The three young wizards of Slytherin House who were injured in a series of incidents have been discharged from the hospital. The beloved Principal Dumbledore and the recently famous Professor Blaine have also returned to their respective posts. What's important is that Sirius Black, who has attracted much attention in the past year, actually became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.
With so many major changes happening in one night, the little wizards haven't been so excited for a long time.
Even though their stomachs were filled with all kinds of delicious food, the little wizards still lingered in the auditorium and refused to leave. They looked longingly at the faculty table, talking with professors of other courses, their faces Professor Black, whose smile never faded overnight, was talking a lot about the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
There are many points that can be discussed on this topic.
For example, will Professor Black teach them the magical magic of Azkaban's escape? For example, how is Professor Black's teaching level compared to the previous Professors Lupine and Professor Blaine? For example, Professor Black is Harry's godfather. He certainly wouldn't turn a blind eye to the unfair treatment Harry suffered in Potions class, right? So what would he do?
Pull Professor Snape out of the basement and beat him up?
Because of these things, the little wizards were quarreling. Ron had great confidence in Sirius. He swore that Sirius would press the old bat's head into the black lake and wash his hair properly in order to avenge Harry. , even if he saw with his own eyes how Snape tore those werewolves into pieces in the Forbidden Forest.
Harry spent the whole night looking at the staff table, his eyes constantly resting on Dumbledore, Professor Brain, and Sirius. His heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of security, which made him Incomparably happy, even though he knew that Sirius would most likely not be able to let Snape wash his hair in the Black Lake, he was still amused by Ron's description.
New colleagues deserve more attention.
Sirius was messing around at the staff table, while Amosta was chatting with Dumbledore about something important.
"--The little wizards in the first and second grades are still in the basic stage. I don't plan to let them get involved for the time being. It is a more appropriate plan to start from the third grade. The third and fourth grade students will need to face each other. For the OWLS and NEWTS exams, this will occupy a large part of their energy. Of course, after a routine is formed, the senior and talented little wizards will enter my intensive class according to their personal wishes."
Amosta told him his plan, but strangely, Dumbledore, who was listening carefully, looked solemn.
"Do you think this is necessary? Amosta, my point of view is more towards organizing it in the form of a club, such as Minerva's Transfiguration Club, Severus' Potions Club - this method is more popular in Huo. Gwartz has been around for a long time and is easier to accept—"
Amosta fell silent. He looked down at the jubilant auditorium and the young faces with smiles on their faces. After a while, he continued to patiently persuade Dumbledore,
"This is necessary, Principal Dumbledore. Hogwarts must teach them some real skills and truly teach them to protect themselves. As times change, magic tends to serve daily life. This is not wrong, but some ancient My skills are far from being abandoned.”
Snape left the Great Hall in the middle of the dinner, and after convincing Dumbledore to accept his new course, Amosta glanced at Sirius who was enjoying himself and quietly retreated from the table. down.
As soon as we walked out of the auditorium, the noisy sounds immediately faded away, and the whole world became quiet.
Amosta was not in a hurry to return to his office. He walked up several floors along the spiral staircase, and then walked aimlessly along the corridor that was quiet and filled with ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
The light from the torches hanging on the stone walls of the corridor melted into the bright moonlight, and the comfortable evening breeze wandered among the rows of buildings in Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and returned to the cabin first. Hagrid, who was taking care of his teeth, had lit the candlelight in the cabin, and Hogwarts had returned to its former peace and tranquility.
Perhaps because he was used to the peaceful atmosphere of Hogwarts, Amosta, who had been involved in worldly affairs some time ago, was enjoying this hard-won comfort.
He had been thinking about what he had said to Dumbledore in the Great Hall for some time, and it was Draco's request when he saw him in the hospital that made Amosta, who was still hesitant, decide. Take your plans further.
The magic world has been at peace for a long time, and most of the wizards who were born and raised here are good at some magic related to their work, but abandon those offensive skills.
Amosta had a close relationship with the Ministry of Magic during this period. He saw clearly that the Ministry of Magic, which ostensibly governs all wizards and has hundreds of employees, can play a role in conflicts in addition to its reputation of justice. The role is very limited.
Think about it, within the Ministry of Magic, the only ones that can really be considered an armed force are the dozen or so Aurors in the Auror Office under the leadership of Rufus Scrimgeour, and the strength of these Aurors is based on the classification of ancient wizards. , they are just official wizards, and there are only two or three who can reach the threshold of the palace wizards.
Using such weak force to maintain peace in the wizarding world, Amosta could only say that the British wizarding world has not been in major chaos so far because of the support of Dumbledore, an old guy who was half-buried.
But luck will not always favor the wizards living in this land. They will eventually encounter problems that they do not want to face but have to face.
Not only was Dumbledore wary of training young wizards, but Amostar, who was promoting the matter within the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, was also hesitant.
Indeed, on the surface, training the young wizards to protect themselves helps to improve their ability to protect themselves. However, giving them the means of killing and war again means pushing them towards killing and war.
These are a group of underage wizards. They should be protected, but unfortunately, the magic world does not have the ability to protect them in fierce conflicts, so they can only be forced to protect themselves.
"Good evening, Professor Blaine——"
Amosta walked quietly through one arched window opening after another, thinking with a solemn expression. Suddenly, a childish yet somewhat ethereal and free-spirited voice appeared and greeted him.
"Good evening, Miss Lovegood--"
Amosta replied casually. He was immersed in his thoughts and continued to walk forward slowly.
However, after a few steps, Amosta suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at the little witch by the window who had the wand between her ears and was staring at the night sky with a strange look in her eyes.
interesting--
For a wizard like Amosta, it is almost an instinct to restrain his movements and traces. When he just passed behind the little witch, he didn't make any movement. So, this little witch didn't even look back. How did you discover yourself?
Amosta did not intend to hide his doubts. He took a few steps back and asked gently,
"How did you notice me passing behind you, Miss Lovegood?"
"The bugger told me, Professor Blaine--"
When Luna turned around, Amosta noticed that the little witch had a large necklace made of butterbeer bottle caps hanging around her neck.
"What?"
Amosta frowned.
"Harassing flies, they always float around my ears. When you came near, they all flew away. I guess they are afraid of you——"
Amosta scanned the surroundings with his eyes that discerned magic, but did not find any magical animals that could hide their figures.
If it weren't for the serious gleam in Luna's silver eyes, Amosta would have thought that the little witch was playing tricks on him and harassing him.
Looking at the little witch in front of him who exuded a cold and ethereal aura, Amosta's eyebrows moved slightly, and a strange light shone in his eyes.
"Well if I remember correctly, Miss Lovegood, you are a second year in Ravenclaw, right?"
After receiving the affirmative answer, Amosta nodded thoughtfully.
"That's right, Miss Lovegood, I recently have plans to launch an unprecedented teaching course among third and fourth grade wizards. I think you have extraordinary talents. I wonder if you would be interested in participating? "
(End of chapter)
