Chapter 191
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 191
On the first day back to Hogwarts, Amosta did not arrange too many work plans for himself. He took a leisurely sleep in the morning and spent some time in the office in the afternoon to remodel and eat in Filch's office. The panoramic binoculars that were gray for most of the year continued to rest in the first half of the night, and put those binoculars back to their original positions in the second half of the night while the little wizard was resting.
But it turns out that he was too naive.
Just two hours after closing his eyes, he returned to the dormitory to wash up, and Professor McGonagall, who had re-braided his hair tightly, knocked on the door of Amosta's office holding a pile of parchment paper with forms drawn on it.
Facing the sleepy-eyed Amosta, Professor McGonagall's tone was full of excitement,
"This stack is the prefect's night watch schedule reported by the chairman of the male and female student union, and you need to look at it; this stack is the November hunting ground and castle maintenance fee approval reported by Hagrid and Filch respectively; this stack is the fee Erqi’s updated list of prohibited items that little wizards are prohibited from bringing; the admission application form for little wizards from the third to seventh grades to go to Hogsmeade on weekends, you need to leave a record here, oh, and this”
Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall, who was in such a good mood that he walked on tiptoe, left in a hurry.
"Who am I and what am I here for?"
And Amosta stood in front of his office with a dazed face, holding a three-foot-thick parchment and doubting life.
"We are all your loyal supporters, Professor Blaine!"
At nine o'clock, Marcus, who had no class in the morning, rushed into Amosta's office with a few Slytherin players, and said to Amosta who was sitting behind the desk frowning and studying the forms ,
"We came here as soon as we heard the news. If you want, we can also help you inspect the castle and maintain law and order!"
"Thank you for your support, Flint—"
Amosta frowned, and said with a strange expression,
"But I hope you can focus on Quidditch and your studies. If I remember correctly, you should have graduated from Hogwarts last semester. By the way, how many years have there been no repeat students in this school? gone?"
Flint leaves, embarrassed as he goes.
At ten o'clock, Malfoy, who had finished the first class, knocked on the door with Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson. He first said, "I'm glad to see you back, Professor," and then he couldn't wait. smirk
"Potter doesn't seem to know what Black did back then, Professor Blaine, otherwise, I bet he would go to revenge on Black if he has no brains, oh, I really hope he can do this, if it wasn't for Professor Snape Forbid me to tell Potter this."
Professor Snape forbade Malfoy to tell Potter that his parents died because of Black's betrayal. Sure enough, Professor Snape's feelings for Potter were as complicated as he imagined.
"have to say--"
Looking around, Amosta pointed to Malfoy's bandaged arm hanging around his neck, and said kindly,
"Your new outfit is stylish, Malfoy."
Draco's face turned red, and he hurriedly removed the sling from his neck, showing a bit of fidgeting, because he suddenly thought of it, Hagrid seems to be under the jurisdiction of the director of the Student Safety Office now, that is to say , I am currently framing Professor Brian's subordinates. In a daze, Malfoy remembered the eight-eyed spider in his dormitory.
"The Ministry of Magic has, has accepted the case, Professor. If you are not happy, I can send my father to withdraw the case."
Malfoy stammered.
"I won't interfere in this matter, Malfoy, as you please."
Amosta blinked, thought briefly and said.
Hagrid's fascination and connivance with magical creatures is indeed a bit too much, so that he often misjudges the danger of those creatures themselves. Before this, it had nothing to do with Amosta, and he was unwilling to interfere with other people's hobbies for no reason. But now that Hagrid is under the jurisdiction of the Security Office, Amosta thinks it would be a good thing to take the opportunity to let him learn a lesson, so that such incidents will not happen again and again in the future, and Dumbledore, who does not want to interfere excessively with the Ministry of Magic, will throw himself Go out and block the gun.
"I haven't had time to thank you, Professor Blaine—"
After Malfoy left, several Hufflepuff students who had been waiting outside the door rushed in, and Justin Fenrieri said excitedly
"My mother didn't want me to go back to Hogwarts after learning that I was petrified for half a term because of Muggle blood, and that Gilderoy Lockhart was a big liar from the Daily Prophet. , but I told her that the basilisk that petrified me had already been dealt with by you, and she reluctantly agreed with me to come back. I want to tell her the news that you will return to Hogwarts and be responsible for our safety. I think she will definitely do so Feel at ease!"
"I'm just doing my job, Finlayly."
Amosta said with a smile.
"You will be able to catch Black soon, Professor Blaine."
With two blonde braids, Hannah asked Amosta a serious question,
"I haven't been able to concentrate in class because of that Blake!"
At noon, Amosta was going to have dinner with the professors in the auditorium downstairs, but his subordinate Filch rushed in with a second-year Gryffindor wizard,
"Mr. Blaine!"
The red-faced Filch showed Amosta a rotten egg in a big cloth bag as if to take credit, and said excitedly
"What do you think you should do if you catch a little bastard playing with big shit in the hallway?"
Glancing at the silent little wizard twice, Amosta supported his forehead and sighed helplessly,
"How have you dealt with this situation in the past?"
"Confinement, sir, for at least three days!"
"Then do it, Filch."
Amosta waved his hand at him, motioning for Filch to leave his office quickly with the bag of stinky dung. Before leaving, he also told him that he didn't need to report such cases in the future, and that he could use it as appropriate. Just deal with it.
"professor!"
This time it was Percy and his little girlfriend Penelope who came in. Wearing a wiped and sparkling badge of the student union president, Percy proudly puffed out his chest under the admiring eyes of the beautiful Miss Clearwater,
"I have something to report to you!"
Hearing this solemn tone, Amosta, whose face was stiff with laughter, became more serious and cheered up.
"The dementors who handle the various entrances of the castle hope to enter the castle to search for Black. They seem to think that Black is still lurking in the castle."
"Does Headmaster Dumbledore know about this?"
Amosta frowned and asked.
"Oh, I had a briefing with Professor Dumbledore last night," Percy twitched his nose, "but Professor Dumbledore was determined not to allow dementors into the castle."
"In that case."
"But you are the director of the Student Safety Office authorized by the school board, I think it is more appropriate for you to make the decision!"
Percy looked at Amosta with a gleam in his eyes.
Young man, you have the potential to be a twenty-five boy, I am very optimistic about you
"Professor Bryan, will you also serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"
Penello, who was clinging to Percy's arm, asked enthusiastically.
Is the question cursing Lupine, or me, Miss Clearwater?
Amosta pursed her lips, thinking tiredly
(End of this chapter)
On the first day back to Hogwarts, Amosta did not arrange too many work plans for himself. He took a leisurely sleep in the morning and spent some time in the office in the afternoon to remodel and eat in Filch's office. The panoramic binoculars that were gray for most of the year continued to rest in the first half of the night, and put those binoculars back to their original positions in the second half of the night while the little wizard was resting.
But it turns out that he was too naive.
Just two hours after closing his eyes, he returned to the dormitory to wash up, and Professor McGonagall, who had re-braided his hair tightly, knocked on the door of Amosta's office holding a pile of parchment paper with forms drawn on it.
Facing the sleepy-eyed Amosta, Professor McGonagall's tone was full of excitement,
"This stack is the prefect's night watch schedule reported by the chairman of the male and female student union, and you need to look at it; this stack is the November hunting ground and castle maintenance fee approval reported by Hagrid and Filch respectively; this stack is the fee Erqi’s updated list of prohibited items that little wizards are prohibited from bringing; the admission application form for little wizards from the third to seventh grades to go to Hogsmeade on weekends, you need to leave a record here, oh, and this”
Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall, who was in such a good mood that he walked on tiptoe, left in a hurry.
"Who am I and what am I here for?"
And Amosta stood in front of his office with a dazed face, holding a three-foot-thick parchment and doubting life.
"We are all your loyal supporters, Professor Blaine!"
At nine o'clock, Marcus, who had no class in the morning, rushed into Amosta's office with a few Slytherin players, and said to Amosta who was sitting behind the desk frowning and studying the forms ,
"We came here as soon as we heard the news. If you want, we can also help you inspect the castle and maintain law and order!"
"Thank you for your support, Flint—"
Amosta frowned, and said with a strange expression,
"But I hope you can focus on Quidditch and your studies. If I remember correctly, you should have graduated from Hogwarts last semester. By the way, how many years have there been no repeat students in this school? gone?"
Flint leaves, embarrassed as he goes.
At ten o'clock, Malfoy, who had finished the first class, knocked on the door with Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson. He first said, "I'm glad to see you back, Professor," and then he couldn't wait. smirk
"Potter doesn't seem to know what Black did back then, Professor Blaine, otherwise, I bet he would go to revenge on Black if he has no brains, oh, I really hope he can do this, if it wasn't for Professor Snape Forbid me to tell Potter this."
Professor Snape forbade Malfoy to tell Potter that his parents died because of Black's betrayal. Sure enough, Professor Snape's feelings for Potter were as complicated as he imagined.
"have to say--"
Looking around, Amosta pointed to Malfoy's bandaged arm hanging around his neck, and said kindly,
"Your new outfit is stylish, Malfoy."
Draco's face turned red, and he hurriedly removed the sling from his neck, showing a bit of fidgeting, because he suddenly thought of it, Hagrid seems to be under the jurisdiction of the director of the Student Safety Office now, that is to say , I am currently framing Professor Brian's subordinates. In a daze, Malfoy remembered the eight-eyed spider in his dormitory.
"The Ministry of Magic has, has accepted the case, Professor. If you are not happy, I can send my father to withdraw the case."
Malfoy stammered.
"I won't interfere in this matter, Malfoy, as you please."
Amosta blinked, thought briefly and said.
Hagrid's fascination and connivance with magical creatures is indeed a bit too much, so that he often misjudges the danger of those creatures themselves. Before this, it had nothing to do with Amosta, and he was unwilling to interfere with other people's hobbies for no reason. But now that Hagrid is under the jurisdiction of the Security Office, Amosta thinks it would be a good thing to take the opportunity to let him learn a lesson, so that such incidents will not happen again and again in the future, and Dumbledore, who does not want to interfere excessively with the Ministry of Magic, will throw himself Go out and block the gun.
"I haven't had time to thank you, Professor Blaine—"
After Malfoy left, several Hufflepuff students who had been waiting outside the door rushed in, and Justin Fenrieri said excitedly
"My mother didn't want me to go back to Hogwarts after learning that I was petrified for half a term because of Muggle blood, and that Gilderoy Lockhart was a big liar from the Daily Prophet. , but I told her that the basilisk that petrified me had already been dealt with by you, and she reluctantly agreed with me to come back. I want to tell her the news that you will return to Hogwarts and be responsible for our safety. I think she will definitely do so Feel at ease!"
"I'm just doing my job, Finlayly."
Amosta said with a smile.
"You will be able to catch Black soon, Professor Blaine."
With two blonde braids, Hannah asked Amosta a serious question,
"I haven't been able to concentrate in class because of that Blake!"
At noon, Amosta was going to have dinner with the professors in the auditorium downstairs, but his subordinate Filch rushed in with a second-year Gryffindor wizard,
"Mr. Blaine!"
The red-faced Filch showed Amosta a rotten egg in a big cloth bag as if to take credit, and said excitedly
"What do you think you should do if you catch a little bastard playing with big shit in the hallway?"
Glancing at the silent little wizard twice, Amosta supported his forehead and sighed helplessly,
"How have you dealt with this situation in the past?"
"Confinement, sir, for at least three days!"
"Then do it, Filch."
Amosta waved his hand at him, motioning for Filch to leave his office quickly with the bag of stinky dung. Before leaving, he also told him that he didn't need to report such cases in the future, and that he could use it as appropriate. Just deal with it.
"professor!"
This time it was Percy and his little girlfriend Penelope who came in. Wearing a wiped and sparkling badge of the student union president, Percy proudly puffed out his chest under the admiring eyes of the beautiful Miss Clearwater,
"I have something to report to you!"
Hearing this solemn tone, Amosta, whose face was stiff with laughter, became more serious and cheered up.
"The dementors who handle the various entrances of the castle hope to enter the castle to search for Black. They seem to think that Black is still lurking in the castle."
"Does Headmaster Dumbledore know about this?"
Amosta frowned and asked.
"Oh, I had a briefing with Professor Dumbledore last night," Percy twitched his nose, "but Professor Dumbledore was determined not to allow dementors into the castle."
"In that case."
"But you are the director of the Student Safety Office authorized by the school board, I think it is more appropriate for you to make the decision!"
Percy looked at Amosta with a gleam in his eyes.
Young man, you have the potential to be a twenty-five boy, I am very optimistic about you
"Professor Bryan, will you also serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"
Penello, who was clinging to Percy's arm, asked enthusiastically.
Is the question cursing Lupine, or me, Miss Clearwater?
Amosta pursed her lips, thinking tiredly
(End of this chapter)
