The faculty dinner was held in a very harmonious and warm atmosphere, and everyone including Amosta had a lot of alcohol, and Professor Trelawney, who had no control over the drink, became the first person to take care of Madam Pomfrey's 'business' this academic year.

She was carried out of the Great Hall by Madam Pomfrey and Madam Paces, and sent directly to the school hospital to sober up.

Severus glanced at Amosa before leaving, apparently trying to communicate something with him, and Amosta took in his gaze, but Professor McGonagall took the lead.

At the end of the dinner, Professor McGonagall, who had entered the working state, was not so kind to Amosta, she grabbed Amosta, who was about to talk to Severus alone, and under Dumbledore's smiling gaze, she couldn't help but pull him up the injured stairs and towards her office.

"It's just you, Amosta!"

Knowing that he was going to be criticized, Amosta acted honestly, sitting on a triangular stool on the other side of Professor McGonagall's desk, his back straight.

As soon as Professor McGonagall entered her office, she first pushed open the window of the room to let the cool air blow, and then walked to the fireplace to make tea, and said in a huff,

"Professor Victor returned to Hogwarts ten days ago, and even Professor Dumbledore hasn't been out three days ago, only you, Amosta, have so many things going on, but you haven't come back until now!"

"I also have a lot of things to deal with--"

Amosta pursed his lips and whispered, and then he was given a hard look by Professor McGonagall.

Although the semester had not yet begun, Professor McGonagall's desk was still filled with stacks of papers, and after handing the hot tea to Amosta, she rummaged through the stacks of papers before moving a stack of several feet thick to Amosta's front.

"It's about the Triwizard Tournament—"

Professor McGonagall said

"The specific items of the competition are currently top secret, and only the Ministry of Magic knows about them, but the ministry has sent a notice to Hogwarts to prepare the materials for building the venue before the first competition starts, and they have made a list for us to prepare according to the list."

"Shouldn't Hagrid do this job?"

Amosta smacked his lips and said unhappily.

"Oh, of course, I know you don't have time to run around to prepare these things, but. We don't have any money, Amosta, Hogwarts' annual funding for teaching activities is directly allocated by the school board, and all unexpected expenses need to be applied to the school board, the application report and list are here, I have already signed it, and then you and Dumbledore need to sign, okay, please finish this matter tonight! ”

Professor McGonagall grimaced, her lips pursed.

Looking at this large stack of materials, Amosta suddenly felt that he was starting to have a toothache, but when he suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed with contemplation, and he didn't complain too much,

"Alright, I'll make sure to get this done as soon as possible, and I'll go to Headmaster Dumbledore to sign it."

"And then there's the second thing, Amosta--" Amosta's attitude softened Professor McGonagall's face a lot, "It's about your PE class, Amosta, I'm not the only one who thinks your class schedule needs to be adjusted." ”

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not opposed to you letting the kids take a little time out of their day to get on the court and get active, Amosta, it's good for them, but as for the after-dinner class every other day, many professors have made a suggestion like me, and they think that this time is not reasonable enough, because that is the time when the little wizards mainly deal with their homework and pre-schoolwork, and in order to recover this part of the occupied time, the little wizards can only stay up late or fool around with their homework."

"I've considered whether to add this course to the elective course after the third year, but the way this course is being taught is still being explored, which means that it is not mature, so I don't plan to roll it out on a large scale in the short term."

Amosta said with a frown,

"If it's not scheduled in the evening, unless, on the weekend--"

"The time off is the children's own, and we don't usually choose to schedule formal classes at this time."

Professor McGonagall said decisively.

"And what do you suggest?"

It was a real headache, and Amosta threw it back to Professor McGonagall.

"My idea is still to schedule it for school day—"

Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought about this for a long time, and she said bluntly,

"Since you don't plan to include the course in the Hogwarts syllabus for the time being, it means that the number of young wizards involved in this class is fixed, I noticed that most of them are fourth-year students, you can pick a time to meet the time of most fourth- and fifth-year wizards, as for the older students who have passed the OWLS exam, they have relatively more time, of course, you can reserve the right to have an evening class."

At present, there is no good way to solve this problem, Amosta can only get the class schedule of all the young wizards, and choose a time that does not clash with their classes to teach, and the rest is really unavoidable, Amosta has to go and say hello to their dean and professor.

Interfering with other people's normal teaching is undoubtedly an offending thing, Amosta looked melancholy.

"One more thing, Amosta—"

Looking at Amosta, who was having a headache in arranging class time, Professor McGonagall's solemn expression suddenly became a little more unnatural,

"It's about the security plan you submitted to the International Confederation of Wizards, about the arrangements for the young wizards of the two schools to teach during the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts—"

"What's wrong?"

Amosa came back to her senses and looked at Professor McGonagall as she looked like she was speechless, and raised her brow in surprise.

"What do you think is wrong?"

"Oh, it's not a problem—"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, a little complaining in her tone,

"It's a rare opportunity, isn't it, I mean, to communicate with the little wizards from other schools of witchcraft and wizardry, but you arranged for Durmstrang students to take classes with Slattering, and Beauxbatons to Ravenclaw, you see, I'm the head of Gryffindor, Amosta, and I have to fight for this precious opportunity for the children."

Professor McGonagall's complaining look made Amosta cry bitter, he didn't choose Slytherin and Ravenclaw because of favoritism,

"This thing—"

Amosta rubbed his eyebrows,

"It's not that I don't give the young wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff a chance, Professor McGonagall, I made this plan at the time, mainly because the young wizards of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons came from far away to experience a completely different teaching style from what they were used to, and I think they would need a relatively peaceful learning environment."

Amosta stopped in the middle of his sentence, believing that Professor McGonagall would understand.

The little wizards of the two schools of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are more out of the box, and let them stay with the little wizards of the foreign schools, and you can imagine where their concentration will be, and what will be the results of the final exams.

Professor McGonagall frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded a little melancholy,

"Well, I have to admit that your considerations are justified—"

The two of them chatted about other topics related to teaching and competitions, and half an hour later, Amosta waved his wand, and the papers on Professor McGonagall's desk that needed to be worked on disappeared with a pop, and he was back to his own office.

Standing in the hallway, Amosta looked to both sides, and for a moment was a little unsure who to find first,

"Well, Dumbledore is a night owl, so let's go to Professor Snape's first--"

Amosta muttered and walked down the stairs.

(End of chapter)