Since the eccentric Lockhart was taken away, Hagrid moved the roosters back to their original henhouse.
Silan walked out of the castle and turned into the chicken coop.
After selecting three spirited roosters and packing them into his Suitcase, Silan prepared to return to the castle.
As he walked back along the path, he suddenly saw a strange figure emerge from Hagrid's Hut in the distance and limp into the castle.
Hagrid looked somewhat excited, rubbed his face at the doorway, and paced back and forth.
Upon seeing Silan, Hagrid called out to him in his loud voice.
"Hey, Silan!"
Hagrid waved his oar-sized arm at Silan, the sound echoing like a boulder crashing to the ground.
"Here, here!" Hagrid called out in a deep voice, "It's been a long time, Silan!"
I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me.
"No, that's not true, Hagrid." Silan walked up to Hagrid and explained, "There's just been too much going on lately."
"Oh, I was just kidding, don't mind me." Hagrid cupped his stomach with both hands and winked at Silan.
I've heard about what happened in the Great Hall.
"Honestly, I have to thank you. You probably have no idea how important this is to me!"
"After all these years... I was almost ready to give up..."
Hagrid, as excited as a prisoner who had been exonerated for years and was finally able to see the light of day again, stretched out his large, fan-like hand and kept patting Silan's shoulder.
Fifty years ago.
After Tom Riddle first opened the Chamber of Secrets, released the Basilisk, and killed Myrtle, he framed Hagrid for it.
That's why Hagrid was fired.
At the same time, the Ministry of Magic also banned the use of magic.
But now Lockhart has been taken away, and Tom Riddle's Diary has been handed over to Dumbledore.
This led to a turning point in what happened back then.
Although the Ministry of Magic's ban has not been lifted, Hagrid used this to prove to Dumbledore that he had not trusted the wrong person.
That alone was enough to make Hagrid happy.
"I'm so happy for you, Hagrid."
Silan took a step back without making a sound, and stretched her sore shoulders slightly.
Luckily, the ground beneath my feet wasn't sand, otherwise those slaps would have driven me into the sand like nails.
"Thank you, Silan!" Hagrid laughed heartily, then asked excitedly, "Oh, and there's more good news! You can guess what it is."
Silan glanced in the direction of the castle and slowly said, "I guess you're going to become the professor of the Care of Magical Creatures."
"My God! How did you know?" Hagrid's eyes widened in disbelief.
He had originally intended to keep her in suspense and pique Silan interest.
"Have you forgotten? I told you before," Silan continued with a smile, "We even made a bet."
"Ah! I almost forgot." Hagrid slapped his forehead.
He did recall that such a thing had happened.
Back then, Silan was just a first-year wizard, and Hagrid couldn't believe it when he told this story.
"But how did you know?" Hagrid asked.
"I've seen it," Silan said truthfully. "Before I enrolled in school, he made a living by Divination."
Neither of these statements is a lie.
However, Silan's way of "seeing" is somewhat unique.
"Your Prophecy was incredibly accurate!" Hagrid exclaimed loudly, then lowered his voice and said, "It was even more detailed than Professor Trelawney's Divination!"
"Oh, she's always talking nonsense, spouting vague Divination."
"Perhaps you could take her class when you're in Third Year; you might have the potential to Seer."
Silan neither confirmed nor denied this.
He used to be a charlatan; all his Prophecy and Divination were nonsense.
Prophecy is a mysterious and elusive skill.
Professor Trelawney does indeed possess the ability to Prophecy, but this ability is beyond her control.
As for Divination...
Professor Trelawney's Divination skills are as high as Voldemort's nose.
He'd rather brew two more Potions than waste time on this course.
"I must say, you guessed absolutely right!"
Hagrid, hands on his hips and chest puffed out, glanced at Hogwarts Castle and then said, "Professor Kettleburn just came to see me. He said he can't take it anymore. He wants to resign and enjoy the rest of his old bones."
"So he was going to recommend me to Dumbledore to be the professor of the Care of Magical Creatures."
Hagrid's voice became embarrassed as he finished speaking.
He asked hesitantly, "Do you think Dumbledore will agree?"
"Don't worry," Silan said. "Dumbledore trusts you the most; that's obvious."
"Yeah?"
Hagrid chuckled and tugged at his clothes, trying to make himself look more dignified.
"Of course, you're the perfect professor for this course."
Hagrid was as happy as a 200-ton child, and reached out to pat Silan on the shoulder.
But this time, Silan dodged it early on.
In the end Hagrid had no choice but to stuff his pockets full of Rock Cakes.
"If your Prophecy comes true and I really do become a professor, I will definitely thank you properly."
Silan thought with a hint of helplessness, "I hope they don't just give me a bunch of Rock Cakes."
Hogwarts Staff Room.
Dumbledore chuckled and stroked his beard, announcing loudly, "The petrified wizards have recovered! Everyone can rest assured!"
Apart from Snape, who remained expressionless, the other professors all wore relaxed expressions.
The children are all safe, that's so good!
"I think I must thank Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey for this."
"Of course, we can't forget Professor Sprout. You all made outstanding contributions in this matter, and we salute you."
Dumbledore stood up from his chair, took off his hat, and bowed slightly to the three of them.
"Thank God!"
"That was really well done!"
The other professors spontaneously applauded them, and the meeting room was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.
"I just hope you'll seriously hire a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next school year," Madam Pomfrey said, glancing at Dumbledore with annoyance. "Don't bring in another madman. And no more dark wizards."
"I will, probably..." Dumbledore looked away.
Snape didn't show any delight at this, but calmly said, "Besides us, Prewett also contributed."
"That's right." Madam Pomfrey let Dumbledore go and nodded in strong agreement. "He's an excellent assistant. Without him, we probably wouldn't have had such a smooth Potions -making process."
Professor Sprout added, "Prewett was also a great help when transplanting the Mandrake."
The other professors exchanged bewildered glances.
They all knew that the Mandrake Revival Potion was brewed by Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey, whose Potions- making skills were top-notch not only at Hogwarts but also throughout the entire England Wizarding World.
But these two people actually said that Prewett helped them a lot when he was brewing the Potions?
This is truly incredible!
Could a second-year wizard really be of any help to Professor Snape when it comes to Potions?
This is absolutely absurd!
But judging from the way Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey, they didn't seem to be lying.
The professors, who were not so familiar with the matter, began whispering among themselves and asking their colleagues for details.
"That's not all," Professor McGonagall, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
"This child also bravely helped the professor subdue the Basilisk in the Great Hall."
These words caused a sudden silence in the conference room.
"Is this true?" a professor could no longer contain himself and asked.