This Hogwarts isn't normal.

At the end of March, Dumbledore called a meeting.

All employees, including Filch, had to participate.

The layout of the principal's office changed, becoming a large room with only a round table and benches.

Hagrid was the first to arrive and was able to get in without having to bend down.

"You're always the first to arrive, Hagrid."

He sat shyly on the right side, "A few naughty students haven't come out much recently.

I now get eight hours of sleep every day. "

Dumbledore looked towards the door with a smile, "Severus, how's your sleep quality lately?"

"Not bad." Snape sat on the left with an extremely uncomfortable expression.

Bat - The Potions Master's office was not invaded, and the Slytherin dormitory was peaceful again.

No matter how reluctant he was to believe it, he had to accept a very speechless fact.

The black swan does not cause trouble, which means the six little swans do not cause trouble.

Accept it, accept it,

He's a tough talker and won't admit it easily.

Mag and Mrs. Hooch came together.

Although they all had a straight face, anyone who looked at them knew they were in a good mood.

McGonagall sat opposite Snape, only a bench separated from Hagrid.

Dumbledore asked without hesitation: "Minerva, I have rarely seen you so happy."

"This is a great thing." She smiled at Snape, "The editor-in-chief of Transfiguration Today responded yesterday.

He said that Vincent's paper was of great reference value and planned to publish it next month. "

Her restless little hands made Snape's face look pale.

"I knew he could do it!" Hagrid laughed.

"That day he used branches to conjure up Gwent cards, and the finished product was exactly the same as the senior students."

Before Flitwick could enter the door, he heard laughter coming from inside.

He sat quietly next to Snape, smiling and silent.

Almost all professors have read Vincent's little paper.

It's all about rigorous data analysis, allowing little wizards to know more clearly their level of transformation.

Ten times is what a normal wizard can achieve, and every small improvement after that is the best explanation of the skill.

Mag, whose power is infinitely close to eleven times, is already a top existence in the world of magic.

Dumbledore, who was in his early fifteenth year, frightened the editor-in-chief of "Transfiguration Today" at that time.

All wizards know that he is very strong, and now they finally have concrete data rather than concepts.

"Albus, I plan to instruct him in human transfiguration next term."

"So soon? I thought you would wait until he was in third grade."

McGonagall looked at Snape again, "He said alchemy helped a lot.

Allowing him to control mana more delicately. "

Flitwick and Sprout, who had just entered, were both snickering quietly.

Such "humorous" words,

There was only one person in the whole room with a dark face.

He is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts.

Led the college to win the College Cup for six consecutive years.

Now he serves as a dual professor of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Severus Snape.

He flipped up his long hair with a chill all over his body and stared coldly at Mag's compliments one after another.

Ravenclaw students all have very good grades, and most of them are either "O" or "E".

Hufflepuff was originally at the bottom, and one Rolph plus Cedric changed the situation.

There are very few people in Gryffindor who love learning, but this year a top student and god of study suddenly appeared.

Slytherin was completely trashy.

Higgs, who is in the seventh grade, and Draco, who is in the first grade, combined are not enough to fight.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. The aura that he inexplicably exuded was colder than that of Professor Binns as a ghost.

Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, could no longer laugh.

Summer is almost here and it’s almost torture.

Only Trelawney can break such a polarizing scene.

She swayed to Mag's side in a daze, and her whole body fell limply.

Hagrid quickly pulled out the bench and let her lie firmly on it.

"Sibyl, are you still drunk?" Mag's face looked very ugly.

"Yes - no, this is all fate!"

Trelawney tilted her neck,

He stared blankly at Sinister and Bablin sitting down.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

Counting the three professors and two administrators who have not yet arrived, the huge Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has only sixteen official employees.

House elves are temporary workers,

The kind that even the principal can't fire.

She twisted her neck stiffly and looked unkindly at a certain professor who was getting double salary.

"Severus, my third eye tells me that you are about to face a terrible curse."

Snape didn't even bother to hum.

Trelawney does have real abilities, but it's better to listen to her when she's still sober.

Including Mag, no one took this prophecy seriously.

Only Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

The new professor must be confirmed as soon as possible.

Not long after Victor, Bubbaji, Filch and Mrs. Pince sat down, the last Kettleburn finally arrived.

His head was wrapped in a large circle of gauze, and the blood scab on the outermost surface was quite light in color. It was probably not long after the injury.

"Sylvanus, what's wrong with you?"

"N-nothing."

Seeing him hesitating, Dumbledore stopped asking any more questions.

Kettleburn was old, and it was normal for him to have accidents with missing arms and legs.

This old guy is probably going to retire soon.

Hey, wait——

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class can't recruit people, maybe because the position is so evil.

As long as you promise to work for one year, you can immediately transfer to the Care of Magical Creatures class to teach...

The most suitable candidate suddenly popped into Dumbledore's mind.

He fought against Gellert Grindelwald many times,

He is also a famous magical zoologist in the world of magic.

My grandson is still studying in school.

The textbooks are all written by him.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor belongs to none other than Newt Scamander!

At worst, he will teach in the last semester and Snape will teach in the next semester~

Everyone arrived, and Dumbledore, who had untied the knot in his heart, went straight to the topic.

"I think everyone knows that Mr. Wayne is organizing an outing for students to the Forbidden Forest, right?"

Snape grimaced and tried his best to express his disapproval.

There is no way, the official level will crush people to death.

Democratic voting will probably not work either.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at him, "I think this is a good opportunity to enrich students' knowledge of survival in the wild."

"All students—" McGonagall took off her square glasses, "Albus, I personally agree unconditionally."

The principal and vice principal both spoke, and Flitwick and Sprout immediately nodded in agreement.

"I object!"

Trelawney shook her heavy head, "My third eye tells me that one student will disappear because of this."

"Missing where?"

"Uh--on the edge of the Black Lake."

Mag pursed her lips, "Vincent's chosen outing location is the Forbidden Forest."

"It's all the same!" Trelawney screamed loudly: "His experience was too tragic. This accident will affect his life!"

Even though it was a relatively less terrifying prophecy, everyone present was unwilling to believe it to be true.

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