No Matter What, It Was Still Too Early for an Office

After leaving the Brain Hall, Andrew felt the lock imposed by that contract—none too powerful, but real enough to tell him exactly what kind of demon would be unleashed if he rashly brought it up to ordinary wizards.

More than a third of the people on the entire continent. Compared to them, even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named looks like a respectable wizard.

Andrew shook his head, though he was still in fairly good spirits.

"Speaking of which, Professor, does the Church still have those special metal daggers?"

"They do, but they don't dare use them openly. The nobles have risen again, and some Pure-blood families have collected quite a few as well. If I remember correctly, Voldemort once had an elite Death Eater named Bellatrix who liked to carry that sort of ancient weapon designed against wizards. But she's already in Azkaban."

Pure-bloods really do live long enough to accumulate everything...

Andrew shook his head. "So the Secrecy Law doesn't actually apply to the Church?"

"Of course it can't. We've been enemies for far too long."

Dumbledore shook his head. "All right, no more talk of this. Taylor, we're leaving the Department of Mysteries. Is there anything else you want to see?"

"Not for now, Professor. Are we heading straight back to school?"

"Of course, Taylor."

Dumbledore nodded. "There's something important we still need to do."

"Moving offices?"

Andrew looked at Professor McGonagall, feeling thoroughly miserable.

"Yes, your own office. The OWLs are over, so it's the perfect time for you to become a trainee professor."

Professor McGonagall looked utterly matter-of-fact. "Albus told me about it before he left, and I think it's quite suitable too. We can't have you keeping the title of office assistant forever—though, of course, you can continue helping out."

What was the difference?

Andrew was deeply