On his first day back at Hogwarts, Amosta didn't give himself much work schedule, taking a leisurely nap in the morning, spending some time in the office in the afternoon refitting the panoramic telescopes that had been in Filch's office for most of the year, continuing to rest in the first half of the night, and taking advantage of the little wizard's rest in the second half of the night to put those telescopes back in place.

But it turned out that he was too naïve.

Just two hours after closing her eyes, back in her dorm room to wash up, Professor McGonagall, who had re-braided her hair, knocked on Amosta's office door with a pile of parchment with tables on it.

Facing the sleepy-eyed Amosta, Professor McGonagall's tone was full of excitement,

"This is the prefect's night patrol schedule reported by the president of the male and female student unions, and you need to look at it; This is the approval of the maintenance costs of the hunting grounds and castle in November, which were reported by Hagrid and Filch, respectively; This is Filch's updated list of prohibited items for young wizards; The application form for the admission of the 3rd to 7th year wizards to go to Hogsmeade on the weekend, you need to keep a copy here, oh, and this..."

Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall, who was so good that she walked on tiptoe, hurried away.

"Who am I, what am I here for..."

Confused, Amosta stood in front of his office, holding a three-foot-thick parchment and doubting his life.

"We are all your loyal supporters, Professor Blaine!"

At nine o'clock, Marcus, who had no classes in the morning, rushed into Amosta's office with a few Slytherin team members, and said to Amosta, who was sitting behind his desk frowning and studying the forms,

"We rushed here as soon as we heard the news, and if you wish, we can help you patrol the castle and keep the law and order!"

"Thank you for your support, Flint--"

Amosta wrinkled his eyebrows and said with a somewhat strange expression,

"But I'd prefer you to focus on Quidditch and your studies... If I'm not mistaken, you should have graduated from Hogwarts last semester, and by the way, how many years has the school not had repeaters? ”

Flint left, leaving with an embarrassed face.

At ten o'clock, Malfoy, who had finished his first lesson, knocked on the door with Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson, and threw out a "I'm glad to see you back, Professor," and then couldn't wait to smile evilly

"Potter doesn't seem to know what Blake did, Professor Brian, otherwise, I bet he'd have gone to Blake for revenge, oh, I wish he could, if it weren't for Professor Snape forbidding me to tell Potter this..."

Professor Snape forbade Malfoy from telling Potter that his mom and dad died because of Black's betrayal... Sure enough, Professor Snape's feelings for Potter were as complicated as he had imagined.

"I have to say--"

Wandering glances, Amosta pointed to Malfoy's bandaged arm hanging from his neck, and said kindly,

"Your new outfit is stylish, Malfoy."

Draco's face flushed, and he hurriedly pulled the leash down from his neck, acting a little restless, because it occurred to him that Hagrid's stupid big man seemed to be under the jurisdiction of the Director of Student Safety, which meant that he was currently framing Professor Blaine's men... In a trance, Malfoy remembered the eight-eyed spider in his dorm room...

"The Ministry of Magic has, has taken up the case, Professor... If you're not happy, I can ask my dad to drop the lawsuit..."

Malfoy stammered.

"I'm not going to interfere in this, Malfoy, whatever you want."

Amosta blinked, thought for a moment, and said.

Hagrid's fascination and indulgence of magical creatures is indeed a bit excessive, so that he often misjudges the danger of those creatures themselves, which had nothing to do with Amosta before, and he didn't want to interfere with other people's hobbies for some reason, but now that Hagrid is under the jurisdiction of the Security Office, Amosta thinks it's a good thing to take the opportunity to let him teach him a lesson, so as not to have such incidents in the future, and he doesn't want to interfere too much with Dumbledore of the Ministry of Magic to throw himself out to block the gun.

"I haven't had time to thank you yet, Professor Brian--"

After Malfoy left, several Hufflepuff Academy students who had been waiting outside the door for a while rushed in, and Justin Finchlerie said excitedly

"My mother didn't want me to go back to Hogwarts after she knew that I had been petrified for half a semester because of my Muggle ancestry, and that Gilderoy Lockhart was a big liar from the Daily Prophet, but I told her that the basilisk that petrified me had been dealt with by you, and that I was going to tell her that you were back at Hogwarts and that we were in charge of our safety, and I think she would be relieved about it!"

"I'm just doing my duty, Fenrieri."

Amosta said with a smile.

"You're sure you'll be able to catch Blake soon, Professor Brian..."

Hannah, who was a little apprehensive with two blonde braids, asked Amosta a serious question,

"Because of that Blake, I haven't been able to concentrate in class!"

At noon, Amosta was going to go downstairs to the auditorium to have dinner with the professors, but his subordinate Filch rushed in with a second-year Gryffindor wizard.

"Mr. Bryan!"

Filch, whose face was full of red light, said excitedly as if to show Amosta a rotten egg in a large cloth bag

"What do you think you should do if you catch a little nasty guy playing with big in the hallway?"

After glancing at the silent little wizard twice, Amosta held his forehead and sighed helplessly,

"How have you dealt with this situation in the past?"

"Confinement, sir, for at least three days!"

"Then do it, Filch."

Amosta waved his hand at him, motioning for Filch to leave his office with the bag of stinking dung eggs, and before leaving, he also told him that he didn't need to report such situations in the future, and that he could deal with them as appropriate.

"Professor!"

This time it was Percy and his little girlfriend Penelope, who wore a polished glittering badge of the student council president, puffed out his chest proudly in the admiring gaze of the beautiful Miss Crewatt and said,

"There's something I have to report to you!"

Hearing this solemn tone, Amosta, whose face was stiff with a smile, became more serious and cheered up.

"The Dementors at the entrances to the castle want to enter the castle to search for Blake, and they seem to think that Blake is still lurking in the castle."

"Does Headmaster Dumbledore know about this?"

Amosta asked, frowning.

"Oh, I reported to Professor Dumbledore last night," Percy moved his nose, "but Professor Dumbledore was adamant that the Dementors would not be allowed to enter the castle. ”

"In that case..."

"But you're the Director of Student Safety Office authorized by the Board of Trustees, and I think it's more appropriate for you to make the decision!"

Percy looked at Amosta with a sparkle in her eyes.

Young man, you have the potential to be a second or fifth boy, I am very optimistic about you...

"Professor Blaine, will you also be a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts this year?"

Penelope, who was clinging to Percy's arm, asked with interest.

The question... Are you cursing Lupin, or are you cursing me, Miss Clearat?

Amosta pursed her lips, tired thinking...



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