Huh huh --
The overcast sky darkened once again, covering the sky that had just cleared half a day ago. Fine drizzle, driven by strong winds, hit the window shutters. Without the protection of sunlight, the temperature of the castle, located next to vast forests and a wide black lake, dropped quickly. Although wizards with strong magic have higher resistance to cold and heat than normal wizards, it is unnecessary for Amorast to endure it. To make the room more comfortable, he lit the fireplace again after it had been extinguished.
After hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door of the office, Amorast finally enjoyed the leisure, standing by the window and gazing at the world in turmoil. Suddenly, he remembered the experimental materials left in his tent. Although there is illusion magic to cover it, it is still not safe to leave it there.
By natural means, the research on the Blood Curse spell once again entered his mind.
"Would it be appropriate to consult Dumbledore... With his mastery of white magic, he should be very proficient in dark magic."
Amorast hesitated within, but after careful thought, he decided it was best not to be too boastful. After all, what he was researching was even considered a rather sinister category within the realm of dark magic.
It's 3 PM now, and there's still some time before dinner. Amorast glimpsed a few times at the parchment papers on the table, which had only been turned over a few times, and he had no desire to deal with these "boring" matters. After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to the library to look for some information.
"I'm not sure if the head of student security office has the authority to borrow magic books from the restricted area, Amorast."
Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was a stern and extremely orderly witch. She did not look upon Amorast with favor and, in fact, refused to allow him to borrow books from the restricted section due to his loss of professorship.
"Alright--"
Amorast scratched his hair, somewhat reluctantly handing the "Deadliest Magic" to Mrs. Pince.
"I'll check back with Headmaster Dumbledore to confirm if I have this privilege, Mrs. Pince."
With a slightly resentful tone, Amorast said this and left with a wobble. originally, he planned to go back to his office and wait for dinner, but when he passed through the corridor, he suddenly thought of the professor he had never met before today, Snape. Feeling worried about his mental health, Amorast quickly made up his mind and quickened his pace towards Slitherin's underground room.
After knocking on Snape's office door, Amorast went in. As soon as he entered, he could smell a slight amount of toxic gas from the air.
Taking a closer look, he saw Snape professor alone processing the wings and claws of bilwig beetles in a cage, which shone with jade-like luster. These two were the ingredients for both Laughing Potion and Cure-All Potion, which Amorast had come into contact with during his fourth year.
"Why aren't you enjoying the well-earned rights in your own office, and why did you come here to mine?"
The blood and claws of bilwig beetles have toxicity, making Snape's face even more pale yellow as he looks at Amorast, who is dropping by. His corner of the mouth curls in sarcasm.
At the sound of Snape's signature sarcasm, Amorast immediately pushed his concerns aside and hurried over to stand next to the table, curiously eyeing the array of materials spread out before him, marveling with a "Wow."
"These ingredients aren't cheap, Professor. On the black market, they can sell for at least 300 galleons!"
"Your salary is based on Millie's, which is higher than mine, Amorast."
Snape said lazily.
"That's different, Professor."
Amorast said regretfully with a shake of his head, "I'm not like you, I don't have many opportunities to fill my pockets."
This time, Snape even omitted his sarcastic remarks.
Wizards like Amorast who are willing to show off their skills will always have plenty of people willing to throw galleons into their pockets wherever they go. However, he never does so. Snape knows the boy's style, and rather than saying that Amorast is principle-bound, it could be said that he treats making money as a form of leisure or enjoyment...
"Wait!"
Seeing that Professor Snape was not disheartened by being left behind, Amorast left on his own. But as he stood outside and turned to close the door, Professor Snape called out to him, speaking lazily.
"That werewolf has a third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class this Friday. Perhaps you can step in to help him out."
Amorast's face darkened. Miss Crivell, did someone put a spell on your mouth?
"Such opportunities to fulfill dreams are rare, Professor. Are you really going to give it up?"
Bang!
The office door automatically closed, leaving Amorast standing outside with a grimace on his face.
On a school day, every staff member in the castle is busy with their work. Even if they're not teaching, they're busy preparing lessons or teaching tools that will be used in class. To avoid looking like they're just wasting their time, Amorast had to trudge slowly back to his office.
Taking his time, he walked up to the third floor and, rounding a corner, he suddenly saw two young wizards standing in front of his office, hesitating. They seemed to want to knock on the door but couldn't because of the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on it.
"Potter, Weasley..."
Amorast smiled and waved at them. He quickly approached them.
"We have three classes today, Professor, so we're a bit late!"
Harry and Ron, with bright smiles on their faces, began to explain in a rush.
"I can understand..."
Amorast chuckled happily, regardless of everything, he had a more intimate relationship with Harry than others. In the morning, so many people came to visit him, but the three little guys never came to see him off. He was still somewhat disappointed.
As he opened the door, Amorast curiously asked,
"Why is it just you two, your good friend Miss Granger?"
"Hermione has a class in the fourth period,"
Following Professor Brian into the office, Ron's tone was a bit rushed as he scanned the familiar furnishings.
"And recently, we have some issues with her certain actions!"
Amorast walked over to the fireplace and poured two cups of tea for Harry and Ron. Hearing this, he smiled unconcernedly. The personalities of young wizards at this age are mostly sharp and lack the awareness of restraint. Occasionally, they have conflicts among themselves, which is quite normal.
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Let's sit down, the two little guys. What's going on?"
Another round of explanations, and Amorast finally figured out what had happened.
No wonder Hagrid hadn't been at the castle lately and had always been coming to see me; it's because of this, Amorast thought to himself.
Originally, Ron had hoped that Professor Brian would condemn Hermione's attitude of ignoring Hagrid's health. Seeing that Professor Brian had no intention of getting involved in this matter, Ron couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, he quickly forgot about it and joined Harry in discussing why he had unexpectedly returned to the castle and became the head of student safety office.
"Before, we only heard rumors, Professor--"
"With Professor Brian back at the castle and double security, we no longer have to worry, Harry said happily,"
"Dumbledore Professor seems to be dissatisfied with the frequent accidents that have occurred in the castle in recent years, so he is preparing to take some measures, but we have not found out what he is going to do!"
I can guarantee, if you drop out of school now, Mr. Potter, Hogwarts will never see any odd and strange things again---Amorast smiled without showing any emotion.
"Are you planning to re-activate those alchemical devices, Professor?"
It was Ron's turn to speak. He glanced at the black curtain on the opposite wall with a slightly respectful look in his eyes. Noticing Professor Brian's somewhat surprised expression, he quickly explained.
"This is Fred and George's speculation, Professor Brian. You might not be aware, but they have been very much looking forward to it!"
"............"
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