"Professor McGonagall is awake." Fleur slightly raised her body, turned around, and faced the Hogwarts professors.
"Minerva, you have about a quarter of an hour, and you should know what happened." Slughorn glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then reminded.
"Call Felius," said Professor McGonagall.
Now Professor Flitwick's voice is not so loud, even if he uses a spell to forcefully control it, he can still do it, and the throbbing in his throat is not so scary, but he can't say a complete sentence.
Professor McGonagall's spirit is exceptionally good, it may be a side effect of the poison, and all the energy has been hit for a certain period of time.
"Let's discuss the next arrangements." She sighed, looking very distressed.
"Severus is sure..." Professor McGonagall confirmed again with some disbelief.
"It can only be explained that he absconded in fear of crime."
"Okay." Mag closed his eyes. My mood suddenly became heavy.
"Filius, if you want to talk, just write on the parchment."
Flitwick could only stand on the chair and nodded, because once he opened his mouth, there would be a series of uncontrollable crazy laughter.
With such interference, it is now difficult for him to fully cast even an ordinary spell.
"The first is the Transfiguration class. There are a few candidates in the Order of the Phoenix who can replace it, and it doesn't play much role in peripheral activities right now."
"Sirius maybe?"
"Wait a while and you will be responsible for contacting me."
"How about Charms, Tonks?"
"Not very good..." Flitwick shook his head and wrote on the parchment. "Tonks's charms are so-so,"
"In exchange, Sirius is not bad in all subjects."
"Okay." Flitwick nodded. Tonks' Transfiguration is pretty good, and he's very good at camouflage. He's a natural Metamorphmagus.
"What about Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
Several people looked at each other.
In joking terms, it can be said that Voldemort's curse was very powerful.
This time Snape didn't even last half a semester, so he resigned.
And it is the most difficult way to accept.
"How's Moody?"
"His feet are not yet sharp."
"Where's Lupine?" Flitwick was scribbling on the parchment, the words beating wildly.
"He's also going to be a spy among the werewolves."
"Where's Kingsley?"
"He's in charge of activities outside the Order of the Phoenix."
"Then there will be no one."
"How about Malfoy." Professor McGonagall spoke surprisingly, and said a name.
"Although I don't want to doubt the students, but..." Flitwick hesitated with the pen in his hand.
"He is very strange this semester. He is not serious in class and often sleeps, but it is true that there is nothing difficult for him in the textbook."
"It's just that I want to suspect that he and his dean may have something to do with each other." Flitwick continued to write, waving his pen.
Professor McGonagall rubbed her brows painfully.
She also seemed to recall that Snape and Malfoy had left school together.
"Is there any problem with him?" Slughorn was quite impressed with this outstanding student, especially since he rejected his invitation to the Slug Club.
"Is it the hijacking that made a big fuss a few days ago?"
"Yes, that hostage is a nurse, Miss Delacour." Professor McGonagall nodded.
"That's fate." Slughorn applauded, then was glared at by Fleur.
"Keep quiet, this is the hospital." Her face was full of chills.
"Well, evil fate."
"But this student is very powerful." Flitwick nodded and wrote on the paper.
"Yes." Slughorn nodded.
"I want to think of him as a core member of the slug club."
"You're playing with your coterie again, Horrath?"
"Uh... Minerva, your time is limited." Slughorn changed the subject.
"Anyway, that student has a lot of questions." Flitwick left his handwriting in the air in disbelief.
"In second grade...he still"
"He's a good student," said Professor McGonagall suddenly.
"That's what Dumbledore said."
"Call him over, I'll talk to him." Professor McGonagall said helplessly.
"Okay." Flitwick threw the pen on the ground and walked out.
Within a few minutes, Malfoy came to the ward.
Professor McGonagall scanned Malfoy with her piercing eyes.
"Professor McGonagall, are you feeling better?" He maintained the utmost politeness.
"Not bad." Professor McGonagall nodded.
"Severus may think that I'm too tired, so he made some sleeping pills for me, but he may not be sure of the effect." She actually had the time to make a joke.
"Dumbledore told me you were a good student," she said suddenly.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly feeling a little funny.
"Why, Professor? I don't even consider myself trustworthy." He shrugged disinterestedly.
"Me too."
"But I trust Dumbledore"
"Can you replace your former dean?"
"Replacing the teacher?" Malfoy frowned.
The old lady was even more creative and daring than he had imagined.
"I'll try my best." But he didn't refuse, and finally accepted the old lady's request after showing a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.
Being a teacher sounds like a good idea