The three young wizards of Slytherin House have been discharged from the hospital after being injured in a series of incidents, while the beloved Headmaster Dumbledore and the recently famous Professor Bryan have returned to their respective posts, and most importantly, Sirius Black, who has been in the spotlight for nearly a year, has actually become the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

With so many major changes coming in one night, it's been a long time since the little wizards have been so excited.

Even though their stomachs had been stuffed with all kinds of delicious food, the little wizards were still hovering in the auditorium and did not want to leave, they looked at the faculty table, talking to the professors of other classes, and the smile on his face did not fade all night, Professor Blake, who was talking about the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

There are many points to be discussed on this topic.

For example, would Professor Black teach them the magic of Azkaban's prison escape, for example, how well did Professor Black teach better than the previous Professors Lupin and Brian, for example, Professor Black was Harry's godfather, and he would certainly not turn a blind eye to the injustice that Harry suffered in Potions class, would he?

Pull Professor Snape out of the basement and beat him up?

Because of these things, the little wizards quarreled, and Ron had faith in Sirius, and he swore that Sirius would press the old bat's head into the Black Lake to avenge Harry, and wash his hair properly, even if he had seen with his own eyes how Snape dismantled those werewolves in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry had been staring at the faculty table all night, his eyes constantly resting on Dumbledore, Professor Blaine, and Sirius, and his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of security, which made him extremely happy, even though he knew that Sirius probably didn't have the ability to let Snape wash his hair in the Black Lake, he was still amused by Ron's portrayal.

New colleagues deserve more attention.

Sirius was at the faculty table, and Amosta was talking to Dumbledore about something important.

"--The first and second year little wizards are still in the foundation stage, I don't plan to let them get involved for the time being, starting from the third grade is a more suitable plan, the third and fourth grades, and the students who go up need to face the OWLS and NEWTS exams, which will occupy a large part of their energy, of course, after the convention is formed, the senior and talented little wizards will enter my intensive class according to their personal wishes"

Amosta told his plan, but it was strange, and Dumbledore, who was listening carefully, looked very solemn,

"Do you think this is necessary, Amosta my opinion is more inclined to be held in the form of clubs, such as Minerva's Transfiguration Club, Severus's Potions Club - this method has been around at Hogwarts for a long time and is more acceptable-"

Amosta fell silent, he condescendingly looked at the jubilant Great Hall, at the smiling green faces, and after a while, he continued to patiently convince Dumbledore,

"It's necessary, Headmaster Dumbledore, Hogwarts has to teach them a little bit of real skills, they have to really teach them to protect themselves, as times change, magic tends to serve everyday life, and that's right, but some ancient skills are far from being abandoned."

Snape left the Great Hall in the middle of the dinner, and Amosta, after convincing Dumbledore to accept his new lesson, glanced at Sirius, who was enjoying himself, and quietly stepped back from the table.

As soon as you walked out of the auditorium, the noise faded away, and the whole world fell silent.

Amosta didn't rush back to his office, he walked up a few floors up the spiral staircase, and then, aimlessly, walked down the quiet, ancient and mysterious corridor.

The light of the torches hanging from the stone walls of the hallway melted in the bright moonlight, and the evening breeze comfortably wandered among the rows of Hogwarts buildings, and at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid, who had returned to the hut to take care of Fangfang, had lit the candlelight of the cabin, and Hogwarts was back to its former peace and tranquility.

Perhaps because he was accustomed to the atmosphere of Hogwarts, Amosta, who had been riddled with mundane things some time ago, enjoyed this hard-won comfort.

He had been thinking about what he had said to Dumbledore in the Great Hall for some time, and it was Draco's request to see him in the hospital that made Amosta, who had been a little hesitant, decide to push his plans further.

The wizarding world has been peaceful for a long time, and the vast majority of wizards born and raised in Si abandon those offensive skills, except for some magic related to their own work.

Amosta had deep contact with the Ministry of Magic during this time, and he saw very clearly that the Ministry of Magic, which governs all wizards on the surface and has hundreds of employees, can play a very limited role in the conflict except for the name of righteousness.

Think about it, in the Ministry of Magic, there are only a dozen Aurors in the Auror office under the leadership of Rufus Scrimgeur, and the strength of these Aurors is only formal wizards according to the division of ancient wizards, and there are only two or three of them who can touch the threshold of court wizards.

With such a weak force to maintain the peace of the wizarding world, Amosta can only say that the British wizarding world has not had a major mess so far because of Dumbledore, a half-cut old guy.

But luck will not always favor the wizards who live in this land, they will eventually encounter problems that they do not want to face but have to face.

Not only was Dumbledore cautious about training young wizards, but even Amosta, who was pushing for the matter within the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, was hesitant.

It is true that, on the surface, training the young wizards behind them will improve their ability to protect themselves, but giving them the means of killing and war again means also pushing them towards killing and war

These are a group of underage wizards who are supposed to be protected, but sadly, the wizarding world has no ability to protect them in the heat of conflict, so they are forced to protect themselves.

"Good evening, Professor Blaine—"

Amosta quietly walked through one arched window hole after another, thinking about his thoughts with a calm face, when suddenly, a young but somewhat ethereal and free voice appeared and greeted him.

"Good evening, Miss Lovegood--"

Amosta replied casually, and he continued to walk slowly forward in his thoughts.

But, after a few steps, Amosta suddenly stopped, and he looked back at the little witch by the window, who had her wand clasped to her ear, staring intently at the night sky.

Interesting--

For a wizard like Amosta, it was almost instinctive to converge on breath and tracks, and when he just passed behind this little witch, he didn't make any movement, so how did this little witch who didn't look back find out?

Amosta didn't intend to hide his doubts, he took a few steps back and asked gently,

"How did you find me passing behind you, Miss Lovegood?"

"It was the harassing fly who told me, Professor Brian--"

When Luna turned around, Amosta noticed that the little witch had a necklace made of butterbeer caps around her neck.

"What?"

Amosta frowned.

"Harassing flies, they're always floating around in my ears, and when you got close, they all flew away, and I guess they're scared of you—"

Amosta swept around with a magical gaze, but found no magical creatures that could hide their figures.

If it weren't for the serious glint in Luna's silver eyes, Amosta would have thought that the little witch was playing tricks on herself, harassing the fly.

Looking at the little witch in front of him who exuded a cold and ethereal aura all over her body, Amosta's eyebrows moved slightly, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Miss Lovegood, you're a Ravenclaw sophomore, aren't you?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Amosta nodded thoughtfully,

"So, Miss Lovegood, I have recently had plans to run an unprecedented teaching course among the young wizards in the third and fourth years, and I think you have an extraordinary gift, I wonder if you would be interested in taking part in it?"

(End of chapter)