#215 - Chapter 215: Principal, don't take a break, come work overtime

Sunday noon at Hogwarts was quiet, like a tranquil oil painting.

Without the noisy students, the painting seemed to lack a bit of vitality.

For Sebastian, this weekend was destined to be busy.

Today was a special day. Professor Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, was retiring, and almost all of the faculty and staff had come to see him off.

In Sebastian's eyes, Professor Silvanus Kettleburn was a true magical creature enthusiast.

As the Hogwarts Care of Magical Creatures professor, Kettleburn was known for his reckless nature, often leading him into dangerous situations.

During his tenure, Kettleburn had experienced at least sixty-two probationary periods, the most famous incident occurring when he participated in directing the pantomime "The Fountain of Fair Fortune."

To provide stage effects for the play, he used magically enlarged fire slugs, but he didn't expect the snake to suddenly explode on stage, causing a theatrical chaos that filled the hospital wing to capacity.

The Weasley twins, Fred and George, had mischievously "rescued" a fire salamander in his class, feeding it Filibuster Firecrackers to see what would happen.

Professor Kettleburn's class had always been known for its humor at Hogwarts, and when young wizards reached their third year, many would choose his class.

However, in his own words, he now only had one arm and half a leg left, so he wanted to retire and spend more time with his remaining limbs.

When Sebastian arrived at the Great Hall, the school's professors had basically all arrived. Everyone gathered together to hold a small farewell banquet for Professor Kettleburn.

After a few rounds of drinks, the professors, holding their glasses, left their seats and began to chat with each other.

When she saw Sebastian, the tipsy Trelawney insisted on giving him a prediction.

"Ominous," Trelawney said, holding her wine bottle, peering at Sebastian through her peculiar glasses. "I see ominousness..."

"Oh?" Sebastian became interested. "Can you elaborate on what is ominous, Professor Trelawney?"

"I see... I see behind you, there is a sky-covering, sun-blotting black army. They fly up and down, almost completely enveloping you."

Trelawney hiccuped softly, slurring a bit. "If you want to know more detailed information, please pay a hundred galleons for the wine fee. No... I mean, the divination fee."

"Sybil, you've had too much wine, you're drunk, and your mind is no longer clear," Professor McGonagall stepped forward, taking Trelawney's arm and walking her out of the crowd.

Her face was flushed, obviously having had some wine as well.

She gently shook her head at Sebastian, as if telling Sebastian not to believe it.

"No, I'm not drunk..." Professor Trelawney waved her other arm. "I still want to earn a hundred gold galleons."

Seeing this scene, Mia smiled and stepped forward, joining Professor McGonagall in helping her walk to the side.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and conjured a sofa, letting Professor Trelawney sit down.

Perhaps the alcohol was really taking effect, Trelawney directly fell into a deep sleep.

Watching Professor McGonagall and Mia help Professor Trelawney cover herself with a thin sheet, Sebastian couldn't help but smile wryly.

Professor McGonagall really cared about him, afraid that he would be taken advantage of, but with this, the prediction was interrupted.

To be honest, he really wanted Trelawney to continue speaking, and he was willing to pay a hundred gold galleons for the prediction reward.

After all, others might not know, but Sebastian knew very well.

In the original book, although Trelawney seemed unreliable, her predictions were basically all fulfilled.

He really wanted to know what scene Professor Trelawney saw.

A black army?

Flying up and down?

That's probably talking about Dementors.

According to the original book, a batch of Dementors will indeed be stationed at Hogwarts this year, but what does that have to do with him?

Suppressing the idea of continuing to ask, Sebastian raised his glass and went to chat with Professor Kettleburn.

"Sebastian, I heard that the Basilisk in your farm has gained a few more pounds. Your employees are really capable."

"It was hungry for too long," Sebastian said to Professor Kettleburn with a smile. "Now that the food supply is up to par, it's normal to gain a little weight."

"Sebastian, I'm quite leisurely after moving to Hogsmeade, so I want to take some time to see the Basilisk. Do you think you can help me with this?"

"That's simple. I'll tell the employees later, and you can go whenever you want."

Hearing Sebastian's guarantee, the old man was overjoyed, picking up his glass and drinking it all in one gulp.

After the banquet ended, Sebastian volunteered to personally take Professor Kettleburn back to his home in Hogsmeade.

After coming out, a breeze blew past, and Sebastian's eyes quickly cleared up.

He waved his wand, eliminating the smell of alcohol from his body, and slowly walked towards the Headmaster's office.

The holiday has been a week, and old Dumbledore is a little too leisurely. It's time to start a new education reform and find something for old Dumbledore to do.

This reform plan will be aimed at the professors of Hogwarts.

Times are progressing, and the professors of Hogwarts must also keep pace with the times.

Moreover, he had been at Hogwarts for three years, and had long proven his abilities through various means, firmly establishing his position as Deputy Headmaster.

Now he no longer had to be as cautious as when he first came to Hogwarts, and could openly interfere with Hogwarts' personnel rights.

Carrying the reform plan that he had prepared three years ago, Sebastian found Professor McGonagall, and then went to the Headmaster's office with her.

Looking at the two people who appeared together, Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly.

Such a familiar scene!

I don't know what Sebastian is going to do again.

Couldn't he let him rest for another week? After all, no matter what, he was already over a hundred years old.

However, this young man had always had some whimsical ideas, and the reform plans he proposed every year were all reasonable and well-founded, making it impossible to refuse.

Moreover, under his changes, Hogwarts had indeed become better.

Forget it, being busy is being busy, who told him to be the Headmaster.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore looked at Sebastian and said gently.

"Sebastian, you can say what you have in mind directly. As long as it's reasonable, I'll cooperate with you fully."

Yo!

Not bad, old Dumbledore has figured out his temperament.

Facing Dumbledore's questioning gaze, Sebastian smiled and said loudly.

"Headmaster, the positions of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and Care of Magical Creatures professor are both vacant."

"I would like to ask, what are your plans for the recruitment of new professors?"

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