After a night, with the help of Filch and Lupin, Amosta finally put the modified panoramic telescope back on, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry once again appeared in front of him in such a clear way.

In the second half of last night, the sky began to drift with fine raindrops, and it was not until the morning light gradually stopped, and by the time the faint sunlight could penetrate the gaps in the clouds, the time had come to ten o'clock in the morning, and the dazed Amosta stood at the window, still beaten by the cold wind mixed with the rich water vapor, to lift his spirits.

Turning around, a piece of parchment with the word 'Charter' on the head spread out on the desk, and where the paper was placed, was the signature of Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic.

Here's what Dumbledore had given him privately at the end of last night's dinner:

Concessions

I, the Minister of Magic, hereby grant permission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Amosta Blaine, Director of the Office of Student Safety, to monitor the conduct of all persons in the school, including but not limited to students, staff, Headmaster, and Deputy Headmaster, in public areas as approved by the Board of Trustees of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the Ministry of Magic in the event of a serious threat to the safety of the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This right expires immediately upon the threat of rescission, and a separate application is required for reactivation.

Cornelius Fudge

Staring at the words on the paper again, Amosta smiled silently.

To be honest, if it were last year's situation, Fudge would not have been able to sign such a ridiculous charter, once this thing spreads and is known to the wizarding world, then it means that Fudge's political career has come to an end, and he himself can directly pack up his things and prepare to step down.

But this year the situation was even worse, after all, Blake's escape from Azkaban was entirely the result of poor supervision by the Ministry of Magic.

If Blake hadn't been caught for a long time, or if anyone inside and outside the school had been clearly confirmed to have been murdered by Blake, Fudge would have happened the same way.

Of course, one of the reasons why Fudge is willing to do this kind of authorization is also that the authorized person is Amosta Blaine, who has a lot of affection for this young and promising wizard from donating the basilisk in the first half of the year to helping to take care of Harry during the summer vacation.

With a cup of steaming bitter tea, Amosta rested her ass on the edge of her desk, quietly scanning the dazzling images on hundreds of screens.

It was the first class in the morning, the castle was empty and there were not many people to be seen, and in the revolving tower, Dumbledore, who had also stayed up for most of the night, wore pajamas with a starry sky pattern, and went downstairs to serve hot chocolates, for fear that Filch, who would fail the KPI assessment, led his Lady Loris, who had suffered a lot, to walk around the corridor like the wind, trying to find the little wizard who violated the school rules, but in fact, there was not a single ghost in that corridor except for him and Lady Loris.

With the exception of a few exceptions, the ghosts mostly stay on their turf, whether it's the Chamber of Secrets or Black, and for them it's as trivial as guessing what kind of pudding the house-elves have prepared after the meal.

In the first half of the year, the purpose of Amostab's surveillance network was to find the Slytherin secret room heirs hidden among the little wizards, which required him to stay in front of the surveillance almost all the time, observing the little wizards who behaved unreasonably, but this time, it was just to prevent Blake from breaking into the castle, and those panoramic binoculars themselves also had their own alarm functions, which undoubtedly made his job much easier.

Jingle Bell--

The crisp ringing of the bell announced the end of the first class of the morning, and the professors remained in the classroom waiting for the next wave of young wizards, while the students had to hurry to pack up their things and rush to the next class.

Amosta, who had planned to sneak out of the secret passage closed by Filch to work on the experiments, had to wait a little longer for the young wizards to return to the cage before sneaking out.

Boredom's gaze locked on the surveillance footage, until the picture was clear again, Amosta spat out the tea foam, ready to leave, but...

Suddenly, a strange thing made Amosta narrow the corners of his eyes, and the steps he was about to take took were retracted again.

Gryffindor's first lesson this morning was Spells with Hufflepuff, and the second was Transfiguration with Slytherin, Amosta watched Harry and Ron rush into class, followed by Malfoy and Crabbe, Goyle and Daphne, Hermione hung far behind everyone, a little distracted into the classroom...

However, just as Hermione entered the Transfiguration class, far away in the corner of the corridor on another floor, another Hermione Granger suddenly popped up, she looked around, and ran into the ancient rune class in Bathsida Barbling's classroom in a panic!

What's the situation?!

Amosta straightened up, his sharp gaze locked on the door of the professor's classroom.

"Hermione, who followed Harry into Professor McGonagall's classroom... Sirius Black who drank the polyjuice decoction?!"

Amosta was stunned, but in a very short time he overturned this conclusion... It's not logical, there's no way Blake is still in the castle!

In a matter of seconds, several possibilities popped into Amosta's mind, but none of them was particularly plausible.

Amosta squinted his eyes and walked quickly to the monitor, and after waving his wand, the image on the monitor screen began to be reversed as if he had gone back in time.

Not two Hermione, but three!

There was also a Hermione Granger who followed the bustling crowd into Professor Victor's arithmetic and divination classroom!

Staring at Hermione Granger, who appeared at the door of the three professors almost at the same time, Amosta didn't say a word, his eyes became narrower and narrower, and his lilac pupils flashed with a solemn light!

Tuk, tuk, tuk....

As the minutes ticked by, Amosta gave up on going to the Screaming Shack to study the Blood Spell, his fingers tapping sharply on the tabletop, his eyes falling only on the door of the classroom of the three professors where Hermione was.

"Original--"

The memory of being sealed in Malfoy's dormitory resurfaced in Amosta's mind.

Every image in his memory, every conversation, flashed in front of Amosta's eyes with great clarity... Amosta never forgot what he remembered.

Just, try to avoid...

The butterfly effect, past and future, immeasurable impact...

Finally, after a long time, Amosta's tense face showed a somewhat inexplicable smile,

"It turns out..., that time turner is yours, Miss Granger..."

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