When will Hogwarts raise wages?

Amotha felt that if Lao Fu was not a demon, then her days at Hogwarts would just be attending classes and correcting homework every day, just like her dear dean, Professor McGonagall, and contributing to the education of the wizarding world throughout her life. , until she finds a successor, she can live a retired life of napping in the sun on a recliner and playing with cats.

Just like the civil servants who have an iron rice bowl.

And now...

She didn't know what to say.

Life is exciting, it can always bring you surprises when you are not prepared.

"Potter, uh, are you okay? Get up first."

Amosha watched Harry get up from the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner. After getting up, the boy did not forget to pick up the memory ball that fell under the desk.

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This matter starts from an hour ago.

An hour ago, Amosha was sitting in the office as usual, taking advantage of her free time without classes to read the newly bought Muggle serial novels with gusto, and by the way, she was eating chocolate mousse presented by Dylan.

Professor McGonagall personally selected this office for her when she joined the company. It was very close to the History of Magic classroom. The most important thing is that it is located in the right tower of the castle, close to the Forbidden Forest and a large lawn, with plenty of sunshine.

Dylan was very envious of this, because the office assigned to him by Snape was very close to the Snake Yard Lounge and almost belonged to another cellar.

"Is this the dean of someone else's family?" he complained quietly in front of Amosha angrily.

From then on, Mr. Di always liked to run to her office when he had nothing to do, euphemistically saying that he could get more sunshine.

"Have mercy on me, it's cold in the cellar, I'll get rheumatism! Hey, rheumatism!"

Ha ha.

Listen to his nonsense.

If it weren't for the fact that he would give her snacks when he came, she wouldn't have let him in.

It was the same this time. Neither of them happened to have classes, so Dylan shamelessly knocked on Amosha's office door with a newly made chocolate mousse.

With chocolate mousse, Dylan was allowed into Professor Weasley's office.

To be honest, the culinary gene of a flower grower cannot be underestimated. In all the years she has known Dylan, she has never seen him perform the feat of burning down the kitchen.

Amosha held her face in her hands and waited eagerly for Dylan to finish cutting the cake slowly.

Taking the small plate with the cake, she couldn't wait to scoop out a big spoonful and stuff it into her mouth. Suddenly, the cold hard chocolate cream suddenly turned soft and filled her entire mouth. However, the chocolate was not greasy at all. It's so addictive.

"It's delicious!" Amosha narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, like a well-fed kitten.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you next time." Dylan laughed and wiped the chocolate cream on her face with a tissue.

Today is a rare sunny day, and even the entire castle is shrouded in the sun, making the castle look golden.

The sunlight outside the window spilled into the room and onto the two of them.

Amosha was stunned and let Dylan wipe the cream off her face.

Dylan is undoubtedly good-looking.

Although he was just an exchange student in a foreign country at Hogwarts, he was comparable to her brother Bill, who was recognized as the most popular in the school.

Well, even far more than Bill.

There is no way, think about it, as a pure-blood who has been the number one in his grade for seven years, was elected prefect, student council president, and captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team without any suspense, and this person is also handsome. , it is said that his family has a mine, and his status in the flower gardening family is better than that of the Malfoy family in the UK...

Are you excited? ! How could this not be exciting? !

With these conditions, Dylan Lin was promoted to be the best husband-in-law at Hogwarts, the best representative of a good brother-in-law, the best representative of a good brother-in-law...

In the past seven years, there have been countless witches who were willing to be obsessed with him, crazy about him, and bang against the wall for him. Even when he returned to Hogwarts to teach, he also attracted countless people.

These violent winds and waves scared the client, Mr. Lin, to shivering. It took Amosha three barbecues to calm his supposedly weak and fragile mind.

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Back to the present.

Dylan folded the tissue with a natural expression and handed it to Amosha.

Amosha felt her face slowly turn red, coughed lightly, and took the tissue.

For a moment, the room seemed very quiet.

Their chairs were side by side by the window, and Dylan had a stack of parchment on his lap, which was newly translated ancient magic text.

Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, he bent down and read attentively, and the sunlight just shone on his face, forming a picture of tranquility over time.

Amosha hurriedly picked up the novel on the small table and forced herself to calm down.

This method worked very well. After half an hour, she was completely attracted by the content of the novel.

Just when Amosha thought that this was just an ordinary little gathering between their fellow villagers. Life's surprise for her has arrived.

Amosha was shrouded in the faint sunlight. Suddenly, a shadow slowly covered the page of the book, and its area became larger and larger.

She was about to look up when she heard Dylan next to her yell "Be careful!"

Before she could react, she only heard the sound of broken glass. In her peripheral vision, she only had time to see Dylan jump suddenly and throw away his precious information without hesitation. She was already in his arms, directly Throw yourself under the desk.

She was stunned in this warm embrace for a few seconds, and after Dylan threw her under the table, he quickly stood up, quickly pulled out his wand, and pointed it directly at the black object that smashed through the window.

"Who?!" Dylan looked at the "intruder" with an evil look.

Amosha struggled to crawl out from under the table and recognized the messy hair at a glance.

"Dylan! Don't fire! It's a student!"

Dylan calmed down and took a closer look at the little boy wearing a school robe in front of him. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he slowly put down his wand.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," he said lazily.

Harry stood up hurriedly, stood upright, and looked anxiously at the man speaking in front of him.

Damn it, he thought to himself, a professor who graduated from Slytherin would definitely be deducted points.

Harry's heart sank. During flying lessons, he used a broom illegally and might be expelled!

The savior classmate was so lost in his thoughts that he completely failed to see the two professors standing in front of him exchange a complicated look.

Amertha: Are they having flying lessons today?

Dylan: Then why did it fly to you? The plot collapsed? !

Amosha: What to do!

Dylan: Ask for Professor McGonagall.

Amosha: OK, I think so.

After making eye contact, the two looked at Harry again.

Harry was staring blankly at the two of them.

Seeing Harry's eyes looking straight at Amotha, Dylan understood that he was afraid of him, so he had no choice but to turn around and use his wand to help Amosha clean up the glass debris in the area.

Ignoring the glass shards on the floor, Amosa sighed and patted Harry on the shoulder, asking him to follow her with the broom.

Without saying anything, Harry took the broom and followed her out of the office. He didn't speak timidly until he thought Dylan wouldn't hear.

"Professor, where are we going?"

"Go find Professor McGonagall."

Harry's face turned white.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't make the decision, only the Headmaster can."

Amotha couldn't bear to see Harry's ashen expression, so she could only comfort him.

"Of course, you can tell me why you flew into the sky first. You know, you are only in the first grade. This is very dangerous."

Before Harry could finish speaking, the two of them saw Professor McGonagall rushing over.

Apparently, she clearly saw Potter's feat and ran straight for her.

"Potter!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry sternly.

"Minerva!" Amosha hurriedly pulled her aside and whispered.

After listening, Professor McGonagall just nodded and turned to the uneasy Harry.

"follow me."

Harry wilted and carried the broom and followed Professor McGonagall. Amosha could only give him a comforting look when he turned to ask for help.