The weeks following the Quidditch match were uneventful at Hogwarts.
Except for Professor Blaine, who has become the director of the Student Safety Office, and the big scary Patronus made on the Quidditch field is a hot topic, the rest are all trivial matters.
For example, Neville lost his wand and was never able to get it back. Professor McGonagall mobilized all the Gryffindor boys to search for Neville in the common room and dormitory, but found nothing. So, helplessly Professor McGonagall could only write a letter to Neville's grandmother. As a result, one day at breakfast, Neville received another yelling letter from his grandmother. The scary old lady's voice in the letter scared many people that night. The little wizard had a nightmare.
"...If you can't find your father's wand, never come back!"
Looking at the silent auditorium and Longbottom sobbing softly, Amosta, who was sitting at the staff table, softened his heart. After thinking for a while, he took out a spare wand from his secret pouch and handed it to Professor McGonagall,
"Mr. Longbottom probably won't be able to find the wand--"
Amosta said to Professor McGonagall,
"I have a spare one here. Could you please give it to Mr. Longbottom? During the Christmas holidays, he can go to Ollivander's and buy a new one himself-"
"That's all we can do, Amosta."
Professor McGonagall said with a sullen face, "I never understand why this child is always so neglected."
"If you knew how Longbottom behaved in my classes, Minerva."
Snape scoffed, "Then you won't be surprised."
"The boy is excellent, Severus-"
Sitting next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupine, who looked much better, turned his head over and smiled gently, "He has always performed well in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You just need to encourage him more-"
"indeed so."
Professor Sprout also joined the topic, "Longbottom is very talented in herbal medicine. You may not believe it, but I think Mr. Longbottom's level in the herbal subject is enough to pass the grade examination." Get excellent results."
"Look for the reason yourself, Professor Snape."
Amosta looked sideways at Snape, whose face turned dark, and said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, Amosta—"
Professor Flitwick pointed at the wand that Amosta had just taken out, and said in a sharp voice,
"As far as I know, except for the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, there are very few wizards who prepare two wands for themselves!"
"Ah, it's just a personal habit--"
Amosta said calmly.
"You have to stay away from that curse!"
At the end of breakfast, Professor Trelawney, who had been in a state of sleepwalking, suddenly stood up, jingling the strings of beads around her neck, looking through the heavy frames, and said to Amosta nervously,
"My third eye tells me that darkness...death lurks within it!"
Amosta raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but Professor McGonagall said coldly,
"I'm afraid you have forgotten, Sybil, Amosta predicted his death once when he was in the third grade!"
Professor Trelawney seemed disdainful to argue. She raised her head proudly and walked away.
In addition to Neville's affairs, the little wizards are also discussing why their beloved principal has gone during this time. In the past, Principal Dumbledore would often disappear for a period of time during the semester, but would reappear soon. I ate with all the faculty and staff with a smile, and rarely saw anyone for two or three weeks in a row.
The match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff at the end of November ended with Ravenclaw's victory. This made Professor McGonagall, who had been worried about this for a while, relieved, because it meant that Lanffindor will still have a chance to resurrect.
After the game, on the way back to the castle, Professor McGonagall couldn't suppress a smile on her face. To be honest, although she had been in this school for seven years, Amosta really didn't know that Professor McGonagall was the same at that time. An avid football fan.
"Are you free tomorrow, Amosta?"
Several professors were walking together. Professor McGonagall seemed to suddenly remember something, and she said to Amosta.
"Would you like to buy me a drink, Professor McGonagall?"
"If this is to celebrate Gryffindor not being eliminated, Minerva--"
Professor Flitwick, who had just won a competition, jogged to keep up with everyone with a smile on his face.
"I think you should fuck me for a moment, after all, it's all thanks to Ravenclaw's efforts."
"It's not me who wants to treat you, Filius--"
Professor McGonagall held on to her wizard hat and said angrily,
"The Minister of Magic sent a letter to Albus, hoping that he could persuade Amosta to put back the dementors in the Ministry of Magic. Then, Albus sent the letter to me intact. ,so--"
Amosta nodded understandingly.
Fudge probably met with Dumbledore at some time and learned about his attitude from Dumbledore, so he did not approach him directly. Dumbledore was also unwilling to help Fudge as a lobbyist, especially since he I don't want to see those dementors appear in Hogwarts.
"What do you think, Professor McGonagall?"
Amosta asked casually, "I mean, place those dementors around Hogwarts."
There is actually nothing to say about this issue. No professor wants to have a group of monsters wandering around the school that may lose control at any time and suck the brains of a young wizard. But then, Amosta went to Snape in the evening. When the professor came to visit, he got a pertinent suggestion.
"Those dementor numbers need to be reduced, Amosta,"
Snape, who was correcting a paper, heard this question and looked at Amosta, who was admiring an entire wall of glass specimen jars, expressionlessly and said,
"Once so many dementors get out of control, few people in the school can control the situation in time."
"so--"
Amosta curled his lips in disbelief and said, "Do you think I should agree to keep some of the Dementors?"
"Unless you want to be in the limelight, Amosta, I don't understand why you are fighting with the Ministry of Magic," Snape said with a sneer.
"Since our great Headmaster Dumbledore failed to prevent the Ministry of Magic from planting dementors around the school before, and he only needed to communicate with Fudge for this matter, now he gave Fudge's letter to Minerva and asked Mi Leva arranged for you to meet Fudge, couldn't you see, Amosta, Dumbledore wanted to push you out...
I think this kind of thing may happen more and more in the future. Dumbledore is probably planning to let you be the channel of communication between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic... huh, so that he doesn't have to offend anyone. "
Amosta clenched the two fists behind his back and spoke with emotion.
"You must have suffered a lot from Dumbledore to understand 'it' so well, Professor."
Snape did not point out the mistake in Amosta's wording. He lowered his head and looked at the papers on the table. The quill stained with ink in his hand hovered in mid-air and did not fall down until half a while. Finally, he angrily said to Amosta,
"Draco's grades have plummeted since the last time you punished Draco for cleaning the Owlery... You can look at this pile of rubbish, Amosta, I almost did it. This is Longbottom's homework from now on! "
Punish Draco?
Hearing this, Amosta came over, glanced at the paper on the table, and showed a disgusted expression, but punishing Draco to clean the shed... this is...
Oh, Amosta connected the joints. Probably, the Slytherin guys put all the blame for losing the game on Draco, so they worked together to exclude him.
"I've always felt that the kids in our college are a little too unkind." Amosta smacked his lips and said, "Do you need me to comfort Draco?"
"You know Slytherin, Amostar,"
Professor Snape inserted the quill into the inkpot and said coldly,
"He can only get out of the current predicament on his own. If you intervene, his situation will only get worse."
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