After watching how Morris performed with his broom, Rita's attitude changed immediately.
"Write a similar report? No problem."
The name of the Firebolt is now widely known, so the sudden appearance of a broom that can challenge its status is certainly a hot news story.
Rita wasn't particularly interested in this kind of "boring" news, but she wasn't especially averse to it either.
Moreover, she had leverage over him, so she couldn't refuse him even if she wanted to.
This trip to Hogwarts not only failed to uncover any exclusive news about Sirius and Peter, but also revealed that I am an Animagus.
We lost a lot of money.
Fortunately, the other party's request wasn't excessive; it was just to write a report.
This happens to be exactly what she excels at.
She was very confident she could write an engaging article—even though she didn't know the specifics of the Morris broom.
For her, everything in the reports could be fabricated, as long as it was captivating enough...
Morris didn't use Legilimency, so he naturally had no idea what Rita was planning.
But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
He was very confident in the quality of his products.
Once you have brand recognition, you won't lack customers.
Rita left quickly.
After she had completely disappeared from sight, Morris turned to the twins and said, "Let's go. It's time to go back and study."
The development of the flying broom has come to an end.
The only thing to do next is to give it a name and then put it on the market for sale.
Once Rita fulfills her promise to him, the buzz will likely be high.
Then he'll have an endless Galleon!
Before they knew it, Hogwarts ' exam week had arrived.
A tense atmosphere pervaded the entire castle.
Morris remained calm; barring any unforeseen circumstances, he was expected to remain number one this semester.
That's confidence.
The exam went very smoothly, and before we knew it, it was the last day before leaving school.
After breakfast, Morris knocked on Professor Lupin's office door.
"Please come in."
Lupin's voice came from behind the door.
Morris pushed open the door and entered, only to find the office empty; there was nothing on the desk, and the bookshelves were gone.
The room was left with only a lonely table and an armchair, making it seem exceptionally empty.
Lupin stood by the window, his back to the door.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and smiled gently. "Hello, Morris. What's up?"
Morris glanced around the room and slowly said, " Professor Lupin, I just wanted to ask if you still need the Wolfsbane Potion. It needs to be taken a week in advance, so judging by the time, it's about time to prepare it."
Lupin shook his head.
"Forget it," he said casually, "I've already resigned."
Oh, I see.
Morris nodded; no wonder the place was so clean.
At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and slammed against the wall.
A figure strode in.
" Lupin, I've come to see you. How are you?"
The voice was very cheerful and somewhat familiar.
The newcomer was visibly taken aback when he saw Morris.
"Ah, Morris, what are you doing here?"
It's Sirius Black.
Besides him, there was another person following behind him: Harry Potter.
Harry entered the room, nodded to Morris, and wore an exaggerated smile.
He was overjoyed, though he didn't know why.
"I've come to ask Professor Lupin if he needs the Wolfsbane Potion," Morris said truthfully.
" Wolfsbane Potion?" Sirius, somewhat puzzled.
"Ah, let's not talk about that," Lupin clearly didn't want to dwell on the topic, and instead asked, "By the way, Sirius, how's your case going? Has the Ministry of Magic stopped giving you trouble?"
Sirius leaned against the wall, grinned, then seemed to remember something, and his smile gradually faded.
"Everything is pretty much settled except for Peter," he said calmly. "His status as an Animagus has been resolved. By the rules, he should be sent to Azkaban, but considering I've already served over a decade there for nothing, it wouldn't be fair to sentence him back. I owe a lot to Professor Dumbledore; he stepped in and smoothed things over."
Lupin smiled sincerely. "Congratulations."
"And there's more good news," Harry suddenly interjected, his voice trembling with excitement, " Sirius will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor next term!"
Lupin looked surprised. "Really? You're coming to teach?"
" Dumbledore invited me personally." Sirius shrugged. "Anyway, I've been free the whole time."
It really was Dumbledore.
"Um..." Morris thought for a moment, then timely poured cold water on the idea, " Sirius, if I may remind you, being the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts can lead to injury."
They're somewhat of an acquaintance, so it's better to give them a heads-up.
The curse is said to mean "no professor can last more than a year," but in practice, professors always get injured, and in severe cases, they may even lose their lives. This is probably Voldemort's ingenious design.
After Morris's reminder, Harry's expression changed drastically.
"Oh right, there's a curse! How could I forget that!?"
His face was filled with horror. " Sirius, you can't be this professor! This position is cursed!"
Sirius looked down at Harry, but his expression didn't change much.
He reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, saying, "Don't worry, Lupin's alright, isn't he?"
Upon hearing this, Morris was the first to react.
You know what, it actually seems to be true.
As of today, no major accidents have occurred in Lupin.
Oh ho, maybe he underestimated Lupin before.
"It's probably because someone helped him share the power of the curse."
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
All eyes immediately focused on the doorway.
Dumbledore stood there, wearing a deep purple robe, the kind of clothing he only wore on formal occasions.
" Professor Dumbledore?" Lupin snapped out of his reverie and immediately asked, "What does that mean?"
Dumbledore stepped forward, smiling, and explained, "Have you forgotten? Someone took many lessons for you."
Lupin thought for a moment, then said incredulously, " Snape?"
"Yes," Dumbledore said.
Lupin's expression became somewhat complicated.
In that sense, Snape did help him.
Um..
I wonder what Snape himself would think if he heard this.
However, a large part of the reason for his departure was that Snape "inadvertently" revealed his Werewolf identity to the students.
"So next semester, I plan to hire two Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Dumbledore said slyly. "That will weaken the power of curses."
"Who else?" Morris asked casually.
"A retired Auror," Dumbledore replied.