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

At noon on Sunday, Hogwarts was as quiet as a tranquil oil painting.

Without the noisy students, the painting seems to lack some vitality.

This weekend is going to be a busy one for Sebastian.

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

In Sebastian's eyes, Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn was a true magical creatures fanatic.

As Professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts, Kettleburn was known for his reckless personality, which often put him in dangerous situations.

During his teaching career, Kettleburn was placed on probation at least sixty-two times, the most famous of which occurred when he was directing the pantomime The Fountain of Fortune.

In order to provide stage effects for the play, he used a magically enlarged fire ash snake, but he did not expect the snake to suddenly explode on the stage, causing a theater chaos and filling the school infirmary.

Brothers Fred and George once playfully "rescued" a salamander in his class by feeding it fireworks to see what effect that would have.

Professor Kettleburn's classes have always been famous for their humor at Hogwarts. When young wizards come to their third year, many of them will choose his class.

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

When Sebastian arrived at the auditorium, most of the school's professors were already there. They gathered together to hold a small farewell party for Professor Kettleburn.

After three rounds of drinks, the professors left their seats, glasses in hand, and started chatting with each other.

When he sees Sebastian, a drunk Trelawney insists on making a prophecy for him.

"I don't know what's going on," Trelawney said, holding the bottle and looking at Sebastian carefully through her strange glasses. "I see something ominous..."

"Oh?" Sebastian showed interest. "Can you tell me what the ominous thing is, Professor Trelawney?"

"I saw... I saw behind you, there was a huge black army covering the sky and the sun. They were flying up and down, almost completely covering you."

Trelawney burped slightly and said with a lisp, "If you want to know more detailed information, please pay a hundred Galleons for the wine. No... it's the prophecy fee."

"Sybil, you've drunk too much. You're drunk and not very clear-headed." Professor McGonagall walked forward, holding Trelawney's arm and walked out of the crowd.

Her face was flushed, obviously she had drunk some wine.

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

"No, I'm not drunk..." Professor Trelawney waved his other arm, "I still need to make a hundred gold galleons."

Seeing this, Mia walked forward with a smile, and together with Professor McGonagall, helped her walk to the side.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, transfigured a sofa, and asked Professor Trelawney to sit on it.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Trelawney fell into a deep sleep.

Sebastian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw Professor McGonagall and Mia covering Professor Trelawney with a thin sheet.

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

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

After all, others may not know, but Sebastian knows very well.

In the original book, although Trelawney seems unreliable, almost all of her predictions have come true.

He really wanted to know what Professor Trelawney saw.

The black army?

Flying up and down?

This is most likely referring to the Dementors.

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

Resisting the urge to continue asking questions, Sebastian raised his glass and found Professor Kettleburn to start a conversation.

"Sebastian, I heard that the basilisk has gained weight in your farm. Your employees are really capable."

"It's been hungry for too long," Sebastian said to Professor Kettleburn with a smile, "Now that it's fed, it's normal for it to gain some weight."

"Sebastian, I've been quite relaxed since I moved to Hogsmeade, so I want to take some time to go see the basilisk. Do you think you can do me a favor?"

"That's easy. I'll just tell my employees later. You can go anytime you want."

Hearing Sebastian's assurance, the old man was overjoyed and drank the wine in one gulp.

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

After coming out, a breeze blew by, and Sebastian's eyes quickly became clear.

He waved his wand to remove the smell of alcohol from his body, and walked slowly towards the principal's office.

It has been a week since the holiday, and Lao Deng has been a little too relaxed. It is time to start a new education reform and find something for Lao Deng to do.

This reform plan will target the professors at Hogwarts.

The times are advancing, and the professors at Hogwarts must also keep pace with the times.

Moreover, he had been in Hogwarts for three years and had already proved his ability through various means and secured his position as vice-principal.

Now he no longer had to be as cautious as he was when he first came to Hogwarts, and he could now openly get involved in the personnel rights of Hogwarts.

Carrying the reform plan prepared three years ago, Sebastian found Professor McGonagall and 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 wonder what Sebastian is going to do next.

Can't I allow myself to rest for another week? After all, no matter what, I am already over a hundred years old.

However, this young man has always had some brilliant ideas, and the reform proposals he puts forward every year are all well-founded and impossible to refuse.

And, thanks to his changes, Hogwarts did become a better place.

Forget it, I'll just be busy. After all, I'm the principal.

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

"Sebastian, if you have any ideas, just tell me directly. As long as they are reasonable, I will cooperate with you."

Yo!

Sure, Old Deng has figured out his own temper.

Facing Dumbledore's inquiring gaze, Sebastian smiled and spoke loudly.

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

"I would like to ask, what are your plans for recruiting new professors?"

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