The day before school started, Amosta's office suddenly became lively. Early in the morning, Filch appeared outside his door, holding some items that Professor McGonagall ordered him to send that needed to be approved or approved by him. Among the filed documents, there are also some personal belongings of Filch himself.
"There is no way I would agree with you whipping a little wizard for breaking school rules, Argus."
Amosta gently wrung his hands together, and said to Filch, who stood calmly in front of him,
"You should know that these ancient punishments are outdated now. They are expressly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Even Dumbledore would not be able to make such a decision."
Filch nodded sadly and walked out of the office without saying a word, but when he stood in the corridor, he immediately changed his face and excitedly punched the palm of his left hand with his right hand.
Filch certainly knew that Mr. Braine would not agree to his application. This was just a stopgap measure. He hoped to divert Mr. Braine's attention so that he would forget about the parchment, and it turned out that , his plan was indeed successful, and Mr. Blaine didn't say a word about his failure to keep the contraband confiscated from the little wizard!
"This old madman!"
Sirius, who turned back into a human body, said with disgust on his face,
"He always had trouble with adventurous kids."
"This is not a particularly polite comment. Filch loves this school as much as anyone else,"
Amosta said casually while looking through the documents,
"If it weren't for Filch, you would find that every corridor in the castle is filled with the smell of dung eggs. I think you should know exactly what those energetic little wizards can do."
Sirius' brows widened and he shrugged innocently, not caring about Filch's whims.
Not long after, someone knocked on the office door again. After opening the door, Hagrid, wearing the moleskin coat and carrying a small red umbrella, squeezed in.
"Oh, Professor, are you really not considering changing to a bigger door?"
Hagrid muttered.
"No one has to get through my doorframe but you, Hagrid."
Amosta held his forehead and smiled helplessly.
After Hagrid laughed naively a few times, he also handed over a piece of parchment filled with crooked handwriting that looked even more obscure than the ancient runes on Slytherin's locket and Ravenclaw's diadem.
"I need to buy some medicine to get rid of carnivorous slugs, Professor, these nasty guys have been destroying the vegetables in the vegetable patch all winter."
"It's rare to find a magical creature that you find annoying, Hagrid--"
Amosta made a joke, and then he had to ask Hagrid to read the words on the parchment himself, because after frowning for a long time, he really couldn't understand anything. After he figured it out, Without hesitation, he signed his name on the payment request form.
"Thanks, Professor—"
Hagrid nodded and said,
"I have to go to Professor McGonagall quickly to get the money. I hope I can catch the nine o'clock train. In this case, maybe I will still have time to attend the dinner tonight!"
Hagrid turned and left, muttering as he walked,
"Why don't wizards build a bigger fireplace?"
Amosta, who heard his complaint, smiled and prepared to continue his work, but before Hagrid went out, something suddenly sounded and he suddenly shouted,
"Wait, Hagrid."
"Do you need me to carry something for you?"
"It's not——"
Amosta shook his head gently.
"Actually, what I want to ask is, Buckbeak's question, um. Do you have a clue now?"
To be honest, this question surprised Hagrid, because this was the first time Professor Brain had asked about this matter since Buckbeak's accident. But when he mentioned this matter, Hagrid's big furry face immediately showed up. Sadly,
"The Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures has arranged the inquiry meeting for the poor little guy in mid-March. I am preparing the materials. To be honest, I am not very good at this, but fortunately Hermione took the time to help me write it during the vacation. Something”
Amosta nodded slightly, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice,
"But you must know very well, Hagrid, that this is not a question of right and wrong. It is impossible for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to completely follow the rules. Lucius Malfoy is taking advantage of you."
"I understand, Professor, but I."
Hagrid's eyes were moist, and his voice was filled with a thick nasal sound.
"I couldn't give up on that kid, and it was all because of me. I convinced him to join my class because I thought he would become friends with the little guys."
"Hagrid is still the same-"
The frustrated Sirius did not miss every opportunity to express his opinions.
"Crookshanks told me about the hippogriff. Why couldn't he secretly let Buckbeak go? As long as he didn't leave any clues, the Ministry of Magic couldn't take it with Dumbledore here. how is he!"
"Perhaps the experience of being expelled made Hagrid more afraid of breaking the law——"
Amosta stood up and said that he was going to put aside this boring pile of documents for the time being and go to the auditorium to enjoy a delicious breakfast.
"But if you want to solve it, it's not that difficult, is it?"
Sirius revealed his purpose, "That bad guy Malfoy has something to ask of you. Maybe as long as you give Malfoy a message, he will immediately withdraw the lawsuit."
"I do not deny."
Amosta nodded.
"But I don't want to use this method to help Hagrid solve the problem. It won't help."
Sirius was about to say something, but before he could say anything, he found that he had turned into a cat again, and the office door rang in time.
It was Harry, Hermione and Ron who broke in, but they were not the only ones traveling with them. They were the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team, as well as people from Harry's dormitory. They were all blocked in the corridor, but they didn't follow them to the office.
"I heard you were looking for me everywhere,"
Looking at the three little wizards who were happy to see him, Amosta said with a smile,
"I hope it's out of concern and not because of the Firebolt in your hand."
Harry scratched his face and laughed sheepishly.
"Oh, you've heard that, right?"
After saying hello to Professor Blaine, Hermione couldn't wait to express her thoughts,
"Who but you would give Harry a broomstick for nothing? I mean, this is no ordinary broom. It's worth more than the entire Gryffindor team's broomsticks." Even higher together.”
"That's not necessarily true, Hermione!"
Ron immediately said unconvinced,
"Harry is very famous, and he has as many fans as Lockhart!"
Hermione's face turned red at the mention of the swindling Gilderoy Lockhart. Her admiration for Lockhart was one of the few 'stains' she could not wash away.
Harry was used to the daily quarrels between Hermione and Ron. Seeing that Professor Blaine had already told him the reason for his visit, he directly handed the Firebolt over and looked at Blaine who was stroking the gleaming ash wood handle of the Firebolt. Professor En, there was hope in his eyes.
The Firebolt is indeed an excellent flying broomstick. Not to mention its exquisite materials, the exquisite design of the magic corridor inside makes Amosta feel a bit breathtaking.
"I don't see anything wrong with the broom Harry, personally I think it's safe."
Not only in the office, but after Professor Blaine said these words, a burst of fierce cheers suddenly erupted in the corridor outside.
"I knew it would be like this!"
Oliver Wood waved his hand fiercely and said with excitement,
"I want to see who else can stop us from winning the championship this year!"
"Come to the playground and show me your skills, Harry!"
Across a wall, Harry's teammate Alya cheered and shouted.
"I'm not questioning your skill, Professor—"
Hermione frowned and glared at Amosta, seemingly dissatisfied with his conclusion.
"But this is indeed a very strange thing, isn't it? Who on earth would spend a whole year's salary to buy such a broomstick for Harry!"
"Oh, come on!"
Ron was so excited that he didn't forget to hit Hermione.
"You have to prove that your point of view is correct, right?"
When the three of them left the office noisily, Sirius immediately asked in an earnest tone,
"Can I go watch Harry train? Staying here with you all day long makes me feel like I'm in prison in Azkaban!"
"No problem at all,"
There was an inexplicable meaning in Amosta's smile,
"I don't want to keep you in the office all the time. If you think my place is too boring, you can wander in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. Well, you don't need me to help you disguise it, your Animagus form itself It’s perfect. Of course, a dog of that size will be very eye-catching when it appears on campus. It would be even more perfect if you could control its size.”
"It's a deal!"
Sirius said happily,
"Size is not a problem, I have my own way."
Sirius first turned into the form of a big black dog, and then, with a heart-wrenching clicking sound of bones, he turned into a small milk dog about the same height as a short stool. It rushed towards Armor. After wagging her tail excitedly, Star rushed out of the door that opened automatically. She looked extremely happy.
And Amosta, who had his butt resting on the edge of the table, stared at Sirius' figure disappearing into the room. The fingers on his thigh suddenly hooked, and in the void, there was a sudden sound of the chain breaking.
Please ask for more monthly tickets. I want to get 1,000 of them this month.
(End of chapter)
