"Nya!"
The bald manager urged her again. This time, he sounded a little impatient as a middle-aged man, as if he would fire this' excellent employee 'if Nya did not do something.
Nya pouted and did not say anything. She put the feather into her coat pocket, picked up the plate and walked to the tidying room. Her action finally made the manager nod his head.
"Although a pleasant girl can always attract a lot of diners, such as the group of high school students who follow her around, if a beautiful girl is always clumsy, then I have to fire her," the bald manager said while rubbing his chin. "Barry, you are really cruel, but you are indeed an excellent McDonald's manager. A beautiful girl can't do whatever she wants with her beauty. She has to do something."
"Nya!
Go and clean the windows while you're at it!
Uh... and then mop the floor, "the bald manager raised his chin and said with a little arrogance. Perhaps he realized it, so he coughed and said," Get moving. "
Nya poured the contents of the plate into the recycling bin and slammed the plate on the table. She turned around and stared at the bald manager. Her face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in her blue eyes.
"Hey!
Baldy, can you be a little more polite?! "
A tall high school student in a grey sweater stood up. He glanced at Nya and then stared at Barry as if he had a deep grudge against him. "Your rude words have hurt this lady!"
Barry raised his eyebrows. He really didn't know how he had hurt his own employees. He added, "Please." Then, he turned around and walked into the semi-open kitchen behind him. He was muttering something to the chefs, and he looked quite dissatisfied.
Nya smiled without showing her teeth. She looked at the high school student in the gray sweater and nodded slightly. "Thank you."
"Oh!
It's my honor to guard such a beautiful lady! "
The high school student touched his hair and looked a little shy. "Although it's a little abrupt, can I know your contact information?" The high school student's friend began to ask.
Nya took out a card from her pocket. "Since you've been here for three days in a row, you've got this opportunity." She squinted her eyes as the sun shone on her. Then, she turned around and left the group of high school students.
"Unbelievable." The friend in the gray sweater patted him on the back. "How could such a beautiful girl fall for you?
God, Quentin is so lucky! "
"What is written on the card?
Phone number? "Another friend wearing a scarf leaned over curiously." Did he write down the address directly? "" Woohoo — "The teenager in black Martin boots stamped his feet excitedly." Exciting! "he shouted.
Quentin looked at the card and frowned. "Hmm... brothers, do you know where the Chateau de Loire is?"
"Is it the name of a hotel?"
The scarf man adjusted his glasses, frowned, and began to analyze the situation. "As far as I know, Loire is the name of a river in France. Is she trying to say that the relationship between the two of you is like the relationship between Britain and France, that you will never be together?"
`Please-Ed!
That's definitely not what she meant. "Quentin pointed to a line of small words on the card." She asked me to read the words on the card at night so that she would appear by my side … "
"Then she must be teasing you. Beautiful girls are always like that." The man in the braid shrugged. "That means you have to work harder."
Quentin looked at Nya's back. "Hmm... But it's not like I didn't learn anything. At least I know her name. The cool, noble Goddess of the Moon — Di Anna Sanguinia."
— — —
Fox's voice rang outside the wooden door. Anna put the things into the wooden basket and politely said goodbye to Grindelwald. "Professor Grindelwald, I've learned a lot. Thank you for your teaching."
"I hope these can be exchanged for some fresh food for the elderly," Grindelwald said with a pitiful tone.
"Of course." Anna shook the basket in her hand. "Today was just an accident. Next time, I'll consider your physical condition more. In addition to delicious food, I'll bring some vitamins, calcium tablets, and so on. Erm, do you drink milk?"
"I prefer tea." Grindelwald coughed a few times. "Thank you for taking care of an old man like me."
"This is what I should do." Anna smiled. "Don't think about dying before you pour out all your knowledge, Grindelwald. You're a treasure in the field of black magic, prophecy, and ghost stories." Do you write a diary?
Do you want me to bring some paper and pen? "
Grindelwald was stunned for a second. "No, there's no need for that." He laughed. "I don't have anything to write if I stay here every day."
Anna also knew this. She just wanted to see if she could trigger any more missions. Unfortunately, she did not. "Then, goodbye, Professor Grindelwald."
"Goodbye, Anna." Grindelwald waved at Anna and watched her disappear at the door. The wooden door slowly closed. For a moment, only the creaking sound of the wood rubbing against each other could be heard in the room, indicating the silence and endless loneliness that followed.
Suddenly, Anna opened the door again. "Is there anything I need to tell Principal Dumbledore?" She leaned out and stared at Grindelwald in the dark.
"Hurry up and go, Anna." Grindelwald smiled helplessly.
Anna closed the wooden door and watched the runes on it begin to slide and eventually become a bunch of new symbols. "Chirp." Fox the phoenix pecked at Anna's cloak and motioned for her to hold on to its feathers.
After Anna left, Grindelwald stretched and snapped his fingers. His clothes instantly changed into a comfortable and fitting brown sweater. He stood up and rubbed his malnourished face. With just a rub, his face returned to a healthy appearance. His skin was in good condition and there was not a single pimple on his face.
His thin arms and legs slowly expanded. A few seconds later, he was no longer malnourished. Grindelwald touched the chain around his neck and did not do anything terrible to break it.
"Harmless weak old man …" He muttered and then laughed as if his prank had succeeded. "What will she bring for the weak old man next time?
I'm looking forward to it. "
— — —
Anna quickly returned to the principal's office in Hogwarts.
"Ouch!"
Principal Phineas Black, who was hanging in the painting, seemed to be shocked by Anna's sudden appearance. He fell out of the painting frame comically and then got up with the help of a chair. "Big Hairy Monster's rotten teeth!"
He cursed, but no one knew the specific meaning of it. "Can't you use a more ordinary way to come in?"
"Sorry, Principal Black," Anna apologized politely.
"Don't mind him, child. He's just hiding his cheating." Darius, who was sitting on another chair in the painting frame, smiled gently. "Principal Dumbledore is temporarily out. You can use the stone statue outside the door to leave."
Anna nodded slightly. "Thank you." She glanced at the name under Darius's painting frame. "Principal Derwent." Darius nodded slightly at her.
"Wait!
I'm not hiding my cheating — I didn't cheat at all! "Phineas shouted angrily." Darius!
You can't say that I cheat just because I keep losing to you. You're slandering the reputation of a noble pureblood! "
"You didn't move the chess piece when you fell out of the chair?" Darius raised her eyebrows.
"Of course — I didn't!"
Phineas answered smoothly, as if he was really wronged. This made Darius start to doubt her eyes.
Anna didn't want to participate in the quarrel between the former bosses. She bid farewell to Phoenix Fox and walked quickly to the wooden door of the office.
"Wait!
Erm, "Phineas' voice rang out. Although he didn't say his name, Anna knew that he was calling her, so she stopped in her tracks helplessly." What's the matter?
Principal Black? "
"It's former Principal Black," Former Principal Euplasia Moore reminded him in a friendly manner.
"Thank you for correcting her, Euplasia. You're still as helpful as Peeves." Phineas rolled his eyes and successfully angered Euplasia away.
"You're Anna, right?" Phineas adjusted his slightly ridiculously gorgeous hat. "A mud … ahem, Muggle-born Slytherin?"
Anna frowned slightly. Did he just want to say that he was a mud-type?
But for some reason, he changed his words. "Uh, Anna Lawrence. Yes, sir."
"Wow." Phineas was silent for a while. Anna stood at the door and stared at him. For a moment, the office fell silent.
Darius, who was sitting on the other side of the chair, couldn't help but look at Phineas reproachfully. "Can you stop being so mysterious?
Can you finish your sentence in one go? "
"Thank you." Phineas took off his hat, revealing a head of not-so-thick hair. No one expected him to say this, and they all looked surprised.
Phineas ignored everyone's surprise. "I have many portraits. I know that he's back, and I know who helped him … No matter what happens in the future, at least there's still hope —"
"Although you're a mud, ahem, Muggle-born, this time, as a member of the Black family, I have to express my gratitude."
Anna knew that he was talking about Sirius. "It's nothing, former Principal Black."
"Number 12, Grimmauld Square, London. You're welcome at any time. This should be the first time this house has come into contact with a Muggle-born wizard … Anyway, the Black family has never been stingy. Anna, you've helped us, and you'll definitely be rewarded accordingly." Phineas put his hat back on and showed a serious expression for a moment.
"I'll pay you a visit, Mr. Black." Anna smiled. But before that, she had to solve the problem of Little Hangerton.
And the vampire crisis that she was completely unaware of.