McGonagall, who had just been the emperor, opened her eyes suddenly, looked back at Hill, who was standing behind her at some point, and also found that she seemed to be too immersed in the lottery and relaxed her vigilance against the surrounding situation.

"Just had an interesting dream." McGonagall smiled and stood up to look at Ciel, "I wonder what happened Miss Ciel?" ”

"If I say I'd like to have a cup of tea with Mr. McGonagall, I wonder if Mr. McGonagall will agree?" Hill looked at McGonagall with a smile.

"Miss Hill is already standing here, can I still refuse?" McGonagall asked with a smile and gestured to the seat next to her, "It's just the right day for the sun, so why don't you just bask in the sun and drink tea outside." ”

"It's fine." Ciel nodded, and walked straight to the table and sat down.

McGonagall went into the house and took out a set of tea sets, boiled the purple clay pot on the small stove, sprinkled some black tea, the tea fragrance wafted out from the mouth of the pot, and sniffed it gently, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Winter morning, the sun is shining.

The two sat opposite each other, cooking a cup of black tea in the middle, and neither spoke.

Hill stared at McGonagall for a long time, he just stared at the purple clay pot calmly, and didn't even look at her more.

She had seen many men, and often did not look at her, but those men were just trying to hide their panic, so they deliberately turned their gaze away, and their thoughts were quickly exposed with flashing gazes.

But McGonagall was different, his gaze was calm and focused, as if there was something better than her on the little purple-gold teapot, and even a glance at her was superfluous.

She had never met such a man.

"This guy, don't I really have a teapot to look good with?" Hill was inexplicably a little unconvinced, although she didn't care about the man's gaze, but she was usually used to the feeling of being watched, and now she was still inexplicably uncomfortable to be ignored.

"System, what is the effect of this Buddha jumping over the wall?"

"Host is invited to explore on their own."

"System, the power of this high-level dish is so strong, will there be any side effects? What if you eat someone? ”

"Host is invited to explore on their own and dispense the drug at their discretion...... Cuisine. ”

"What do you want?"

McGonagall couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly, and she didn't answer the question, what did she want this system to do.

"This tea is very fragrant." Hill broke the silence with a smile, she didn't have the leisure to sit here and bask in the sun all morning.

"Well, it's good tea." McGonagall ended the conversation with the system, naturally took Hill's words, lifted the teapot and poured her a cup, the clear and gorgeous tea soup, revealing a strong tea fragrance.

This is the Wuyi Mountain Dahong Robe he bought from the system, naturally it is a good tea, not much, if it wasn't for Hill's request, he would be reluctant to take it out for others to drink.

Hill took the small white porcelain tea bowl, and the pleasant aroma of the tea made her eyes light up.

Her grandfather was not only good at red wine, but also good at tea, in recent years, he fished and drank tea when he had nothing to do, and she would accompany her to drink tea when she was free, so she knew a little about tea.

Her grandfather's favorite was the Asham black tea, which was produced in the Assham Valley of the Goblin clan, and was not easy to buy because of its small production.

A few years ago, because he couldn't buy black tea, he bought all the area around the Asham Valley in one go, and built a tea base, which was produced and sold by himself, only for himself, and occasionally gave a little to his friends.

The black tea brewed by Mr. McGonagall has a stronger aroma than Asham's black tea.

He picked up the tea bowl and blew it gently, then took a small sip carefully.

"This taste!"

Hill's eyes lit up, the fragrance was rich, the taste was sweet and mellow, and after swallowing, the timeless aroma reverberated between the lips and teeth, which made people feel refreshed.

"Good tea."

Even Hill, who has tasted a lot of good tea, can't help but praise.

Even her grandfather's favorite Asham black tea is obviously much worse than it.

"Grandfather will love this tea." Hill thought to himself.

"Miss Hill is so busy, she shouldn't just come to me for tea, right?" McGonagall took a sip of her tea, put it down, looked at Ciel and asked with a smile.

Hill is a strong woman, and she doesn't usually come to restaurants to eat, and usually only appears here when there is something to do.

"The improvement of the steam locomotive has been completed, but during this period of time, Chief Engineer Blair led the R&D team to try to add a magic array to the steam locomotive to increase the speed of the steam locomotive, and there has been a breakthrough recently, but some problems encountered in practical use cannot be solved, and I hope to get some help from Mr. McGonagall." Hill looked at McGonagall.

"Modified trains?" McGonagall was even more surprised when she heard this.

Hill said apologetically, "These things are not part of our cooperation, and I'm embarrassed to ask Mr. McGonagall for help." ”

"I don't know much about magic, so I probably won't be able to help much, but I'm quite interested in this magic train, and I may not have enough time in the morning, so I can go there during my lunch break." McGonagall nodded, not refusing, nor overly talking.

He was indeed a little curious about what kind of transformation would occur when technology met magic.

Magic Train?

Can the speed get close to the high-speed rail by leaps and bounds?

"Okay, someone will pick you up at noon today." A smile appeared on Ciel's face, and he took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of McGonagall.

"What is this?"

"This is a letter of appointment, I want to hire you as the general consultant of this steam locomotive project, so that if there is anything I need you in the future, I will feel less sorry." Hill Dow.

McGonagall glanced at the seven-figure annual salary, pushed the offer back to Hill, smiled and shook her head, and said, "If I sign this, I will be more sorry when I refuse in the future." ”

"Does Mr. McGonagall think the pay is too low?"

"No, I just don't like being constrained." McGonagall shook her head, "The steam locomotive project, if I have time, I will be happy to participate in everything I can, after all, I am also one of the shareholders, but only if I am free." ”

Hill stared at McGonagall for a moment, put away the letter of appointment, and smiled, "Then there's Mr. McGonagall Law." ”

Hill quietly drank the black tea in the teacup, put down the teacup, and asked with some curiosity, "I don't know what kind of tea this is?" I don't know if I can sell some of what Mr. McGonagall has in his hands, but my grandfather likes tea, and he must like it. ”

"It's just a little wild tea, there's not much left, and you can't cut love." McGonagall shook her head decisively and refused, and the system sold him less than a pound of black tea, and he drank too little, how could he sell it.

However, according to the system, this is due to the first year of transplant cultivation, and the yield should increase in the future.