Huhu--
The gloomy thick clouds once again covered the sky that had only cleared up for half a day. The fine drizzle was slapped on the window sash under the strong wind. Without the protection of the sun, the temperature of the castle, which was adjacent to the large forests and the vast black lake, dropped very quickly. Although Wizards with powerful magic are much more resistant to cold and heat than normal wizards, but Amosta didn't have to hold on. In order to make the room more comfortable, he lit the extinguished fireplace again.
After hanging the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door of his office, Amosta finally enjoyed a taste of leisure. He stood by the window and stared at the precarious world, and suddenly remembered the legacy of his scream shack. Although those experimental materials are covered by illusion magic, it is always unsafe to leave them there.
Naturally, the research on the blood curse popped into his mind again.
"Would you like to ask Dumbledore for advice... A white wizard like him must be very good at dark magic."
Amosta hesitated in his heart, but after careful consideration, he thought it was best not to be too showy. After all, the things he studied were considered relatively evil even among black magic.
It was now three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still a while before dinner. Amosta glanced at the table, only the top few pieces of parchment were flipped, and he couldn't muster the desire to deal with these 'bad things'. After thinking about it, , he was going to the library to check some information.
"I'm not sure the Director of Student Security has permission to borrow magic books from the restricted area, Amosta."
The librarian, Mrs. Pince, was a strict and orderly witch. She did not give Amosta a high look. Instead, she refused to borrow books from the restricted area because Amosta had lost his reputation as a professor.
"All right--"
Amosta scratched his hair and reluctantly handed the "Poisonous Magic" back to Mrs. Pince.
"I will confirm with Principal Dumbledore later whether I have this authority, Mrs. Pince."
After leaving these words with a bit of resentment, Amosta left wanderingly. Originally, he was going to go back to his office to wait for the meal, but when passing by the corridor, he suddenly thought that he had not met each other today. Professor Snape, Amosta, who was a little worried about his mental health, quickly made a decision and walked quickly towards the Slytherin basement. Reading Pavilion
After knocking open Professor Snape's office and walking in, Amosta's nose twitched slightly and he smelled a slight poisonous gas in the turbid air.
Taking a closer look, Professor Snape was alone handling a cage of sapphire-glossy Billywig wings and pincers. These two ingredients were the ingredients for the Laughter Potion and the Sobriety Potion respectively. When I was in fourth grade, I was exposed to two kinds of medicine.
"If you don't enjoy your hard-earned rights in your own office, why are you here with me?"
The blood of the Billywig bug is as poisonous as its stingers. Snape, whose face turned sallower due to the smoke, looked at Amosta who came to visit, and said sarcastically with the corner of his mouth raised.
As soon as he heard Snape's signature sarcasm, Amosta immediately put his worries behind him. He quickly approached and stared at the dazzling array of materials on the table with interest, tutting in admiration.
"These raw materials are not cheap, Professor, they can be sold for at least three hundred gold galleons on the black market!"
"Your salary is comparable to Minerva's, and higher than mine, Amosta."
Snape said lazily.
"That's different, Professor."
Amosta shook his head regretfully and said, "Unlike you, I don't have so many opportunities to enrich myself."
This time, Snape didn't even respond with sarcasm.
For a wizard like Amosta, as long as he is willing to show his strength, no matter where he goes, a lot of people will pounce on him and stuff Galleons into his pockets, but he has never been so ostentatious, Snape knew This guy's style, rather than saying that he adheres to principles, it is better to say that Amosta regards making money as a kind of leisure and a kind of fun...
"etc!"
Seeing that Professor Snape was not too depressed to cheer up because of being photographed on the beach, Amosta left on his own, but when he stood outside the door and turned to close the door, Professor Snape stopped him, lazily said,
"The werewolf has a third grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class this Friday. Maybe you can go and help him."
Amosta's face turned dark. Miss Crevat, was your mouth opened by something?
"This kind of opportunity to realize your dream is rare. Professor, do you really want to give up?"
boom!
The door to the office closed automatically, leaving Amosta standing outside with a dark expression on his face.
During the day during the school day, every faculty member in the castle is busy. Even if they are not in class, they are still busy in the office preparing lessons or preparing some teaching tools that will be used in class. In order not to let others think that they are innocent It was true that Amosta had no choice but to walk back to his office slowly because of his annual salary.
Slowly walking up to the third floor, after passing a corner, from a distance, Amosta suddenly saw two little wizards standing in front of the door, hesitant, looking like they wanted to knock on the office door, but because of the door They didn't dare to do that despite the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging up.
"Potter, Weasley--"
Amosta smiled and waved at him, then quickly approached.
"We have three classes today, Professor, so we're a little late!"
With bright smiles on their faces, Harry and Ron started to explain.
"Understandable--"
Amosta smiled cheerfully. No matter what, his relationship with Harry was always closer than others. So many people came to visit throughout the morning, but the three little ones never came to visit him. It was more or less... Somewhat lost.
When he opened the door, Amosta asked a little strangely,
"Why are you two alone, and where is your good partner Miss Granger?"
"Hermione also has classes in fourth period,"
Following Professor Blaine into the office, Ron's tone was a little harsh as he looked at the familiar furnishings.
"And lately, we've had some issues with some of her practices!"
Amosta walked to the fireplace and brought two cups of tea to Harry and Ron. Hearing this, he smiled casually. Most young wizards of this age have sharp personalities and no sense of restraint. It's normal for them to have conflicts with each other occasionally.
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
After directing the two little guys to sit down, Amosta returned to his office and asked casually.
After another flurry of explanations, Amosta finally figured out the whole story.
No wonder Crookshanks didn't stay in the castle some time ago, but he always ran to me. It turned out to be this reason, Amosta had this thought in his mind.
Ron, who originally expected Professor Blaine to reprimand Hermione for his disregard for Scabbers' life and health, couldn't help but show a little disappointment when he saw that Professor Blaine had no intention of intervening in the matter, but he quickly forgot about it. , quickly joined in discussing with Harry why he suddenly returned to the castle without warning and became the director of the Student Safety Office.
"We only heard a little bit about it before, Professor--"
Because Professor Braine returned to the castle, Harry, who had no worries after having double protection, said cheerfully,
"Professor Dumbledore seems to be dissatisfied with the situations that have often occurred in the castle in the past few years that may lead to injuries to young wizards, so he is ready to take some measures, but we have never found out what he is planning to do!"
I guarantee that as long as you drop out of school now, Mr. Potter, weird things will never happen again in Hogwarts---Amosta smiled calmly.
"Are you going to re-activate those alchemy tools, Professor?"
When it was Ron's turn to express his opinion, he glanced at the black curtain on the opposite wall with a slightly awe-inspiring look and said, noticing Professor Blaine's slightly surprised look, he quickly explained,
"This is Fred and George's speculation. Professor Blaine, you may not know it. They have always been obsessed with your hand!"
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Reading Pavilion
