Chapter 208: Am I a professor?
Harry felt a little bad when he was pulled by Sirius.
But he obviously didn't understand how much a depressed person like Sirius longed to communicate with different people at the moment - except for Harry and the Weasley brothers, he couldn't see anyone else in the hospital while he was suppressing.
If Halloween hadn't been a holiday after all, Madam Pomfrey would have banned him from going out for another half month. That ghost place in Azkaban was not a good place to recuperate. He had been squatting there for ten years and needed to be repaired.
He tried not to let Sirius see his discomfort, but Sirius' attempts to communicate were not welcomed by the ghosts.
But the Weasley brothers are quite popular at the moment - two students who can help the ghost chop off his head should be the ghost's friends.
'That's great...I feel sorry for Sirius, but...'
"How about we take a walk?"
While the twins were attracting fire, Harry made his suggestion - his feet felt as if they had stepped into the snow and were about to freeze.
Apparently, so did Ron - he agreed directly with Harry's point of view.
Sirius, who was disappointed, naturally nodded, so the four people, including Hermione, began to circle around the venue cautiously until they met two chatting ghosts.
One of them was familiar to Harry, the Fat Friar, Hufflepuff's ghost.
"Ah, Harry, good evening, I hope you have a good time," the gentle good old ghost nodded to Harry, "Well, that's Black over there, right? Long time no see, more than ten years? "
"Yes, it's been a long, long time. It's been a while since I graduated."
Sirius was not in a good mood.
"Ah, yes, I think about it. They said that you seemed to have gone to Azkaban, and then you were exonerated - yes, that's true."
The fat monk suddenly understood, and then patted his transparent head, "Have you found a suitable job now?"
…
Both Harry and Sirius fell into silence.
"Ah, you still need to find a suitable job. Don't learn from me. I went to church and worked well, but I was executed...and then completely lost my job."
Probably because of the surrounding atmosphere, the fat monk suddenly recalled his own death, "They think my ability to cure diseases is evil... It's really too..."
Harry tried hard not to laugh - even though his history of magic was terrible, he still knew that the main target of being burned and executed in the church was wizards.
But he soon realized something was wrong... A living ghost personally told him the cruel consequences of ignoring this superficially funny thing...
But it is obvious that the fat monk has not thought through these problems. His current obsession is his work as a monk.
"Professor Binns, on the other hand, look at him. He has found a suitable job. Even if he plans to take a vacation, there are still people who care about him. The school even recruits temporary assistants to assist. It is really enviable..."
"Temporary assistant?"
Harry finally found a way to stop himself from laughing, and quickly asked questions to distract himself.
"Yes, about three or four years? Or ten years? In short, Professor Binns plans to take a leave of absence and ask someone to replace him. The recruitment advertisement has been sent out."
…
The ghost's concept of time gave Harry and the others a great impact, but the fat monk obviously didn't realize this. Instead, he looked at Sirius rather enthusiastically.
"Blake, why don't you give it a try? It's easy to find a temporary job anyway."
"I?"
Sirius' eyes widened, his mouth widened, and his fingers pointed firmly at himself. He never thought that one day he would be associated with the word professor.
"Yes, if you come, the students will be happier in class. There is a person in Professor McGonagall's office who will be responsible for the review - what did we just say?"
The fat monk said while looking at the person he was chatting with.
"That one seems to be named Andrew. Didn't the Sir from West London just say a few days ago that he was introduced to Professor McGonagall?"
The ghost chatting with the fat monk muttered that he was a knight with an arrow in his head.
"That should be it... Sometimes we don't have enough information here... When school started, I remember he still showed up..."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then tried their best to turn their heads away from each other.
Halloween is spooky enough, don’t tell us such scary things!
It’s been a long time since school started!
Why is this still spreading?
"Andrew, take charge?"
Sirius was stunned - what exactly has the school gone through in these years?
It’s outrageous enough that he was able to get in touch with the position of professor, let students lead the interview!
Well, the former is more outrageous...
He could even accept the latter setting.
"Yes, I guess so. Doesn't he go there every day? He also accepts gifts and recommends them after receiving them. He is a very reliable person."
The fat monk integrated his information and felt that this matter was actually very reliable.
Harry and Ron simply opened their mouths - what did they hear?
'If you can keep it by giving a gift...well, it's not impossible, it's just to get closer to Harry...it still won't work...I can rely on my strength, I can rely on my strength...There's just one problem, if I'm in History of Magic E, I'm qualified. ? ’
Although it's a bit unjustifiable, but to go through all the trouble for Harry... No, that's too...
Just as Sirius was struggling and thinking, Harry and Ron finally recovered from the shock, especially Ron - although his brother's friend was more ruthless and domineering to him, he had done something to Harry last time. Li was arrested and imprisoned, and he secretly reported the news!
“No, no.”
"There's nothing I can't do. When I was working in the church, I met the priest and the little...ah, it's not important, it's not important." The fat monk fell into deep thought, then quickly shook his head, "Maybe not, but go to the history of magic subject It’s really nice to be a temporary worker, Hogwarts rarely lets outsiders stay for a long time.”
"Indeed, I think...ah, I should give it a try..."
Sirius is not very confident - in terms of strength, is it not enough?
Harry, Ron, and Hermione fell into ecstasy together - even Hermione, who loves learning the most, is a little bit dissatisfied in the history of magic. After all, Professor Binns's courses are too boring. …
But she had a little doubt - could Sirius really be good at the history of magic? Not to mention finding a knowledgeable old wizard or ghost from Ravenclaw, but also someone from Hufflepuff, right?
But at this moment the noisy orchestra suddenly stopped their shrill playing, and all the ghosts suddenly became excited and began to look around.
A horn sounded.
Twelve ghost horses carrying people burst out of the wall, followed by their riders.
All had lost their heads, which were now held under the arms of the knights.
After Yifan's magnificent operation, the leading knight dismounted as everyone cheered, and then shouted in a mocking tone.
"Nick! How are you? Is your head still hanging over there?"
"It's gone, Mr. Patrick."
Nick threw his head in the air, his voice floating.
The head that was clamped by Patrick lost his grip almost instantly and hit the ground heavily.
(End of chapter)