Rumor has it that Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts class was cursed by Mysterio.

In the years that Amosta attended Hogwarts, he had never seen a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor walk out of Hogwarts standing at the end of his one-year term, and many professors were Hogwarts-St. Mungo's seamless transition, earning money here and going to the doctor there, without any delay.

Although Professor McGonagall only invited him to be a teaching assistant, this did not mean that there was no risk, and Amosta did not want to use his hard-earned money to help St. Mungo's hospital with its performance.

The foreshadowing is basically done, but that doesn't mean that Amosta has nothing to do.

During the week that Mr. Bans was preparing the panorama telescope, he had to familiarize himself with the castle well, and some remote places that did not interfere with the lives and teachings of the young wizards and professors should be sealed.

In addition, he also needs to design specific monitoring layout points according to the architectural structure of the castle, and make monitoring network lines without dead ends.

In his plan, except for the classrooms for each course, the common rooms of the four colleges and the dormitories of the young wizards, and private spaces such as the men's and women's bathrooms, the rest of the activity areas need to be monitored.

In fact, with his level, it is not difficult to add a sound monitoring function to the panoramic telescope, but this is a bit too much, and I am afraid that few professors can agree, so Amosta gave up this plan after some careful consideration.

"Hagrid, you must be hiding something!"

Amosta's musings were interrupted by a sudden shouting from the other end of the hallway, and as far as he knew, there seemed to be few students who stayed at the school for the Christmas break.

"Don't ask, Harry and Ron!" The rough voice said a little impatiently, "I'm not hiding any secrets!" ”

Harry, Ron and Hagrid?

Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked at it from afar, the crisp voice just now was Harry Potter's?

Is he finally going to see the son of the plane of this world, Amosta's heart beat a few beats faster, and there was curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

"You know what, Hagrid, your eyes move when you lie!" Harry and Ron pressed against Hagrid's ass and asked,

"You just said below that you were going to go to Headmaster Dumbledore to ask about Brian as an investigator for the Ministry of Magic, but after going upstairs, you suddenly changed your mind for some reason, why, Hagrid!"

"And you look like you're scared!" Ron pointed out sharply.

An inquisitor at the Ministry of Magic?

Amosta scratched her head, her face full of doubt, when did she say it?

"Why can't you be honest, Hagrid?"

Behind a large figure at the other end of the corridor hung two guys, who quickly approached the middle of the corridor, Harry still babbling trying to convince Hagrid to tell the secret, because his keen instinct told Harry that what Hagrid was hiding must be very important.

"Hey, Harry!"

Ron noticed Amosta first, and he grabbed Harry's robe and whispered, "Look over there, who's that person?" ”

Hagrid braked suddenly, standing still, and Harry, who didn't react, slammed his head into Hagrid's waist, which seemed to be tied to a stiff dragon leather belt, which caused a lot of sin on his nose.

"Why did you stop again, Hagrid?"

Harry rubbed his crooked nose and stood behind Hagrid and muttered discontentedly, "Did you change your mind again?" ”

Hagrid didn't answer, his expression was very interesting, the face behind the thick beard that had been exposed to the wind and sun for many years actually turned extremely pale the moment he noticed Amosta, there were big drops of sweat on his head, and his two big hands had nowhere to put them, and he kept groping around his upper body, as if he was checking whether he was dressed properly,

"Brian... It's you,"

Hagrid's smile was ugly, he looked at Amosta with a strange expression on his face uneasily, and stammered,

"It's been a long time, but I heard that you are now working for the Ministry of Magic, congratulations... I mean, congratulations on getting a good job..."

Hagrid has been a hunting ground caretaker at Hogwarts for decades, accompanying one young wizard after another to graduate, and in terms of seniority, even the deans of the four major houses are inferior to him, and Amosta naturally does not know him.

However, there was no friendship between them, and the only contact was after the incident before Christmas in the fifth year, when he and Hagrid re-entered the area where he and the Black Witch were at war with him, and conducted a search, after which they did not communicate privately, and at most they greeted each other when they met on weekdays.

However, although there is no friendship, there is no holiday!

Why did he show this expression when he saw me, and because Hagrid seemed to care about my return to school as an inquisitor--- Amosta felt a deep confusion in his heart.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Hagrid..."

Amosta furrowed her brows, ignoring Hagrid's strange performance for the time being.

He looked at the freckled little boy beside Hagrid, and recognized him at a glance, but he couldn't help it, his red hair was too recognizable, exactly like Bill and Charlie.

Amosta noticed the restraint in Ron's eyes, it was not surprising, it was normal for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard to show resistance to an adult he had never met, but what Amosta didn't understand was why he still sensed a little longing and fear in Ron's eyes....

Oh, Weasley kid, maybe he heard from his family that I beat up his two older brothers?

Just as Amosta was about to smile at Ron and say hello to him, Hagrid suddenly appeared behind Hagrid a thin, slender boy with green eyes and messy hair, looking at him with almost the same eyes as Ron.

The moment he saw this boy, without any warning, Amosta suddenly lost his head, as if a muffled thunder exploded directly in his mind, and he was so dazzled that it was almost difficult to stand!

"Oh!"

Seeing Amosta who looked like he was about to fall, Hagrid hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders.

"What's the matter, Amosta, you're acting like you've been caught in a stun spell?"

Behind Hagrid, Harry and Ron secretly exchanged glances, both sensing the confusion in each other's eyes, this Slytherin senior, who had defeated the powerful dark wizard who had invaded the school in his fifth year, why did the fierce man who had fought with Headmaster Dumbledore look weak?

"Oh, thank you, Hagrid, I may have gotten up too early in the morning and felt dizzy from the cold wind... Can you let go of my shoulder, I feel like my shoulder blade is going to break. ”

Amosta frowned and rubbed his temples gently, quietly digesting the sudden extra piece of information in his mind.

"It seems,"

After a while, Amosta finally felt better, his face returned to his usual face, and he smiled at the little wizard who was arrogant, arrogant, clever and especially blind in Professor Snape's assessment, and finally focused on the scar on his forehead,

"I seem to have met the famous Harry Potter?"

Ever since Harry entered the wizarding world, he had met many strangers he had never met, showing a keen interest in his scars, and he had become accustomed to it.

However, the thought that this man had been sent to Hogwarts to investigate the attack in the Chamber of Secrets, and that he was the rumored best choice for the Slytherin heir, Harry felt uncomfortable, as if the man in front of him would take out the handcuffs from his pocket and grab his hands in the next second...

Oh, no, that's how Muggle police do, wizards usually choose to collect the wand of the person who committed the crime first.

"Hello, Mr. Bryan, you're not mistaken."

Amosta's not-so-sharp gaze made Harry feel uncomfortable, and he subconsciously leaned closer to Hagrid, but when he thought about the other party's 'brilliant' record, the sense of security brought to him by Hagrid's huge body suddenly disappeared...