Professor McGonagall woke up. Fleur leaned back slightly, turned to face the Hogwarts professors.

"Minerva, you've had about a quarter of an hour, and you should know what's going on. Slughorn glanced at the quartz clock hanging from the wall, then reminded.

"Call Filius here. Professor McGonagall said.

Professor Flitwick's voice is not so loud now, even if it is forcibly controlled by a spell, it is okay, and the surge in his throat is not so terrible, but it is not possible to say a complete sentence.

Professor McGonagall was in exceptional spirits, probably a side effect of the poison, which hit all her energy to a certain time.

"Let's talk about what's next. She sighed, looking very distressed.

"Severus is sure it's ......," Professor McGonagall confirmed, still in disbelief.

"It can only be explained that he absconded in fear of crime. ”

"Okay. McGonagall closed her eyes. My heart suddenly became heavy.

"If you want to speak, Philius, write on parchment. ”

Flitwick could only stand in his chair and nodded, for once he spoke, there was a series of uncontrollable maniacal laughter.

With such interference, it was difficult for him to cast even an ordinary spell in its entirety now.

"First of all, the Transfiguration class, there are a few candidates in the Order of the Phoenix who can be replaced, and it is not very useful in peripheral activities now. ”

"Sirius, perhaps?"

"Wait a minute, you'll be in charge. ”

"Charms class, how's Tonks?"

"Not very good......" Flitwick shook his head, writing on parchment. "Tonks's Charms are average,"

"In exchange, Sirius is not bad in all disciplines. ”

"Yes. Flitwick nodded, Tonks's transfiguration was still good, he was excellent in disguise, and he was born with a disguised Magus.

"What about Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

Several people looked at each other.

To put it in jest, it can be said that Voldemort's curse is very powerful.

This time, Snape didn't even hold up half a semester and left.

And it's the hardest way to accept.

"How's Moody?"

"He's not on his feet yet. ”

"What about Lupin?" Flitwick wrote on the parchment, the words beating wildly.

"He's also going to be a spy among the werewolves. ”

"Where's Kingsley?"

"He's in charge of the Order of the Phoenix's extracurricular activities. ”

"Then there's no one. ”

"What about Malfoy. Professor McGonagall spoke in astonishment, uttering a name.

"I don't want to doubt the student, but ......," Flitwick hesitated, the pen in his hand.

"He's been very strange this semester, he's not taken seriously in class and he's slept a lot, but it's true that there's nothing in the textbook that is hard for him. ”

"It's just that I suspect that he might have something to do with his dean. Flitwick waved his pen and continued.

Professor McGonagall rubbed her brow in pain.

She also seemed to recall that Snape and Malfoy had left school together.

"Is there anything wrong with him?" Slughorn was impressed by this excellent student, especially since he turned down his offer to the Slugs Club.

"Was it a hijacking that caused a lot of trouble a few days ago?"

"Yes, that hostage is the nurse, Miss Delacour. Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's fate. Slughorn clapped, then glared at Fleur.

"Keep quiet, it's the hospital. Her face was covered with coldness.

"Well, bad fate. ”

"But this student is very good. Flitwick nodded, writing on a piece of paper.

"Yes. Slughorn nodded.

"I want to think of him as a core member of the slug club. ”

"You're messing with your little circle again?"

"Uh...... Minerva, you're short on time" Slughorn changed the subject.

"Anyway, that student had a lot of questions. Flitwick distrusted the handwriting left in mid-air

"When I was in second grade...... He also "

"He's a good student. Professor McGonagall said suddenly.

"That's what Dumbledore said. ”

"Call him over and I'll talk to him. Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

"Okay. Flitwick threw the pen to the ground and walked out.

Within minutes, Malfoy was in the room.

Professor McGonagall scanned Malfoy's body back and forth with her piercing gaze.

"Professor McGonagall, are you feeling better?" He maintains the utmost courtesy of his questions.

"Not bad. Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus probably thought I was too tired and got me some sleeping pills, maybe I didn't get the effect right. She actually had the leisure to make a joke.

"Dumbledore told me that you were a good student. She said suddenly.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt a little funny.

"Why, Professor, I don't think I'm trustworthy myself. He shrugged his shoulders and showed no interest.

"Me too. ”

"I believe in Dumbledore though"

"Can you take your place as the former dean?"

"Substitute teacher?" Malfoy's brow furrowed.

The old lady was more creative and daring than he had imagined.

"I try. However, he did not refuse, and after a strange curvature at the corner of his mouth, he finally accepted the old lady's request.

Sounds like a good teacher?