The day before the start of school, Amosta's office suddenly became lively, and early in the morning, Filch appeared outside his door, holding some documents that Professor McGonagall had ordered him to send to him for approval or filing, and among them, some of Filch's own personal belongings.

"There's no way I'm going to agree with you whipping a young wizard who breaks the rules, Argus."

Amosta gently wrenched his hands, and Filch, who was standing in front of him, said,

"You should know that these ancient punishments are no longer appropriate, they are forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, and even Dumbledore could not have made such a decision."

Filch nodded in frustration and walked out of the office without saying a word, but when he stood in the hallway, he immediately changed his face and excitedly smashed his left palm with his right fist.

Filch knew of course that Mr. Blaine was unlikely to agree to his request, that it was just a stopgap measure, and he hoped to distract Mr. Blaine from the parchment, but his ploy proved to be successful, and Mr. Blaine said nothing about his failure to keep the contraband he had collected from the little wizard!

"This old madman!"

Sirius, who turned back into a human body, said with disgust on his face,

"He always had trouble with adventurous kids."

"This assessment is not particularly courtier, and Filch loves this school no less than anyone else,"

Amosta said casually as he flipped through the papers,

"If it weren't for Filch, you'd find every corridor in the castle filled with the smell of stinking, and I think you would know exactly what those energetic little wizards could do."

Sirius's brow furrowed, and he shrugged innocently, not bothering about Filch's whims.

It wasn't long before there was another knock on the office door, and when it was opened, Hagrid, wearing the moleskin coat and carrying a small red umbrella, squeezed in.

"Oh, Professor, aren't you really thinking about getting a bigger door?"

Hagrid grunted.

"No one but you wants to get along with my jamb, Hagrid."

Amosta smiled helplessly.

Hagrid laughed a few times, and then handed over a piece of parchment with crooked handwriting, which looked even more obscure than the ancient magic words on the Slytherin locket and the Ravenclaw crown.

"I've got to get some medicine to get rid of the flesh-eating slugs, Professor, and all winter, these pesky guys have been ruining the vegetables in the vegetable fields."

"It's rare to have a magical creature that you even hate, Hagrid--"

Amosta made a joke, and then he had to ask Hagrid to read the words on the parchment himself, because after frowning and reading for a long time, he really didn't understand anything, and when he did, he signed his name on the invoicing without hesitation.

"Thanks, Professor—"

Hagrid nodded and said,

"I'll have to get the money to Professor McGonagall, and hopefully I'll be able to make it to the nine o'clock train, so maybe I'll be in time for tonight's dinner!"

Hagrid turned away, muttering as he went,

"Why don't the wizards build a bigger fireplace?"

Amosta, who heard him complain, smiled and was ready to continue his work, but before Hagrid could go out, something suddenly sounded and he suddenly shouted,

"Wait, Hagrid."

"Do you need me to help you with something?"

"It's not—"

Amosta shook his head gently,

"Actually, what I want to ask is, Buckbeak's question, hmm. Do you have a clue now? ”

To be honest, this question surprised Hagrid, because it was the first time Professor Bryan had asked about it since the Buckbeak incident, but when he said this, Hagrid's furry face immediately turned gloomy,

"The Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Organisms has scheduled the poor little guy's inquiry in mid-March, and I'm preparing the materials, and to be honest, I'm not very good at that, but fortunately, Hermione found time to write something for me during the holidays."

Amosta bowed slightly, he lowered his head and thought for a moment before he said in a deep voice,

"But you must know very well, Hagrid, that it's not a question of right and wrong, and it's unlikely that the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control will be completely in tune, Lucius Malfoy is making fun of you."

"I understand, Professor, but I."

Hagrid's eyes moistened, and his voice was thick nasal,

"I couldn't give up on that kid because of me, I thought he could be friends with the little ones to convince him to join my class."

"Hagrid is still the same--"

The suffocated Sirius did not miss every opportunity to express his opinion,

"Crookshans told me about the Hippogriff, why can't he secretly let Buckbeak go, as long as he doesn't leave the handle, with Dumbledore here, the Ministry of Magic can't do anything with him!"

"Maybe the experience of being fired made Hagrid more afraid of breaking the law—"

Amosta stood up and said, he was going to leave the boring pile of papers behind for a moment and go to the Great Hall for a delicious breakfast.

"But if you want to solve this, it's not that difficult, is it?"

Sirius revealed his purpose, "That bad embryo Malfoy has something to ask you for, maybe if you send Malfoy a message, he will immediately withdraw the lawsuit." ”

"I don't deny it."

Amosta nodded,

"But I don't want to help Hagrid solve his problems in this way."

Sirius was about to say something, but before he could say anything, he found himself transformed into a cat again, and the office door rang at the right time.

It was Harry, Hermione, and Ron who broke in, but there were far more than a few of them, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team, as well as Harry's dorm room, were blocked in the hallway, but they didn't follow up the office.

"I heard you're looking for me everywhere,"

Looking at the three little wizards who were happy when they saw him, Amosta said with a smile,

"I hope it's because of the concern, not because of the firebolt in your hand."

Harry scratched his face and laughed sheepishly.

"Oh, you've heard that, haven't you?"

After saying hello to Professor Blaine, Hermione couldn't wait to say what she thought,

"Who would give Harry a broomstick for nothing but you, I mean, it's no ordinary broomstick, it's worth more than the entire Gryffindor team combined."

"Not necessarily, Hermione!"

Ron immediately said unconvinced,

"Harry is famous, and his fans are no less than Lockhart!"

Hermione's face suddenly flushed at the mention of the swaggering Gilderoy Lockhart, and her admiration for Lockhart was one of the few 'stains' that could not be washed away.

Harry was accustomed to Hermione and Ron's daily bickering, and seeing that Professor Bryan had already told him what he meant, he directly handed over the firebow arrow, looking at Professor Brian, who was caressing the glorious ash handle of the firebow arrow, with anticipation in his eyes.

The Fire Crossbow Bolt is indeed an excellent flying broomstick, not to mention its exquisite materials, but the exquisite design of the magic corridor inside it also makes Amosta feel a little breathtaking.

"I don't see anything wrong with this broomstick, Harry, personal opinion, I think it's safe."

Not only in the office, but even in the corridor outside after Professor Bryan said this, a fierce cheer suddenly erupted.

"I knew it was going to be like this!"

Oliver Wood waved his hand fiercely and said excitedly,

"I'm going to see who else will stop us from winning this year!"

"Come and show me a hand on the playground, Harry!"

Across a wall, Harry's teammate Arya shouted for joy.

"I'm not questioning your level, Professor--"

Hermione frowned and glared at Amosta, seemingly dissatisfied with his conclusions,

"But it's a strange thing, isn't it, who would pay an entire year's salary to buy a broomstick like this for Harry!"

"Oh, come on!"

Ron didn't forget to hit Hermione in addition to being excited,

"You have to prove that you can't be wrong, do you?"

When the three of them left the office noisily, Sirius immediately asked in an earnest tone,

"Can I go see Harry train, staying with you all day, I feel like I'm in jail in Azkaban!"

"Of course no problem,"

Amosta's smile had an inexplicable meaning,

"I'm not going to keep you in the office all the time, if you think I'm too stuffy here, you can wander around the Forbidden Forest for a few days. Well, you don't need me to help you disguise, your Animagus form is perfect in itself, and of course, a dog that big on campus will be very eye-catching, and even more perfect if you can control your size. ”

"It's a deal!"

Sirius said happily,

"Size is not a problem, I have my own way."

Sirius took the form of a large black dog, and then, with a tooth-aching click of bone meshing, transformed into a small milk dog about the height of a low stool, and after wagging its tail excitedly at Amosta, it sprang out through the self-opening door, not to mention how cheerful it was.

And Amosta, who was resting on the edge of the table, stared at Sirius's figure and disappeared into the room, and the fingers on his thighs suddenly hooked, and in the void, there was a sudden sound of chains breaking.

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(End of chapter)