Professor McGonagall asked with great interest, not in a hurry to start teaching.

Her tone was completely different from what Elena was familiar with before. It was no longer so quick, crisp, and purposeful, but relaxed, dissociated, and in short, seemed more humane than usual.

"Obviously, you are the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, the Head of Gryffindor, and the Transfiguration Professor for decades..."

Elena crossed her fingers and counted the titles on Professor McGonagall's body carefully.

"So...does this have anything to do with the size of my office?"

"People with higher authority and ability should enjoy better resources - unless you give up voluntarily, but to be honest, I don't think this solitary monk's lifestyle is correct. It will leave most people at a loss as to what to do..."

"Miss Kaslana, it seems that you still fail to understand what contentment is and the limitations of material pursuits."

Professor McGonagall frowned, then quickly relaxed, and helplessly pointed to the box on the table.

"Anyway, let's have a cookie first, Miss Kaslana -"

"There's no weird stuff in it this time, right? I can taste it -"

Elena walked to the chair directly opposite Professor McGonagall and sat down, half-jokingly, while picking up a biscuit from the checkered biscuit box on the table and putting it in her mouth - well, it turned out to be the legendary one.

Ginger Salamander Cookies.

"Of course not, so I hope you can also control your bloodline abilities, okay?"

Professor McGonagall said calmly and waved her wand.

Two glasses of chilled apple juice appeared on her table.

With Professor Flitwick's tips and observations over the past year, McGonagall also found the trick to talking to Elena.

On the other hand, since that not-so-pleasant visit a year ago, her vigilance and sensitivity towards certain magic tricks have become much higher than before - with the appearance of apple juice, the atmosphere quickly

It calmed down.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment..."

Elena blinked her eyes to dissipate the [Charm: Irritability] magic that was "accidentally" mobilized.

Plan A failed, so now she can only eat snacks first, and then adapt to the situation - the legendary Veela bloodline is not so unsolvable, it works more on those who are not wary, otherwise the Veela would have ruled long ago

world.

No matter which emotion is amplified or induced, it is more similar to psychological suggestion than to the Imperius Curse.

"...So now, you can't hold it back anymore?"

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment, staring at the little mixed-blood Veela who was sipping apple juice obediently.

As one of the top wizards in the magic world today, she can clearly detect the changes.

Along with Elena's not-so-sincere apology, this little guy who seemed a little annoying at first became cute and well-behaved in an instant. If it was normal, Mag would not be able to help but show gentleness towards Elena.

smile.

But the premise is that this is not the result of being affected by some damn magical ability!

"Eh? What do you mean - I can't hold it back -"

Elena was stunned for two seconds, looked at Professor McGonagall's gloomy face, and sighed helplessly.

Of course she knew what the vice-principal was thinking, but she could swear on her conscience that she really didn't activate any magical abilities this time, and she wasn't bored enough to unleash her power on an older cat girl.

improving capability.

Elena swallowed the salamander biscuit in her mouth, put down the glass, and said seriously.

"Would you believe it if I said this was a passive skill - I swear on this ginger salamander cookie -"

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Chapter completed!