over.

After a slight pause, Professor Flitwick persuaded him earnestly: "You have written research funds with me before. You should know that the Ministry of Magic cannot directly decide whether the fund application is successful. It depends on the opinion of the Institute of Magic. And I don’t plan to apply for a new fund this year, so this condition is actually useless.”

Mochir shook his head and said solemnly: "Professor, let me write it. I used to publish papers with your fund. Now I am ready to start some other research. I am confident that I can apply for the fund."

Professor Flitwick understood what Mochir meant. He didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to help him apply for a fund, as long as the other party didn't get in the way.

The academic circle is a circle, and what is talked about inside the circle is human relations and sophistication...

The role of the government in this is that it cannot accomplish anything, but it can easily cause bad things.

Professor Flitwick also quickly figured it out. He had been fighting for so long, but the price increase the other party finally gave was to help apply for a research fund. If you don't sell it to me, you won't be able to apply for another fund.

"Shameless!" After scolding him fiercely, Professor Flitwick reached out to grab the pile of documents in Mochir's hand. He said in a very serious tone: "Mochir, you don't have to worry about these things, no one He can threaten a Hogwarts professor. Dumbledore is the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. As long as our fund book is well written, no one can hinder us!"

Mochir was a little moved in his heart. He knew that Dumbledore would not care about this. Professor Flitwick said this just because if something happened, he would take it upon himself.

After shaking his head, Mochier said: "Professor, I admit that I am very short of money now." As he said, he inadvertently looked at his two coffee cups with a mouth missing, "But I haven't offended the magic yet. When I was at the Ministry, my future research may need to go to other countries, and the procedures involved will require the help of the Ministry of Magic, as well as the funds. It is not a bad thing to pay 6 gold galleons to the Ministry of Magic now."

If you say you don't feel bad, you would definitely be lying. The first month's salary has not been paid yet, and Moqil is so poor that he is almost eating dirt. But in the long run, it will be more beneficial to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic.

The most important thing is that Moqier does not attach great importance to this patent. This potion was still a research he did in fifth grade. It is a very rough one. Regarding the use of mandrake, in addition to finding another way to make the potion Acting on minor soul trauma, this potion does not have much technical content.

He also has more advanced potions in his hand.

Thinking of this, Mochier felt that it was necessary to go to the Hogwarts greenhouse to see if he could purchase some mandrakes she planted this year from Professor Sprout. Of course, this would have to wait until she applied for research funding. .

Professor Flitwick waved his wand angrily, making a swishing sound, and complained like an old child: "I'm just so angry. I can't stand this hypocrisy ever since Fudge was still in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters." politician!"

Mochir found it funny, but after many years of getting along with him, he also knew that Professor Flitwick had such a personality. He could only comfort him: "Professor, I assure you, it won't be long before we can completely ignore the opinions of the Ministry of Magic." ”