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Chapter 279 The Retiring Professor
“Yes, I will definitely retire…”

The only current professor of Care of Magical Creatures, Sylvanus Kettleburn, has begun to formally announce this matter in his classes.

At present, even the publicity channels have begun to be upgraded, from previously revealing it only to some students to telling it in front of all students and even professors.

There was no doubt that this legendary professor, a truly legendary professor at Hogwarts, was really leaving the school.

Even Andrew had to admit that this professor was indeed a legend.

Because even the twins couldn't accomplish the feat of this professor - when this professor was in office, he burned down the school's auditorium...

Yes, although it’s not a bombing of the school, it’s not much different from burning it down.

Moreover, this amazing professor completely disabled himself in the magical world, a place with such excellent healing background.

He only had one arm and half a leg, the rest were taken away by extremely dangerous magical creatures - the injuries caused by those guys were like those caused by black magic, with permanent damage. According to the current common understanding in the wizarding world, the attacks of those guys affected the souls of the wounds, causing them permanent damage.

In addition, this professor is also extremely radical in class. Although this is his last year working for the school before leaving, he is currently on probation.

In other words, there was not a single year that this professor was not on probation—62 probation periods, years of service…

But students really like him - because the classes are easy and interesting, and it is relatively easy to get the certificate. This professor can really bring whatever is in the syllabus to class, no matter what level of existence the magical creature is.

When Andrew realized these things, he thought that Hagrid was only half to blame for the thing in the Forbidden Forest, and the rest was all on the professor.

The reason why he could express so many emotions at once was simple - because he was right in front of the professor who was about to retire.

The list of elective courses for the new academic year has been compiled and will now be submitted to the professors of each elective course.

Theoretically, they will teach four classes - one each for grades three, four and five, and the advanced class for grades six and seven will basically be mixed together.

Because it is an elective course, it does not need to be divided between two colleges, which greatly reduces the pressure on the professors.

Of course, the ones who are suffering are Andrew and Percy - when they arrange their class schedules for the next semester, they have to give priority to elective courses to avoid course conflicts.

"The number of electives for the new school year...ah, child," Professor Kettleburn glanced at the list, "We are talking about this here. I will soon enjoy my retirement life, and I will definitely not accept Albus's sweet talk and come back to work."

'Dear professor, if you have any complaints about our headmaster, you can go to Dumbledore's office to report it...'

Andrew complained in his heart, but he knew that the old professor in front of him was really dared - he didn't even take himself seriously.

"You, yes, I remember now, it was you last year too. You have to choose courses this year, Taylor. Yes, yes, what courses are you taking?"

Even the professors around became interested - probably to join in the fun, the professors did not return to their offices, but instead all gathered in the staff lounge.

The environment here is not very good, and there will occasionally be some messy magical creatures - for example, the wardrobe over there, it is said that there was a Boggart two years ago.

But the professors obviously didn't care, especially the old professor who had originally said he was planning to retire.

"Ah, Professor Kettleburn, I took Care of Magical Creatures, Runes, and Arithmancy."

"It's a wise choice to go out and exercise. What's the point of indoor classes? Staying in the office all day is not like Gryffindor at all!"

"Hey! Sylvanus," a professor next to him objected, "Taylor is our Ravenclaw student, don't make a mistake!"

"Ah, my mistake," the old professor raised his wooden arm, "Ah, but how do you plan to settle accounts with a colleague who is about to retire?"

He made a face, causing the professors to laugh, and then began to rummage in his drawer, "Um, this, and this, and this..."

A lot of things were taken out, one pile was put in Andrew's hand, and the other pile was put in Percy's hand behind Andrew. "Take it, maybe it's useful. Anyway, I'm going to retire soon, and I won't need it much. Anyway, take it and use it... Anyway, it will be distributed one after another..." "The rest of the things are not suitable for you. Also, help me draft the report. Just consider these things as my reward - a retirement report and a celebration report. Albus promised me."

"Bribery, naked bribery!"

"Sylvanus Kettleburn! You are corrupt!"

"The reward is too much. Please write one for me as well and put it on Sylvanus's head!"

...

The professors began to cheer happily, and both Andrew and Percy were a little overwhelmed, but they still tried not to be so... well, so scared.

Oh my god, the pressure from the professors here is too much!
"Run, kids!"

Professor Kettleburn made a gesture to stop them while shouting happily at the two of them.

Andrew and Percy looked at each other, then started jogging out of the office with their things in their arms.

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“It’s still stressful when professors get together…”

Andrew paused and spoke to Percy.

"No, my god, my professors weren't that crazy when I was in class."

"Did you choose the advanced class during class?"

"Yes, I have all the certificates, and I don't have enough energy, so I have no choice but to come to the advanced class."

That's right - Percy just tied the record, he didn't go crazy.

Even Dumbledore doesn't know medical magic. Which student would dare to sign up for advanced classes and select all of them?
There's no time for that.

"What did the professor give you?"

"It looks like some old textbooks, probably used by the professor, most likely with notes."

"Good stuff. I guess you don't have to worry about your grades anymore."

Percy admired sincerely, "I was going to give you my full set of notes, but it seems magical creatures are unnecessary."

"No, I want them all."

Andrew gestured.

What Percy got were probably some small props for adventure, and Andrew got some as well, but the amount was much less - it was obvious that the old professor didn't give them out casually.

"Go back and write the report. You've already received your reward, and there's also a farewell party. I guess we'll need to help come up with some ideas..."

"Let's go, together."

Percy tried to open his hands, but failed - the old professor had given too much.

(End of this chapter)