Professor Dumbledore nodded his head to my proposition, then reached out with his right hand and shook on it, sealing our deal right then and there.

Before we separated apart, I put forth a question to Dumbledore in a matter fact tone as if what I said is set in stone. "Would I still have your word Professor Dumbledore, that you will fulfil your end of the bargain, even if the secret weapon was not what you had expected?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Lovegood?" Professor Dumbledore asked as looked down at while taking his hand back as a disconcerted expression plastered his face.

"I ask this only so that we could be on the right page! I already told you many times, that my secret weapon is not what you would expect. But you forged on, and you all but forced me to spill the beans of what I got. You refused to give up, and you promised no matter what that you would do whatever is in your power to compensate me for the secret weapon I got. Isn't that correct, Professor?

"Yes, I did!" Professor Dumbledore said slowly, "but what is it that you have?"

"Nah ah ah!" I said as I waved my index right finger from side to side, at Professor Dumbledore in a gesture showing that I mean NO! "First I want to see the phoenix tears then I will tell you the secret weapon I have!"

"Fine!" Professor Dumbledore said as he took out a flask from his robe which was a clear liquid that was pearly and thick. "Here you go, just take it. I am very tired of this back and forth!"

"Thank you very much, Professor!" I said as I stared at the clear flask that s.h.i.+ned red and gold once in a while if you put it in the light even if it is as clear as water. Interesting, I think to myself as some drool builds up at the corners of my mouth.

"Alright then Mr Lovegood, either give this secret weapon or tell me about it if it isn't an item," Professor Dumbledore said as he is looked at me readily.

I slowly ripped my gaze away from the flask with the phoenix tears and turned around to face Professor Dumbledore who was peering at me. I felt slightly ashamed as the old man looked at me kindly, but how else am I supposed to get my hands on these miracle healing items.

"Well!" I said as I cleared my throat stiffly. "My ultimate secret was punching you in the b.a.l.l.s!"

After I spoke there was silence all around, everyone was muted by the shock of my words. You could even let a cold breeze slice through the silence and you won't even hear a peep. Especially Professor Dumbledore, who had look on his face that showed that he wanted to trounce me. But he couldn't with his eyes nearly popping out and his mouth hanging wide open in daze state.

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Seeing that n.o.body was talking at all, I spoke up to you know, defend myself because I am starting to get weird looks from the twins. "The idea was that you won't be trying to cast a spell anytime soon!"

But it seems like my excuse does not fly through, Professor Dumbledore looks sicken as his hand's slight touches his b.a.l.l.s. He must have had a slight cold breeze pa.s.s through his robe when he heard what I said.

To make matters even worse Fred spoke up and said. "That is cold!" As he let out a wolfish whistle. From the corner of my eyes, I could see George nodding his to that statement as well.

I click my tongue to myself, what else was I supposed to do! The old man really did look like he wanted to kill us for a moment there.

As I was waited for Professor Dumbledore angry ranting to begin and for him to ask for the phoenix tears back. I heard him speak up with the most unusual response to this situation. "A deal is a deal and I intend to honor my side of the barging even if you find yourself not in the best of situations!"

I crane my head up from my discomfort and stare at the old geezer in astonishment and bewilderment. He is forgiving and forgetting just like that, I think to myself. This is not him at all, from what I could gather about Dumbledore so far in my short conversation is that he would be jumping up and down in anger and indignation, falling short for casting a few nasty spells at me. The old man has a good heart, but he is a penny pincher, it is as simple as that!

This quick show of defeat from the Professor smells fishy to me very much, but what can I do? Press On?! That would be absolutely shameless! It seems like I will have to lower my head and offer my thanks for now and find out later what is wrong.

Before we could all turn away from this awkward conversation an infuriating voice broke that apart. "Wow! Are you just going to leave things at that Professor?" Fred asked

Thankfully Professor Dumbledore did not answer that silly question. Since he rubbed his glabella with two fingers as he continued to ignore to Fred's incessant blabbering. After he saw he was done, Professor Dumbledore sighed in relief and asked me. "You know what let's make this simple just hand over to me the Doxy Queen, and I will be on my way, okay?"