After all, the wizarding world is still a place where strength speaks, and since Professor Bryan easily brought down Fred and George in class, Amosta's reputation has surpassed that of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, and he has become the most feared wizard in the hearts of young wizards.

Just like just now, when he appeared in the prefect's bathroom on the sixth floor, the huge lavatory was like a vicious fire dragon rushing into the huge lavatory, and the prefects of each academy were hiding next to each other in a corner of the bath, and no one dared to make a sound during the entire washing process of Amosta.

It wasn't until Amosta, who had hastily solved the hygiene problem, sighed helplessly and left, that the atmosphere in the whole bathroom came alive.

"Why doesn't Professor Bryan go to the professor's bathroom?"

Oliver Wood, who had a large pile of colorful bubbles on his head, suddenly collapsed in the water, and looked at Percy, who had been looking at Amosta with reverence all along.

In fact, he wronged Amosta, not because he deliberately wanted to be majestic in front of the little wizards, but because he didn't know that there was a special bath for the professor in the castle, and Professor McGonagall didn't mention it to him when he arranged his office and accommodation, and even this bathroom was accidentally heard by Amosta when he was in school.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Amosta, who had cleaned up and changed into a clean wizard's robe, knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office and walked into the office under Dumbledore's 'eager gaze'.

"I think this is the first time you've come to my office since you returned to Hogwarts, right, Amosta?"

Behind his desk, Dumbledore put his hands under his chin and looked at Amosta, smiling stiffly, his bright eyes shining with relief.

Of course, I don't have to do anything to fool around with you!

This thought flashed through Amosta's mind, he was actually a very insecure person, and Dumbledore, as the only wizard who could pose a threat to his life at Hogwarts now, of course he had to keep his distance from Dumbledore.

"Actually, Headmaster Dumbledore--"

After greeting Dumbledore with a few words, Amosta slowly said what he meant,

"According to the progress of the lesson I planned, Headmaster, I plan to let them try to deal with some magical creatures by themselves according to the strength level of the little wizards in the three grades after the start of March, I don't know what you think?"

"You're the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Amosta, and you have every right to do it yourself." With a smile on his face, Dumbledore gave his reply very openly.

"Ahem--"

Amosta clenched his fist and coughed under his nose, his expression not so natural, "The problem is, what I plan for them to deal with, well... I think it's better to talk to you in advance. ”

Three minutes later, when Amosta explained his plan clearly, Dumbledore's expression was no longer so relaxed, but he frowned in annoyance,

"A radical and dangerous plan indeed, Amosta, you should know that the little wizards are limited, is this... This is indeed a deliberate decision. ”

"You can't produce any decent talent in a comfortable cradle, Headmaster Dumbledore, I know that the limit of the young wizards' abilities is there, but because of this, courage and determination in the face of danger are especially important, and since Professor McGonagall wants to see the young wizards improve in a tangible way, I think it's acceptable to take a risk."

For an old man like Dumbledore, there was no reason to be new and unheard of in front of him, except that the misfortunes that had occurred in his magnificent hundred years had forged his cautious character.

But in the end, Dumbledore showed his decisiveness.

"I'll go talk to Minerva about this, I'm sure she'll understand, but Amosta, to make sure there aren't any surprises, I'd suggest you call Severus with you during class, he's trustworthy..."

Amosta breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Headmaster Dumbledore for his support, while Dumbledore, who was in deep promising, said hesitantly,

"But as for the eight-eyed spider you mentioned, I think you should say hello to Hagrid first."

Amosta was stunned, but soon, he reacted keenly,

"You mean, those eight-eyed spiders were raised by Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest?"

After Dumbledore replied in the affirmative, Amosta shook his head and smiled bitterly,

"Hagrid is particularly fond of those large and dangerous magical creatures, I heard about them when I was in school, but I didn't expect that he would even be ugly like the eight-eyed spider... It's amazing how this creature that is unfriendly to wizards can be kept as a pet! ”

"Perhaps, it was his pure, unpolluted heart that allowed Hagrid to have the affection of the lovely creatures who shared the world with the wizards."

Dumbledore's speech was always so wise, and he smiled at Amosta, "But he did pay a lot of money for it..."

..........

An hour later, Amosta walked out of Headmaster Dumbledore's office with heavy steps, standing in front of the stone monster at the door of the office, the light of the torch on the wall hitting the center of his slightly furrowed eyebrows, portraying Amosta's expression extremely solemn.

Amosta, who had just asked Dumbledore for instructions on the magical creatures to be used in the class, didn't expect to hear such valuable information tonight.

Yes, Amosta had known that Hagrid had been expelled from Hogwarts, but he had never expected that the reason for Hagrid's expulsion was the eight-eyed spider he had met on the night before Christmas in his fifth year.

What surprised him even more was that this matter could still have something to do with the Chamber of Secrets and Voldemort!

No wonder Hagrid was so nervous when he met himself back to Hogwarts as an Inquisitor during the Christmas break before the start of the semester, and even misunderstood that the Ministry of Magic had sent him back, and Amosta's eyes flashed with realization.

Although Dumbledore did not say it explicitly, Amosta would not fail to hear what he said, fifty years ago, it was not Hagrid who opened the secret room, but most likely Tom Riddle, who reported Hagrid.

When Amosta asked what the origin of this Tom Riddle was, Dumbledore shocked Amosta with the answer, but when he came back to his senses, he took it for granted.

It was indeed logical that the Dark Lord was a descendant of Slytherin, and even Amosta suspected that Voldemort's relationship with Salazar Slytherin was probably not just a fellow traveler on the path of faith, but a much more intimate relationship...

Just like the crazy rumors in the castle before, Harry Potter and Slytherin have a blood connection.

"The possibility of the innate awakening of this unique talent of the Parseltongue is very small, it is most likely the hidden power in the bloodline, Slytherin may be the ancestor of Voldemort..., but the point is, Potter and Voldemort can also be related?"

Amosta contemplative restarting.

Dumbledore must have known better, but for various reasons, he didn't reveal it to Amosta, of course, the more he knew, the deeper he sank, and Amosta was happy to see that Dumbledore kept it a secret from him, rather than rushing to pull him into the water.

"Anyway, I still need to talk to Hagrid--"

Standing in front of the window of his office, quietly gazing at the firelight at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the thought crossed Amosta's mind.