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Chapter 208 I am a professor?

Harry felt a little unwell when Sirius pulled him.

But he obviously didn't understand how much Sirius, a man who was so depressed, wanted to communicate with different people at this moment - except for Harry and the Weasley brothers, he couldn't see anyone else in the hospital.

If Halloween wasn't considered a holiday, Madam Pomfrey would have wanted to ban him from going out for another half a month. Azkaban was not a good place for recuperation. He had been imprisoned there for ten years and needed to be properly recuperated.

He tried hard not to let Sirius see his discomfort, but Sirius's attempt to communicate was not welcomed by the ghosts.

But the Weasley brothers were quite popular at the moment - two students who could help the ghost chop his head off should be the ghost's friends.

"That's great... I feel a little sorry for Sirius, but..."

"Why don't we go take a walk?"

While the twins were drawing the fire, Harry made a suggestion - his feet were now as if they were in the snow and were about to freeze.

Apparently, so did Ron - he agreed directly with Harry's point of view.

Sirius, who had been turned down, naturally nodded, and the four of them, including Hermione, began to circle the venue carefully until they met the two ghosts who were chatting.

One of them was familiar to Harry, it was the Hufflepuff ghost, the Fat Friar.

"Ah, Harry, good evening, I hope you have a good time," the gentle old ghost nodded at Harry, "Well, is that Black over there? It's been a long time, more than ten years?"

"Yes, it's been a long time. It's been a while since I graduated."

Sirius wasn't in a very good mood.

"Ah, yes, now I remember, they said that you seemed to have been sent to Azkaban, and then you were cleared of all charges - yes, that's right."

The fat monk suddenly realized something, and then patted his transparent head, "Have you found a suitable job now?"

...

Both Harry and Sirius fell into silence.

"Ah, you still have to find a suitable job. Don't learn from me. I worked well in the church, but was executed... and then I lost my job completely."

Perhaps due to the surrounding atmosphere, the fat monk suddenly recalled his own death, "They think my ability to heal is evil... It's really too..."

Harry tried hard not to laugh - even though his History of Magic was terrible, he knew that church burnings were primarily aimed at wizards.

But he soon realized that something was wrong... A living ghost's personal account made him ignore the cruel consequences of this seemingly funny thing...

But it was obvious that the fat monk had not thought through these problems, and his current obsession was only with his work as a monk.

"Look at Professor Binns. He has found a suitable job. Even if he plans to take a vacation, there are people who care about him. The school even recruits temporary assistants to help him. It's really enviable..."

"A temporary assistant?"

Harry finally found a way to stop himself from laughing, and quickly asked questions to divert his attention.

"Yeah, about three or four years? Or maybe more than ten years? Anyway, Professor Binns is planning to take a vacation and ask someone to take over. The job advertisement has been sent out."

...

The ghost's concept of time gave Harry and the others a great shock, but the fat monk obviously did not realize this. Instead, he looked at Sirius with great enthusiasm.

"Blake, why don't you give it a try? It's easy to find a temporary job anyway."

"I?"

Sirius' eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his finger 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 is responsible for reviewing - did we just talk about this?"

The fat monk said this while looking at the person he was chatting with.

"Didn't the knight from West London, who seems to be called Andrew, just say a few days ago that he was introduced to Professor McGonagall?"

The ghost chatting with the fat monk muttered that he had an arrow in the head and was a knight.

"That should be it... We are not always well-informed... I remember he showed up when school started..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then tried to turn their heads away.

Halloween is scary enough, don’t tell such horrible things!
It’s been a long time since school started!
Why is this still spreading?
“Andrew, responsible?”

Sirius was completely stunned - what on earth had the school been through over the years?
It's outrageous enough that he can be associated with the professor position, but let the students lead the interview!

Well, the former is more outrageous...

He could even accept the latter setting.

"Yeah, that should be the case. Doesn't he go there every day? He also accepts gifts and makes introductions after receiving them. He is a very reliable person."

The fat monk integrated his own intelligence and felt that this matter was actually very reliable.

Harry and Ron simply opened their mouths - what had they heard?
"If I can stay by giving a gift... well, it's not impossible, but if I just want to be close to Harry... it's still not possible... I can rely on my strength... but I have a question, if I'm in History of Magic E, am I qualified?"

Although it is a bit unreasonable, but I have to suffer for Harry... No, that's too...

Just as Sirius was struggling and thinking, Harry and Ron finally recovered from their shock, especially Ron - although his brother's friend was a little cruel and domineering to him, he still secretly informed Harry when he arrested him and put him in detention last time!
"No, no."

"It's not that I can't. When I was working in the church, I also met the priest and the little...ah, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." The fat monk fell into deep thought, then quickly shook his head. "Maybe not, but it's really good to be a temporary worker in the History of Magic subject. Hogwarts rarely lets outsiders stay for a long time."

"Indeed, I think...ah, I should be able to give it a try..."

Sirius wasn't very confident - in terms of strength, wasn't it enough?
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all in ecstasy - even Hermione, who loved learning the most, was a little dissatisfied with the history of magic, after all, Professor Binns's course was too boring...

But she had a little doubt - was Sirius really good at History of Magic? Not to mention finding a knowledgeable old wizard or ghost from Ravenclaw, he would have to be from Hufflepuff, right?

But at this moment the noisy orchestra suddenly stopped their shrill performance, and all the ghosts suddenly became excited and began to look around.

A trumpet sounded.

Twelve ghostly horses carrying men rushed out of the wall, followed by their riders.

All had lost their heads—which were now held under the knights' arms.

After Yifan's magnificent operation, the leading knight dismounted amid everyone's cheers, and then shouted in a teasing tone.

"Nick! How are you? Is your head still hanging there?"

"It has fallen, Mr. Patrick."

Nick threw his head into the air and the sound floated.

The head that was clamped by Patrick slipped away almost instantly and hit the ground heavily.

(End of this chapter)