The Best Candidate for Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

At the end of March, Dumbledore convened a meeting.

All employees, including Filch, had to participate.

The layout of the Headmaster's Office has changed; it has become a large room with only a round table and a long bench.

Hagrid arrived first and was able to get in without bending over.

"You're always the first one here, Hagrid."

He sat shyly on the right side, saying, "Several mischievous students haven't been out much lately, and I'm able to sleep eight hours a day now."

Dumbledore smiled and looked towards the door. "Severus, how's your sleep lately?"

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

Bats— the Potions Class professor's office was not invaded, and the Slytherin dormitories were peaceful again.

Even if he didn't want to believe it, he had to accept this incredibly absurd fact.

Black Swan don't cause trouble, which means the six little ones don't cause trouble either.

He may accept it, but he's too stubborn to admit it easily.

McGonagall and Madam Hooch arrived together.

Although they all had serious expressions, anyone could tell they were in a good mood.

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

Dumbledore asked without any hesitation, "Minerva, I rarely see you so happy."

"This is great news." She smiled slightly at Snape. "The editor of Transfiguration Today replied yesterday."

He said Vincent's paper was very valuable and he planned to make it public next month.

Her restless little hands made Snape's face turn completely pale.

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

"That day he conjured up Gwent from tree branches, and the finished products were exactly the same as those made by the older students."

Before Flitwick even entered the room, he could hear laughter coming from inside.

He sat quietly next to Snape, smiling but saying nothing.

Almost all the professors had read Vincent's short paper.

The rigorous data analysis allows young wizards to better understand their Transfiguration skills.

Ten times is the level that a normal wizard can achieve; every small increase thereafter is the best illustration of the skill.

With a power nearly eleven times greater than McGonagall's, he was already a top-tier figure in the Britain Wizarding World.

Dumbledore than fifteen times larger than the original, startled the editor of "Transfiguration Today".

All wizards knew he was very strong, and now there were finally concrete figures instead of just concepts.

"Albus Dumbledore, I plan to guide him in Human Transfiguration next semester."

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

McGonagall looked at Snape again. "He said Alchemy had been a great help, giving him a more refined control over magic."

Flitwick and Sprout, who had just entered, were both quietly chuckling to themselves.

Such "humorous" words left only one person in the room with a dark expression.

He is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts.

He led the college to win the House Cup for six consecutive years.

Currently, he serves as a dual professor for Potions Class and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Severus Snape.

He felt a chill run down his spine and tossed his long hair aside, coldly watching McGonagall's endless flattery.

Ravenclaw students generally have excellent grades, with most receiving either an "O" or an "E".

Hufflepuff was at the bottom, but Rolf Gadrick changed everything.

Gryffindor rarely has students who love learning, but this year a top student and genius suddenly emerged.

Slytherin, on the other hand, was utterly hopeless.

From Higgs in seventh grade to Draco in first grade, they weren't even enough to fight him.

The more Snape thought about it, the more agitated he became, and the aura he inexplicably exuded was even colder than that of Professor Binns, who was a ghost.

Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, couldn't laugh anymore.

Summer is almost here, and it's just torture.

Only Trelawney could break this polarized situation.

She staggered to McGonagall's side, her body going limp as she collapsed.

Hagrid quickly pulled out a bench and gently laid her down on it.

"Sybill, are you still drunk?" McGonagall's face was very ugly.

"No—no, it was all fate!"

Trelawney tilted her head and stared blankly as Sinistra and Burbage sat down.

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

Including the three professors and two administrators who had not yet arrived, the huge Hogwarts only had sixteen full-time employees.

House-elf are temporary workers, the kind that even the principal can't fire.

She stiffly twisted her neck, giving a disapproving look to a professor who was receiving double pay.

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

Snape didn't even bother to hum a sound.

Trelawney is indeed very talented, but it's best to just listen to her when you're still relatively sober.

No one, including McGonagall, took the Prophecy seriously.

Only Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

A new professor needs to be appointed as soon as possible.

Not long after Vector and Burbage, Filch Madam Pince sat down, Kettleburn finally arrived.

His head was wrapped in a large bandage, and the outermost scab was still quite light in color, so he was probably injured not long ago.

"Silvanus, what's wrong?"

"No—it's nothing."

Dumbledore did not press the matter further.

Given Kettleburn's age, it's not surprising that she had an accident, given her missing limbs.

This old fellow is probably nearing retirement.

Wait a minute—

The Defense Against the Dark Arts is struggling to fill its quota because the position is considered rather sinister.

If you promise to work there for a full year, you can immediately be promoted to professor of the Care of Magical Creatures...

In an instant, the most suitable candidate popped into Dumbledore's mind.

He had faced Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald multiple times.

He is also Magizoologist Wizarding World.

My grandson is still in school.

He wrote all the teaching materials.

The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is none other than Newt Scamander Scamander!

If all else fails, he can teach last semester, and Snape can teach next semester.

With everyone present, Dumbledore, having resolved his inner conflict, got straight to the point.

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

Snape, with a sour face, vehemently expressed his opposition.

There's no way around it; a higher-ranking official can have absolute power.

Democratic voting is also highly unlikely to work.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at him. "I think this is a great opportunity to enrich students' knowledge of wilderness survival."

"All the students—" McGonagall removed her square glasses, "Albus Dumbledore, I personally agree unconditionally."

With both the principal and vice-principal speaking, Flitwick and Sprout immediately nodded in agreement.

"I object!"

Trelawney shook her heavy head. "My Third Eye tells me that a student will go missing because of this."

Where did you go missing?

"Uh—by the Black Lake."

McGonagall pursed her lips. "Vincent has chosen the Forbidden Forest as his picnic spot."

"It's all the same!" Trelawney screamed. "His ordeal was too terrible; this accident will affect his entire life!"

Even though it was a relatively mild Prophecy, no one present was willing to believe it was true.