When Harry arrived at the Potions Class Teaching Office, instructor Kensandy Monet was sprawled in a large chair, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
Instructor Monet could be considered Snape's assistant, and he also taught Potions classes on a regular basis. Most of them, however, were classes below fourth year, where the coursework was relatively simple.
Even so, he taught very few classes-only six a week.
Although Harry had once heard older students say that instructor Monet had mentioned wanting more teaching hours, along with a pay rise, that increase certainly could not mean taking over all of Snape's classes.
Quite apart from anything else, he simply could not handle the fifth-year preparation classes for the Ordinary Wizarding Levels or the advanced sixth- and seventh-year classes preparing students for the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test.
Thus, after learning what had happened to Snape, Monet realized to his horror that if Hogwarts could not find a new Potions professor before the start of the next school year, he would have to teach every class.
That would be a very, very terrible thing.
Merlin knew how enormous the workload would be for one person teaching all seven years.
At the thought, instructor Monet felt himself falling apart. He lay in his chair, unwilling to move a muscle, even when Harry came in.
Harry had no desire to discuss how packed next year's teaching schedule would be with instructor Monet. He was only there to collect basilisk venom.
People did not share one another's joys and sorrows. Looking at instructor Monet's miserable state, Harry not only felt no sympathy, but even wanted to laugh a little.
Instructor Monet did not make things difficult for Harry either. He glanced at the note; no one could imitate Dumbledore's signature. He promptly put