Rumors that the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts is cursed by a mysterious man are not just groundless.
In the years Amosta was at Hogwarts, he had never seen any Defense Against the Dark Arts professor walk out of Hogwarts standing after his one-year term ended. Many professors were Hogwarts professors. The seamless connection between Watts and St. Mungo's means you can make money here and see a doctor there without any delay.
Although Professor McGonagall only invited him to serve as a teaching assistant, this did not mean that there was no risk. Amosta did not want to use his hard-earned money to help St. Mungo's Hospital improve its performance.
The preparations are basically done, but this does not mean that Amosta has nothing to worry about.
During the week that Mr. Bans was preparing the panoramic telescope, he had to get familiar with the castle again. Some remote places that did not affect the living and teaching of the young wizards and professors should be sealed off.
In addition, he also needs to design specific monitoring layout points according to the architectural structure of the castle, and create monitoring network lines without blind spots.
In his plan, in addition to the classrooms of each course, the common rooms of the four colleges and the dormitories of the little wizards, as well as private spaces such as the men's and women's bathrooms, the rest of the activity areas need to be monitored.
In fact, with his level, it is not difficult to add a sound monitoring function to the panoramic telescope. However, this is a bit too much. I am afraid that not many professors can agree, so Amosta gave up after some careful consideration. This plan.
"Hagrid, you must be hiding something!"
The sudden shouting from the other end of the corridor interrupted Amosta's contemplation. As far as he knew, there seemed to be only a few students staying in school for the Christmas vacation.
"Stop prying around, Harry and Ron!" the rough voice said impatiently, "I'm not hiding any secrets!"
Harry, Ron and Hagrid?
Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked from a distance. Was that crisp voice just now that of Harry Potter?
Is he finally going to meet the son of this world? Amosta's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated a few beats, and there was curiosity and expectation in his eyes.
"Did you know, Hagrid, your eyes move wildly when you lie?" Harry and Ron pressed closely against Hagrid's buttocks and asked angrily,
"You just said down there that you were going to go to Principal Dumbledore to ask about Blaine's appointment as the Investigator of the Ministry of Magic, but when you went upstairs you suddenly changed your mind inexplicably. Why, Hagrid!"
"Besides, you look scared!" Ron pointed out keenly.
An inquisitor from the Ministry of Magic?
Amosta scratched his head, his face full of confusion. When did he say that?
"Why can't you be more honest, Hagrid?"
There were two guys hanging behind a huge figure at the other end of the corridor. They quickly approached the middle of the corridor. Harry was still chattering and trying to persuade Hagrid to tell the secret, because his keen intuition told Harry that Hagrid was hiding something. must be very important.
"Hey, Harry!"
Ron noticed Amosta first. He grabbed Harry's robe and whispered, "Look over there, who is that person?"
Hagrid suddenly braked and stood still. Harry, who didn't react, bumped into Hagrid's waist. There seemed to be a hard dragon leather belt tied there, which caused a lot of damage to his nose.
"Why did you stop so suddenly, Hagrid?"
Harry rubbed his crooked nose and stood behind Hagrid, muttering dissatisfiedly, "Did you change your mind again?"
Hagrid didn't answer. His expression was very interesting. The face that had been exposed to the sun for many years behind his thick beard turned extremely white the moment he noticed Amosta. There were big drops of sweat on his forehead, and his two big hands were nowhere to be seen. Place it, and keep groping around your upper body, as if checking whether your clothes are appropriate.
"Blaine...it's you,"
Hagrid had an ugly smile. He looked at Amosta with a strange expression uneasily and stammered,
"Long time no see. I heard that you are now working for the Ministry of Magic. Congratulations... I mean, congratulations on finding a good job..."
Hagrid has been a gamekeeper at Hogwarts for decades, accompanying successive generations of young wizards to graduation. In terms of qualifications, even the deans of the four major colleges are inferior to him. Amosta Of course you don't know him.
However, there was no friendship between them. The only contact was that after the incident before Christmas in the fifth year, he and Hagrid, under the leadership of Dumbledore, once again entered the area where he and the Black Witch fought. After a search, there was no private communication. At most, they would say hello to each other when they met on weekdays.
However, although there is no friendship, there is no holiday!
Why did he show this expression after seeing me? Moreover, Hagrid seemed to be very concerned about my return to school as an investigator---Amosta was filled with confusion.
"It's been a long time indeed, Mr. Hagrid..."
Amosta frowned, not paying attention to Hagrid's weird behavior for the time being.
He looked at the freckle-faced little boy next to Hagrid and recognized who he was at a glance. He couldn't help it, his red hair was so recognizable, exactly the same as Bill and Charlie's.
Amosta noticed the restraint in Ron's eyes. This was not surprising. It was normal for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard to show resistance to an adult he had never met. But what Amosta didn't understand was, Why did he detect a little longing and fear in Ron's eyes...
Oh, the Weasley boy, maybe he heard from his family that I beat his two brothers?
Just when Amosta was about to smile at Ron and say hello, a thin little boy with a pretty face, green eyes, and messy hair suddenly appeared from behind Hagrid. The same eyes were looking at him.
The moment he saw this boy, without any warning, Amosta was suddenly stunned, as if a muffled thunder exploded directly in his mind. The shock made him dizzy, and he could hardly stand even!
"oh!"
Seeing Amosta who looked like he was about to fall, Hagrid quickly stepped forward and held his shoulders.
"What's going on, Amosta, are you acting like you've been hit by a stun spell?"
Behind Hagrid, Harry and Ron secretly exchanged glances, and both noticed the astonishment in each other's eyes. This Slytherin senior had defeated the powerful dark wizard who invaded the school in the fifth grade, and Dun Why do the fierce men that Principal Bullido fights look so weak?
"Oh, thank you, Hagrid. I may have gotten up too early in the morning and felt dizzy due to the cold wind... Can you let go of my shoulders? I feel like my shoulder blades are about to break."
Amosta frowned and gently rubbed his temples, calmly digesting a piece of information that suddenly appeared in his mind.
"It seems,"
After a while, Amosta finally felt better. His face returned to normal, and he looked at this little wizard with a smile, who was arrogant, arrogant, clever, and particularly arrogant in Professor Snape's evaluation. His eyes finally focused on him. On the scar on my forehead,
"I seem to have met the famous Harry Potter?"
Since Harry entered the wizarding world, he has met countless strangers who have never met before and shown a keen interest in his scars, and he has long been accustomed to it.
However, when he thought that this person was sent to Hogwarts to investigate the attack in the Chamber of Secrets, and that he was the perfect candidate for the successor of Slytherin in the rumors, Harry felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was in front of him the next second. The man would take out the handcuffs from his pocket and cuff his hands...
Oh, no, that's what the Muggle police do. Wizards usually first choose to collect the wand of the person who committed the crime.
"Hello, Mr. Blaine, you got the right person."
Amosta's not-sharp gaze made Harry feel uncomfortable. He subconsciously leaned closer to Hagrid, but then he thought of the opponent's 'brilliant' record. Hagrid's huge body made him feel uncomfortable. The sense of security that came suddenly disappeared. . .
