Hogsmeade, outside the Shrieking Shack.
Two short boys walked over cautiously from the path outside the village.
At this time, the sun was gradually sinking, and the dim yellow light fell through the gaps in the tall trees beside the road, embellishing this famous wizard haunted house with a strange color.
Looking at the uniforms, these two boys are from Gryffindor's third year. Apparently, they were only allowed into Hogsmeade on weekends, and the brave and reckless lion cubs set their sights on the Screaming Shack.
"Is this the Shrieking Shack..." One of the tall and thin boys stood by the roadside, squinting his eyes at the dilapidated house under the setting sun.
The other boy seemed a little more timid. He subconsciously hid behind the nearest bush, with curiosity and fear in his eyes: "I heard that this is the most haunted place in the whole of England."
"We are wizards—" The tall and thin boy looked at his companion dissatisfiedly, "Aren't ghosts just ghosts? Ghosts can't do you any harm—"
"But..." The timid boy showed a troubled look.
Seeing that his companion looked terrified to death, the tall and thin boy snorted softly, and then climbed over the railing outside the Screaming Shack.
"Hey, come back—the professors said that you can't just turn over where the railings are set."
"You are too timid, we are Gryffindors, besides, there is nothing to be afraid of being haunted, if there are dozens of dark wizards living here, it is worthy of my careful treatment-why are you standing there, Come here."
The tall and thin boy looked at his companion dissatisfied, only to see that the other party hid in place and refused to move.
"Marcelino...Marcelino!" The timid boy opened his mouth wide, and he tremblingly pointed at the back of the boy named Marcelino, with unstoppable fear in his eyes.
Marcelino frowned: "Lal, be normal—this is just a haunted house in a story."
"But, but...behind you, behind you..." Lal's voice became sharp.
"Surprised, your method of scaring people is not clever at all."
"Behind you!" Carl yelled in horror.
Marcelino turned his head impatiently, he didn't believe that this place was haunted...
The dark window of the Screaming Shack flickered suddenly, and a misty fire with an unknown source jumped up inside, and then, figures fluctuating high and low staggered in the reflection of the fire, as if someone In it a pas de deux dances.
However, where did this dilapidated house come from...
Marcelino was immediately startled and broke into a cold sweat. He swallowed hard, and his legs stepped back outside the railing unconsciously.
"Is someone playing a prank..." The young man's mouth was still quite stiff.
"Marcelino, let's go—" Carl was very loyal, and ran away without running away, but his face was already pale.
Marcelino was still about to hold on, and saw that the entire main body of the Screaming Shack was distorted, like a weird wooden house twisting its body, and a black shadow flickered in front of his eyes, as if some monster was about to come out of it. The inside is released in general.
He screamed in fright, and wanted to run as fast as he could, but he didn't expect that the Screaming Shack seemed to have a huge suction force, and the air behind him was like a vortex entangled him so that he couldn't move, and even the temperature dropped rapidly .
Marcelino really regretted it now, he stretched out a hand towards Karl: "Help, save me..."
Karl was scared and anxious. He didn't want to give up his companion, but he didn't know what to do.
At this time, a figure suddenly galloped from the path they came from.
Carl's eyes lit up, and after recognizing the person coming, he was even more energetic: "Professor! Professor!"
It was Sean who rushed over.
He waved his wand with a grave face, and the twisted Shrieking Shack instantly returned to its original shape.
Marcelino, who was still in shock, collapsed to the ground and almost passed out.
"How's it going?" Sean squatted down, and pointed at Marcelino's junior with the tip of his stick.
Immediately, the latter immediately felt a gentle warmth rippling from his body, his originally cold and numb limbs quickly became warmer, and the panic in his heart was quickly dispelled.
Panting heavily, he looked at Sean with grateful eyes: "Thank you, Professor, I'm much better..."
Sean checked it again, then nodded: "No problem, just go back to sleep and you don't need to go to the infirmary."
Hearing that Professor Wallep, who is very prestigious in the school, said so, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Marcelino looked at the screaming shack that had returned to normal in fear, and moved back a few meters: "Professor, what is that..."
Sean's gaze was a bit serious: "It's not clear, there are too many things we don't understand about magic—but, did you climb over the railing just now?"
"Yes, yes..." Marcelino bowed his head in shame.
"This is a reckless act. This place is on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, and it has been sealed off. This at least proves that there is indeed a problem—" Sean's tone was a little harsher, "Marcelino, bravery is worthy of praise. Virtue, but being mischievous and reckless is not the same as being brave."
"Sorry...professor..."
Sean's expression eased a little: "It's not a big problem. I initially suspected that there is a strange magic field here...Okay, gentlemen, it's time for you to go back. I'll check again."
"Okay, professor." The two hurriedly trotted away from this "scary" area.
When Sean was the only one left around, a figure slowly appeared behind him.
Stephanie's pale blue wand had turned into a comb, and she was brushing her long messy hair casually.
"Looks like they won't be coming to the Screaming Shack anymore."
Sean spread his hands: "It's very rude to interrupt someone's date."
Stephanie smiled slightly: "Mr. Wallop, this is a public place."
"You don't seem to be convincing when you say this now?" Sean smiled narrowly.
The girl's face flushed slightly, the intimate behavior of the two in the "public place" just now hadn't completely calmed her down yet.
Sean walked over and lightly pecked her on the forehead: "Where do you sleep at night? Go to the Room of Requirement? Or should I help you find a staff lounge?"
Stephanie put her head close to Sean's arms. She glanced in the direction of Hogwarts, then shook her head: "I'll stay in Hogsmeade first, and contact my grandfather tonight."
"also-"
Holding hands and whispering again, Sean sent Stephanie to the door of a hotel in Hogsmeade.
After parting with some reluctance, Sean stretched his waist and headed back to the castle.
A young man who knows how to eat and taste, coupled with abundant physical strength, is enough to describe it as a world turned upside down.
Especially Stephanie, this time is more convenient than last time, coupled with Sean's constant teasing, she finally let go of her bold attack, which made Sean very tired—mainly the girl's body is as soft as cotton candy Yes, often in the middle of the time, there is no strength left, and Sean can only rely on Sean to support the family with hard work.
It had to be the sudden arrival of the two third-year students. Sean, who had already placed a warning spell, noticed it and temporarily stopped the two of them.
Otherwise Stephanie would have to sleep in the Shrieking Shack tonight.
Walking to the arch bridge at the entrance of the village, Sean saw a familiar figure with the last rays of the setting sun.
"Huh? Why is this buddy alone..."
Sean walked up and patted Harry on the shoulder strangely: "Hey, buddy."
Harry didn't know what he was thinking. After being slapped by Sean, he jumped up and turned back, almost giving his neck a flash.
"Oh—" He grinned and rubbed his neck, and then greeted with a red face, "Hey, Sean, why are you here too?"
"I came to buy something and just went back—" Sean turned his head and looked around, "Where's Ginny?"
Harry scratched his hair sheepishly.
Sean's expression became weird: "Don't tell me, you two were dating, and then you left her and ran away?"
"How is this possible!" Harry quickly retorted, "Ginny went back early due to business."
"Then you won't accompany her back to the castle?"
"She asked me to help her pick up the materials needed for potions class. The arrival over there was a bit slow. Didn't I just get it?" Harry showed some silly smiles.
It looks like it's done...
Sean smirked and bumped the other person's shoulder: "It's done?"
Harry nodded embarrassedly, then rubbed his hands excitedly: "She agreed—Sean, your method really works!"
"That's not true."
Harry leaned over again treacherously: "Dude, do you have any other powerful tricks?"
"Of course—" Sean held Harry's shoulder proudly, "Since we are good buddies, I will try to teach you a few tricks."
"Grandmaster!"
"Hey, keep a low profile—"
The setting sun dragged the shadows of the two boys shoulder to shoulder, swaying triumphantly.
"Mr. Wallop, yesterday I heard that two students were in danger at the Shrieking Shack?" Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses and asked seriously.
In the staff lounge, several other teaching assistants also looked over.
Xiao En nodded with his usual expression: "My personal judgment is that it is because it has been abandoned all year round, and there are creatures that resemble non-existence."
"Non-existence?"
"Well, it feels a bit like a dementor, but I've solved it." Sean's reasons are always so legitimate.
Professor McGonagall has no doubts about him, and at the same time, she has always been assured of Sean's ability to handle affairs.
Skipping this topic, Professor McGonagall talked about recent school events: "By the way, Sean, can I ask you something?"
"You say, professor."
"A few new teaching assistants will come to interview the day after tomorrow, please help me go to Hogsmeade to pick them up."
"Okay, Professor."
Professor McGonagall let out a sigh of relief. Frankly speaking, in the position of headmaster, she has to worry about a lot more trivial matters than Professor Dumbledore, so she has been dizzy recently.
Fortunately, the people around me are very reliable...Professor McGonagall thought with relief.
After looking at Sean appreciatively, she suddenly said, "By the way, how is the teaching in the lower grades recently?"
After recalling it for a while, Sean said: "It's not bad, everyone is working hard now."
"What about you? Are you overwhelmed?"
Sean shook his head: "I'm fine, as long as I'm in charge of teaching two grades, and your Transfiguration class also allows me not to go to class."
"What about the student council?"
That's basically because Hermione is busy... Sean didn't have the cheek to "steal" Hermione's credit, he said honestly: "I don't do much, and Hermione is basically busy."
Professor McGonagall nodded, and was not surprised by Sean's laziness. After thinking for a while, she said: "I was considering hiring Miss Granger as a teaching assistant, but now it seems that this will make her completely overwhelmed... "
"It's very possible."
There are still quite a lot of vacancies for Hogwarts teaching staff. Although each course has a professor in charge, the number of teaching assistants is not too many. With the number of students increasing significantly, it is indeed a bit overwhelming.
As Professor Sprout has complained many times, her greenhouse is now short of people to take care of, and she also needs a more diligent teaching assistant to help her teach.
Professor McGonagall pondered for a while: "Then the number of new teaching assistants may not be enough... But there are not many trustworthy people now... Sean, do you have any recommended candidates?"
Candidates... Sean rested his chin and thought about it.
There are quite a few candidates, but he has basically absorbed them into his charity association...
The remaining candidates are either not capable or trustworthy enough, or they have already had a good job.
Work? Sean's eyes lit up suddenly.
"Professor, I have a suitable candidate...you are also familiar with it..."
"Who?"
"However, I haven't confirmed her wishes yet... So, before the group interview of the new teaching assistants, how about I ask and give you an answer?"
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you—"
In a hotel in Hogsmeade, the window of the room was firmly closed, and the big soft bed made creaking noises.
The sound died down.
After a while, Sean stretched out his head, he put his arms around Stephanie's smooth and white shoulders, and said with a light smile, "It's daytime now..."
"It's okay..." Stephanie's flushed face was full of laziness and enjoyment, "Maybe I'll be leaving in two days, I can't waste time..."
Sean chuckled, put his big hand in and moved restlessly a few times, and after a few exclamations, he whispered in the girl's ear, "Maybe you don't have to go."
"Huh?" Stephanie raised her slightly confused eyes.
"Isn't Mr. Ollivander in good health again? Do you have a clue about the job you lack that can be easily resigned?"
"Not yet. I don't like jobs at the Ministry of Magic, and there are very few jobs that suit me."
Sean turned over and propped his cheek: "How about the assistant teacher at Hogwarts?"
Stephanie was taken aback: "Are you going to recruit a teaching assistant again?"
"That's right, Professor McGonagall told me that there are not enough manpower in the castle right now, and we need to add a batch of fresh blood, and all of them must be trustworthy—so I thought of you."
To Sean's surprise, Stephanie showed a hesitant expression.
Chapter end
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