One night passed, and with the help of Filch and Lupin, Amosta finally installed the modified panoramic telescope back, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was once again displayed in front of him in such a clear way.
In the middle of the night last night, fine raindrops began to float in the sky, and they gradually stopped until the morning light. By the time the weak sunlight could penetrate the gaps between the clouds, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and Amosta Station was in a daze. At the window, the cold wind mixed with rich moisture still slapped my face to cheer up my spirit.
Turning around, a piece of parchment with the title "Charter" was spread out on the desk. Where the paper was signed, there was the signature of the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
This is what Dumbledore handed him privately at the end of last night's dinner:
charter
I, the Minister of Magic, hereby grant permission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Director of the Office of Student Safety, Amosta Braine, to have the authority to identify serious threats to the students of the school as approved by the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Board of Trustees and the Ministry of Magic. When a personal safety situation occurs, monitor the behavior of all personnel in the school, including but not limited to students, faculty, principals, and vice principals, in public areas.
This right will immediately expire when the threat is lifted, and separate application is required to activate it again.
Cornelius Fudge
Staring at the words on the paper again, Amosta smiled silently.
To be honest, if it had been the situation last year, Fudge would not have signed such a ridiculous charter even if he died. Once this thing spreads and becomes known to the wizarding world, it means that Fudge's political career has come to an end. He himself could just pack up and prepare to step down.
But this year's situation is even worse. After all, Black's escape from Azkaban was entirely the result of the Ministry of Magic's poor supervision.
If Black is not caught for a long time, or if anyone inside or outside the school is clearly confirmed to have been murdered by Black, then Fudge will suffer the same fate.
Of course, one of the important reasons why Fudge is willing to do this kind of authorization is that the authorized person is Amosta Brain. From donating the basilisk in the first half of the year to helping to take care of Harry during the summer vacation, he has great respect for this young and promising person. The wizard is quite fond of it.
Holding a cup of steaming bitter tea, Amosta rested his butt on the edge of his desk, quietly examining the dazzling images on hundreds of screens.
It is now the first class in the morning. There are not many people in the castle. In the rotating tower, Dumbledore, who has also stayed up most of the night, is wearing pajamas with a starry sky pattern and goes downstairs to get hot chocolate. He is afraid of the KPI assessment. Filch, who had not passed the exam, led his much-suffering Mrs. Norris up and down the corridor like the wind, trying to find the little wizard who violated the school rules. In fact, there was nothing in that corridor except There was not a single ghost except him and Mrs. Norris.
Except for a few exceptions, most of the ghosts stayed in their territory. Whether it was the Chamber of Secrets or Black, for them, it was as insignificant as guessing what kind of pudding the house elves prepared after the meal.
In the first half of the year, the purpose of Amosta's surveillance network was to find the heirs of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets hidden among the young wizards. This required him to stay in front of the surveillance network almost all the time to observe the young wizards who behaved contrary to common sense. But this time, it was just to prevent Blake from breaking into the castle, and the panoramic telescopes themselves also had their own alarm function, which undoubtedly made his job much easier.
Jingle Bell--
The crisp ringing of the bell announced the end of the first morning class for the little wizards. The professors were still in the classroom waiting for the next wave of little wizards to come, while the students had to hurry up and pack their things and rush there in a hurry. The classroom for the next class.
Amosta, who originally planned to sneak out through the secret passage sealed by Filch to do experiments, had to wait a little longer for the little wizards to return to their cages before leaving secretly.
Bored eyes locked on the surveillance screen until the screen was clear again, Amosta spat out the tea foam and prepared to leave, but...
Suddenly, something a little strange happened that made Amosta narrow his eyes, and he took back the steps he was about to take.
The first class of the third grade Gryffindor this morning was the Charms class with Hufflepuff, and the second class was the Transfiguration class with Slytherin. Amosta watched Harry and Ron walking in a hurry. Rushing into the classroom, followed by Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Daphne, Hermione hung far behind everyone and walked into the classroom a little distracted...
However, the moment Hermione entered the Transfiguration class, another Hermione Granger suddenly jumped out from the corner of the corridor on another floor. She looked around and ran into Basilida in a panic. ·The ancient rune class in Babuling’s classroom!
what's the situation? !
Amosta stood up straight suddenly, his sharp eyes locked on the door of the classroom of the two professors.
"Hermione who followed Harry into Professor McGonagall's classroom...Sirius Black who drank Polyjuice Potion?!"
Amosta was astonished to himself, but in a very short time, he overturned this conclusion... It was illogical, Black could not still be in the castle!
In just a few seconds, several possibilities popped into Amosta's mind, but none of them were particularly reasonable.
Amosta squinted his eyes and quickly came to the monitor. After waving his wand, the picture on the monitor screen began to reverse as if going back in time.
Not two Hermiones, but three!
There was also a Hermione Granger who followed the bustling crowd into Professor Victor's Arithmetic Divination classroom!
Staring at Hermione Granger who appeared at the door of the three professors almost at the same time, Amosta said nothing, the slits in his eyes became more and more narrow, and a solemn light flashed in his lavender pupils!
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk....
As time passed, Amosta gave up on going to the Shrieking Shack to study the Blood Curse. He tapped his fingers on the table hastily, and his eyes only fell on the door of the classroom where Hermione was sitting with the three professors.
"turn out to be--"
The memory that was sealed in Malfoy's dormitory reappeared in Amosta's mind.
Every scene and conversation in his memory flashed before Amosta's eyes with incomparable clarity... Amosta has never forgotten the contents of his memory.
Just try to avoid...
Butterfly effect, past and future, immeasurable impact...
Finally, after a long time, Amosta's tense face showed an inexplicable smile.
"So..., that time turner belongs to you, Miss Granger..."
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