The last day of January happened to be the weekend, and the weather was fine today, with the bright sun shining on the sparkling lake at eight or nine o'clock, and the newly sprouted buds of willow trees and the verdant lawn on the shore of the lake swayed in the spring breeze, and the air was filled with the quiet and pleasantness of the years.

On the playground, the four house teams, dressed in very different styles and colours, appeared at the Quidditch pitch at the same time, and after some difficult and even heated negotiations, they each took a corner of the pitch and practiced the team's tactics.

However, in order not to divulge the core secrets, except for the full-eyed Hufflepuff, none of the other three showed their true level for the opponent to taste.

It took two days to finally adjust his biological clock, and Amosta stood in front of the window, looking out at the vibrant Hogwarts, letting the breeze stir his soft gray hair, and his mood was rare and happy.

He made up his mind that if he encountered any commission that required continuous night shifts, the commission fee would be two percent higher than the market price.

As he walked through the castle, the young wizards he met along the way looked at him in amazement, for almost everyone knew that the inquisitor sent by the school board was a man with similar habits to bats, never appearing during the day, and only preferring to be active at night.

The probability of seeing him during the day is even lower than the probability of spotting a troll in the castle.

In the auditorium, there were sparse students sitting late, and at the faculty table, Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape were sitting together and talking quietly, and when he saw Amosta walking towards him, Professor Flitwick immediately stood up from his stool and congratulated him,

"We're talking about you,"

Flitwick lowered his high-pitched voice, "We've heard this gratifying news from Minerva, Amosta, and we all think you're up to the job. ”

"If you show your true level, Amosta."

Professor Sprout lifted the patched, dusty hat on his head and quipped with a smile, "Of course, as long as you're willing to put out one-thousandth of your strength, you're definitely better than some grandstander." ”

The three professors in front of him are all teachers of preaching and teaching, and Amosta's attitude towards them is still very kind, he smiled and thanked him, and then said modestly,

"Education is a vast and profound science, and it is one thing to have knowledge yourself, and it is another thing to pass it on to young wizards well, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, I am sure that I cannot compare with the two of you who are experienced."

Amosta's clever compliment made the two of them very happy, and Flitwick turned his head to look at Snape, who pretended to be unfamiliar with Amosta, and smiled,

"Severus is going to be disappointed, isn't it, I don't remember how many times you've lost the race for this teaching position, and now, you've lost to your protégé!"

"Maybe Severus is used to this kind of defeat?" Professor Sprout's mending knife made Amosta, who was eating toast, laugh.

Snape's face darkened, and he snorted,

"There's nothing to be proud of being a professor in this course, Amosta, it's only a skill to be able to leave this faculty safely."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it, Professor." Amosta's smiling response darkened Snape's face even more.

After a light-hearted breakfast, they dispersed and made an appointment to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar for a drink or two.

Instead of returning to her lodgings, Amosta arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, an apparently pre-booked meeting, and when Amosta knocked on Professor McGonagall's office door, she showed no surprise.

"Oh, thank goodness, you're finally here!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips slightly in grumbling.

Perhaps because the heirs of the Slytherin Chamber didn't make a fuss and everything was in order, Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a much better mood and complexion than during the Christmas holidays,

"Anyway, Amosta, I have to thank you, there are a few kids in the upper grades who have always dreamed of becoming an Auror after graduation...

You know, when an Auror needs to have at least five N.E.W.T.S, including Defence Against the Dark Arts, if they follow Gildero's teachings, then these children will have to face their shattered dreams in advance! ”

"I can only do my best, Professor McGonagall,"

Amosta smiled bitterly and agreed,

"But please don't expect so much from me, you know, I've never been very good at exams, let alone helping young wizards pass them, and if there's any clues about the secret room incident, I'm sure I'll have to deal with it first..."

"Oh, we've all seen what you're capable of, Amosta," Professor McGonagall said, praising her chin unhappily, "I think you really need to change your overmodesty... As for the secret room, oh, I can't take care of that, Amosta, just let Headmaster Dumbledore worry about it... It's time for him to get down to business, too..."

What can Amosta say, he can only continue to smile bitterly.

"That's what I think about the assignment between you and Gildero."

When it comes to work, Professor McGonagall has a completely different attitude, and she says with a very serious expression,

"At the moment, the most urgent need for your help are the children in the fifth and seventh grades, who are about to face the two most important exams of their lives, and their fate is at stake, Amosta, I want you to divide the work with Gildero, he will be responsible for teaching from the fifth grade and you will be in charge of the fifth to seventh grades."

Amosta muttered and didn't speak, Professor McGonagall's distribution plan was indeed reasonable, but contrary to his original intention of accepting this position, if he couldn't reach a few people in the protagonist group, then what was the point of his effort?

"On this issue, Professor McGonagall, I think it's better for me to discuss it with Professor Lockhart first..."

In the end, Amosta did not give a clear reply.

After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Amosta went to see Professor Lockhart non-stop, tomorrow was the new week, he had to finalize this morning, and then use the afternoon and evening to make a little preparation, even if his motives for becoming a professor were not pure, but he didn't want to make a name like Professor Lockhart's.

Speaking of Lockhart, Amosta couldn't help but feel very strange.

What kind of teaching method can win the unanimous 'praise' of all the professors and most young wizards at Hogwarts, and even Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore have pulled down their faces and asked him to 'come out of the mountain'?