When will Hogwarts raise wages?

Amosha knew that Dylan had deducted Malfoy's points at noon that day.

In fact, most Gryffindors and Slytherins already knew it, it just hadn't spread among Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws yet.

This caused some subtle changes in Dylan's image in their hearts.

Amosha was very supportive of Dylan's behavior. She told her that Malfoy deserves a beating, but he is only in his second year. If he is restrained properly, he should still be able to be saved, and he will not be forced to work for Lao Fu early. .

After Snape found out about this, he symbolically imprisoned Malfoy for two weeks, and then nothing happened.

Amotha didn't know how Snape handled this matter, but she felt it was better than she thought. At least Snape didn't let Malfoy go.

At this moment, she was sitting in the office, and Audio-Technica was sitting opposite her, eating her newly made strawberry cake.

In the past few days, they visited Amosha's office frequently, eating and drinking, and asking her about Dylan in a roundabout way.

At first, Amosha felt a little "thump" in her heart, thinking that they knew that she and Dylan were talking about someone.

After some probing, Amosha felt that she had thought too much. How could these little beans know?

They just want to gossip.

Well, Amotha really didn't know what Harry witnessed last year.

"Okay, you are so curious about him, you might as well choose his class next year." Amosha said to them, "You should remember that not all Slytherins are supporters of that person. Look Don’t make things too one-sided.”

Seeing that Amosha didn't want to say anything else, the three of them had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, they didn't forget to take away the remaining strawberry cake. Amosha didn't stop them, but also packed their bags for them very thoughtfully.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting on the sofa very obediently, waiting for Amosha to pack their bags. At this time, the office door opened.

Dylan walked in.

"Dylan?" Amosha was a little surprised when she saw him.

"I have something to tell you."

"Okay, but you have to wait a moment." She pursed her lips in the direction of Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Dylan's expression was very serious. He looked in the direction of Amosha and found Iron Triangle sitting on the sofa.

"Professor Lin." The three people greeted him awkwardly.

Dylan's mind was not here and he sat directly in another armchair, waiting for Amotha.

Harry, Hermione and Ron felt something was wrong, so they took the carton containing the cake and ran away quickly.

"What's wrong?" Amosha cast a few spells on the door and turned to ask him.

"Amosha, are you ready?" Dylan stared at Amosha and said slowly, "It's almost Halloween. Recently, I have been patrolling at night and found that he has let the basilisk wander out several times. .”

Amosha's hand that was pouring tea shook, and the tea splashed out of the cup, leaving some dark marks on the tablecloth. But she quickly regained her composure, pulled out her wand, and cleaned up the tea that had spilled on the tablecloth.

"He didn't notice you, did he?"

"Of course not." Dylan took the tea cup, took a sip, and continued:

"I'm here to tell you this. Don't worry, aren't we already prepared?"

"Yes, we're ready," she repeated, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"Also, Ginny is involved this time." Dylan held Amertha's hand, "I know you don't want to see her in danger, but right now we can't find a better candidate to take her place in the secret room. So, you have to calm down, otherwise Tom in the diary will find out and it will break away from the plot."

"I understand." Amosha took a deep breath and held her tea cup tightly with her other hand. She was so hard that her fingertips trembled slightly.

"I won't do anything stupid," she was forced to assure him.

After Dylan left, Amosha took another sip of hot tea, took out the small wooden box given by Grandma Lin from her storage bracelet, and placed it in the most conspicuous place on her desk.

She slumped in the armchair, staring at the small wooden box on the table, and unconsciously touching the pendant around her neck with her fingers.

Sometimes, Amosha still trusts her instincts.

Judging by how often she drinks magic stabilizer, if her and Dylan's plan succeeds, the Basilisk can be killed as soon as the end of May without delaying the final exam (key point).

That night was the day of Amosha's night patrol.

She held the wand tightly in her right hand and obediently took the stone Dylan gave her. At this time, it was tightly held in her left hand.

Generally speaking, there are certain "gains" from Amosha's night patrol. Although most of the students caught were Fred and George, this did not prevent her from deducting points. No matter which college they were from, they were all treated in the same way.

Hogwarts is really eco-friendly because no candles are lit after curfew and the entire castle is pitch black.

Amosha wore luminous glasses and walked forward slowly. The portraits on the wall were all asleep, making slight breathing sounds. Occasionally, the armor next to the wall would shake from time to time, making the sound of metal collision.

In her first year at Hogwarts, Amosha didn't dare to go on night patrol alone, so when scheduling shifts, Professor McGonagall or Dylan would usually accompany her.

Merlin, even before she graduated, she had been to Gryffindor nights out many times, but she never did it alone!

Amosha gradually got used to patrolling in the dark castle at night, but this year is different! Think about it, when you know that there is a basilisk wandering around in the castle, do you really become calm?

At this moment, Amosha was no longer calm.

Because the stone she was holding tightly in her left hand began to heat up, and at the same time, there was a slight friction sound in the distance.

It was the sound of the basilisk advancing.

In an instant, she felt her heart beating violently, the blood all over her body coagulated, and her brain went blank for a moment.

Amosha stopped her progress and moved very slowly towards the wall, holding the wand tightly in her hand.

It doesn't matter, she comforted herself. Even if she were unlucky enough to run into a basilisk, and she was still wearing luminous glasses, the worst outcome would be to be petrified for a year.

Thinking of this, Amosha pressed herself against the wall, breathed lightly, and concentrated on feeling the heat of the stone in her hand.

After an unknown amount of time, the heat on the stone slowly receded, and the temperature became as cold as Amosha's hand.

Safe.

Amosha's body went limp all of a sudden. She used her last strength to send a patronus to Dylan, and then slowly slid to the ground.