On his first day back at Hogwarts, Amosta didn't arrange too many work plans for himself. He took a leisurely beauty nap in the morning, spent some time in the office to renovate and ate in Filch's office in the afternoon. The panoramic telescope, which had been gray for most of the year, continued to rest in the first half of the night. In the second half of the night, while the little wizard was resting, he put the telescopes back into their original positions.
But it turned out that he was too naive.
Just two hours after closing his eyes, Professor McGonagall, who returned to the dormitory to wash up and braid her hair into a tight bun, knocked on the door of Amosta's office holding a pile of parchment with forms on it.
Facing the sleepy Amosta, Professor McGonagall's tone was filled with excitement.
"This is the prefect's night patrol schedule submitted by the President of the Student Union. You need to take a look at it. This is the hunting ground and castle maintenance fee approval for November submitted by Hagrid and Filch respectively. This is the fees. Erqi’s updated list of contraband that little wizards are prohibited from carrying; application form for admission to Hogsmeade for third- to seventh-grade wizards on weekends. You need to keep a copy here for record, oh, and this..."
Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall, who was in such a good mood that he was walking on tiptoes, hurriedly left.
"Who am I and what am I here for..."
And with a confused look on his face, Amosta stood in front of his office, holding a piece of parchment that was three feet thick and doubting life.
"We are all your loyal supporters, Professor Blaine!"
At nine o'clock, Marcus, who had no class in the morning, rushed into Amosta's office with several people from the Slytherin team, and said to Amosta, who was sitting behind the desk and studying the forms with a frown. ,
"We came here immediately after hearing the news. If you are willing, we can also help you patrol the castle and maintain law and order!"
"Thanks for your support, Flint--"
Amosta twisted his eyebrows and said with a strange expression,
"But I hope you can focus on Quidditch and your studies... If I remember correctly, you should have graduated from Hogwarts last semester. By the way, how many years has this school... Are there any repeaters?"
Flint left, looking embarrassed as he left.
At ten o'clock, Malfoy, who had finished the first period, knocked on the door again with Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson. After first saying, "I'm glad to see you back, Professor", he couldn't wait. With a bad smile on his face
"Potter doesn't seem to know what Black did back then, Professor Blaine. Otherwise, I bet he would have gone to Black for revenge. Oh, I really hope he can do this, if not Professor Snape." I'm not allowed to tell Potter this..."
Professor Snape forbade Malfoy from telling Potter that his parents died because of Black's betrayal... Sure enough, Professor Snape's feelings for Potter were as complicated as he imagined.
"have to say--"
Looking around, Amosta pointed to Malfoy's bandaged arm hanging around his neck and said kindly,
"Your new look is stylish, Malfoy."
Draco's face suddenly turned red. He hurriedly took the sling off his neck, appearing a little restless, because he suddenly thought that Hagrid, that silly big guy, seemed to be under the jurisdiction of the Director of the Student Safety Office, that is to say. , he is currently framing Professor Blaine's men... In a daze, Malfoy thought of the eight-eyed spider in his dormitory...
"The Ministry of Magic has, has accepted the case, Professor... If you are not happy, I can ask my father to withdraw the case..."
Malfoy stammered.
"I won't interfere in this matter, Malfoy, do as you wish."
Amosta blinked, thought for a moment and said.
Hagrid's fascination and indulgence in magical creatures is indeed a bit too much, so much so that he often misjudges the dangers of those creatures themselves. Previously, this had nothing to do with Amosta, and he was unwilling to interfere with other people's hobbies inexplicably. But since Hagrid is now under the jurisdiction of the Security Office, Amosta thinks it would be a good idea to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, so as to avoid such incidents from happening endlessly in the future. Dumbledore, who is unwilling to interfere too much with the Ministry of Magic, will lose himself. Get out and block the gun.
"I haven't even had a chance to thank you yet, Professor Blaine--"
After Malfoy left, several Hufflepuff students who had been waiting outside the door for a while rushed in. Justin Finch-Fletchley said excitedly
"My mother didn't want me to go back to Hogwarts after she learned that I had been petrified for half a semester because of my Muggle ancestry, and that Gilderoy Lockhart was a liar from the Daily Prophet. , but I told her that the basilisk that petrified me had been dealt with by you before she reluctantly agreed to my coming back. I want to tell her the news that you have returned to Hogwarts and are responsible for our safety. I think she will definitely be affected by this. Feel safe!"
"I'm just doing my job, Fenrirli."
Amosta said with a smile.
"You must be able to catch Black quickly, Professor Blaine..."
Hannah, who had two blond braids and was a little nervous, asked Amosta a serious question.
"I've never been able to focus in class because of that Blake!"
At noon, Amosta was originally going to have dinner with the professors in the auditorium downstairs, but his subordinate Filch took advantage of the opportunity and rushed in with a second-year Gryffindor wizard.
"Mr. Blaine!"
The red-faced Filch showed Amosta a rotten egg in a big bag as if he was taking credit for it, and said excitedly
"I caught a nasty little guy playing with a big dung egg in the corridor. How do you think we should deal with it?"
After glancing at the silent little wizard, Amosta held his forehead and sighed helplessly,
"How have you handled situations like this in the past?"
"Confinement, sir, for at least three days!"
"Then let's do this, Filch."
Amosta waved his hand and signaled Filch to quickly leave his office with the bag of stinky turd eggs. Before leaving, he also told him that he would not need to report such situations in the future, and would use his discretion. Just process it.
"professor!"
This time it was Percy and his little girlfriend Penelo who came in. Percy, who was wearing a polished and sparkling student union president badge, puffed out his chest proudly and said under the admiring gaze of the beautiful Miss Crevat,
"There is something I must report to you!"
Hearing this solemn tone, Amosta, whose face froze with laughter, became more serious and cheered up.
"The dementors at various entrances to the Castle of the Handle hope to enter the castle to search for Black. They seem to think that Black is still lurking in the castle."
"Does Principal Dumbledore know about this?"
Amosta asked, frowning.
"Oh, I had a report with Professor Dumbledore last night," Percy twitched his nose, "but Professor Dumbledore was determined not to allow dementors to enter the castle."
"In that case..."
"But you are the director of the Office of Student Safety authorized by the Board of Regents, and I think it is more appropriate for you to make the decision!"
Percy looked at Amosta, his eyes sparkling.
Young man, you have the potential to be a young man. I am very optimistic about you...
"Professor Brain, will you also take up the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"
Penelo asked enthusiastically, clinging to Percy's arm.
The question... is it a curse on Lupin, or on me, Miss Crevat?
Amosta pursed his lips and thought tiredly...
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