Dumbledore looked around and looked at everyone's expressions. He looked a little tired, but he smiled and said, "Alasto, two Aurors have come to the Ministry of Magic. I need to know some of the situation. I brought them."

A tall man flashed in, and Felix glanced at Kingsley with a serious face, following him, who had changed her hair in red today, and she stood up in a bunch of condoms, looking quite conspicuous. When Felix looked over, she waved her hand enthusiastically.

From Tonks' open pocket of clothes, half a piece of blue slender glass tube was exposed. It should be the newly launched super bubble water of the "Future World"...

Moody grinned at his two uninvited guests and smiled in a cunning way, "Did Sclinger send you here?"

"Mrs. Bones asked me to say hello to you, Alasto, we all care about you, by the way, I became a formal Auror!" said Tonks excitedly.

Sirius' eyes rolled, and Moody said in a hoarse voice: "I hope they are not letting go of this class in stealth and tracking."

Tonks snorted softly, "You are too strict."

At this time, the dark-skinned Kingsley opened his briefcase, waved his wand and flew out a piece of parchment paper from it. The words on it were densely packed, and several handwritten signatures were already found in the bottom column.

"Let's talk about the old things in a while, Alasto." Kingsley said in his unique low and slow voice: "We are in charge of the mission, and the senior officials in the ministry are busy. On behalf of the Minister of Magic, the Department of Magic Law Enforcement, the Office of Wisengamo and the Auror, they have questioned your past few months. They have prepared some questions... Principal Dumbledore?"

Kingsley glanced at Dumbledore cautiously.

"Ah, let's go out first. Kingsley and Alasto are old acquaintances, and they will not have conflicts." Dumbledore said to everyone with a smile, and then called Snape, the first to leave, "Please wait a moment, Severus, I have a few small questions about the analysis report you gave me."

Everyone walked out of the ward, Mrs. Pomfrey closed the door, and Felix saw Kingsley hugging Moody on the bed from the last gap, "Bang!" The door was tight.

Sirius whispered: "Principal Dumbledore, my substitute..."

"Sirius," Dumbledore's tone became a bit serious, "I won't refuse your application, but it's obvious that you are not ready to become a professor yet."

"But my grades are very good!" Sirius said angrily, staring at Snape with a mocking expression on the side, wishing to punch him in the face.

"I'm not referring to grades, you should be aware of that," Dumbledore said.

Sirius's face showed a lonely expression again. Harry wanted to say something to his godfather, but Professor Hepp, who was opposite, shook his head slightly at him, and he had to hold back all the good things.

"Albus, Professor Moody's employment period should be only one year?" Felix said softly.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly, "Yes, Alasto has retired, I can't work hard for him, this year's situation is special enough... It's really a headache to think that I'll rewrite a job advertisement in half a year."

In the corridor outside the school hospital, Dumbledore and Snape walked upstairs, and it seemed that their destination was the principal's office. Felix estimated that the analysis report Dumbledore mentioned earlier should be targeting the residual potion they found in the secret room, which is likely to be used by Voldemort to maintain his body's failure to collapse.

But it was hard to ask in detail now. He turned around and looked at Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville, and asked them: "I'm going to Hagrid, you..."

"So too," Harry said immediately. Ron and Hermione nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Neville looked around and touched his head.

"Then let's go together, maybe you can help." Felix said happily, seeing Harry's puzzled expression, he explained: "Hagin's snails grow too fast. What's scary is that they don't need to hibernate yet and are full of energy. Haeger asks me to create a few iron chains to prevent these aggressive creatures from living the first winter..."

The little wizards, who are not unfamiliar with the tail snail, turned pale.

They walked out of the castle and walked in the snow with deep and shallow feet. The biting wind penetrated their thick clothes. The little wizards shivered from the cold. Although Sirius's face was pale, it was much better than he had been hit just now.

Felix waved his wand, "The Warm Curse One of the most practical magics in winter, if you haven't purchased a constant temperature locket."

They immediately warmed up all over and slowed down. Harry was amazed and Hermione asked in surprise: "Professor, what is this magic spell?"

“Warm your body like a stove.”

"Is it easy to learn? If you learn it, can you achieve the effect of a constant temperature locket?" Ron asked.

"Your two brothers asked me this way," Felix said, "but unfortunately, it only applies in winter."

Ron pouted, "Now I finally understand why they are invincible in the snowball fight."

"Professor, who is Mrs. Bones?" Harry thought of the name mentioned by Tonks, which was very familiar.

"Amelia Bones, the current director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, has a good reputation," Felix said simply.

"Aunt Susan Bones," Hermione whispered.

"Sirius, do you know her?" Harry asked, feeling that judging from his performance just now, his godfather should know her.

Sirius thought for a while and smacked her lips and said, "I have some impression... She was four years older than me when she was in school. She was a very smart and serious witch," he muttered in a low voice, "I seem to have made her cry."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Oh, it's been a long time ago..." He saw Harry looking at him with interest, and said helplessly: "You should know that magic cannot be used in the school corridor..."

Harry and the others nodded.

"When I first entered school, I showed off my fluorescent curse in the corridor. Of course, I made some improvements... Amelia happened to see it, so she seized the opportunity to deduct points for me. Is she the chief..."

"I don't think the predecessor should have the right to deduct points." Ron muttered, remembering the deduction of Percy in his second grade.

Sirius smiled understandingly: "Remus is also a premier. I happen to know some inside information. Premieres cannot deduct points at will. They must write instructions for each of their deductions, and there are other restrictions... For example, Amelia only deducted two points."

"It doesn't sound like a lot," Harry said.

"Yes," Sirius said with emotion: "But I was very dissatisfied at that time. I ran to the ground of her eyelids and continued to use the fluorescent spell. The colorful light flashed on her lens... She was naturally very unhappy and deducted points for me. I continued to chant the spell. We were stalemate for a long time, and finally deducted about 200 points?"

Harry and the others widened their eyes.

Sirius smiled sly: "Actually, it's because not long after the school started, and each college has not scored high. I remember that there are only a few rubies in the hourglass of Gryffindor College?"

"You just escaped?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"It's not that simple. I was locked up for a week," Sirius said indifferently. "But Amelia was not feeling well. I heard that she finished the reports crying."

Harry thought it would be better not to tell Susan Bones about this, she admired her aunt very much, and Ron thought the opposite.

"Why don't we hold a duel study group activity, Harry? The last event happened a long time ago." Ron said eagerly, "We can ask Sirius for our guidance."

Sirius was a little moved, but he refused, "I can't go to Hogwarts casually, this time Hagrid helped me."

They came to Hagrid's hut, who was working in the pumpkin field behind the house. There were only a dozen snails left, but they grew a lot of them, and they were still energetic even in the winter snow.

"Are you here?" Haeger said breathlessly, and he roared forward and threw a snail that broke free from his bond. After a while, he got up from the snow. Everyone saw that the snail that was pressing under his body was no longer moving.

"It's dead?" Felix asked.

"Not yet," Hagrid said squintly, "may have fainted." He turned the snails one by one, picked up a thick rope next to it, and tied it to the middle of its body. Felix guessed that it should be the snail's waist? If this creature had this body structure.

He approached and gently poked the thick shell of the swelling of the snail with his magic wand. His legs kicked weakly twice, proving that it was still alive.

Felix quickly cast a trick on the chains, saying to Hager: "I left some gaps, but if they continue to grow, they may need to be expanded later."

"I get it," Hagrid said sternly, "this is good."

When they sat on the blanket in Haeger's cottage, Haeger was still feeling sorry for the creatures like the snail: "They have a gentle personality and don't hurt people very much... but they like internal fighting. I don't know which side of the influence is. Maybe it's the human-headed, sparrowed, scorpion-tailed beast, they have always lived alone."

The warm tea in Harry's hand was no longer fragrant.

"It's better not to release them first," Felix said. "Severus is studying the medicinal value of this organism."

"Ahem cough cough cough cough!"

Neville suddenly coughed violently, "Oh, sorry..." he said in horror.

"What's wrong with him?" Haeger asked in confusion, stretched out his hand and patted Neville, who fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Ron said very understandingly: "He might have thought of dealing with the materials for the tailblast in the future..." After saying this, Harry suddenly felt unhappy. Snape always had the habit of punishing students for dealing with disgusting potion materials, especially those that are not very precious and can be made in batches.

Whether it is the sticky, soft larvae, or the mucus on their bodies, if Snape finds any wonderful use, it will definitely become a nightmare for future students.

And Harry can guarantee that these people will definitely be the first students to suffer.

Hagrid handed over a towel, Neville took it, and immediately moved the towel himself, smearing it on his face, chin, and lapels, "Oh, sorry, that's automatically cleaned!" Hagrid snatched it with apologetic look.

"No, it's okay." Neville said with a pale face.

Hagrid looked at him hesitantly, bringing a plate of hard cookies from the inner room, "You can try this." Neville politely picked up a piece, and when he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione shook their heads firmly and slowly, he immediately put them down.

Fortunately, Hager didn't notice this, and he was talking to Felix: "The tail snail has shed some shells. I don't know if it will be useful to you, so I've left some for you."

Felix nodded, "This is a new material. No one has seen it before, but I think it should have the characteristics of both human-headed, sparrowed, scorpion-tailed beast and fire crab. It's hard to say that it is more inclined to that one. If it is the former, its value will be very great."

"Mr. Scarmand doesn't tell me much. We're just talking about some experiences in cultivating magical animals," Hagrid said sternly. "We're not in a consistent direction...but some of his suggestions are useful."

Harry knew that Hagrid was talking about the one in Classroom 7, and suddenly he thought of something and asked, "I heard that many ghosts like there?"

"Yes, I did see quite a few," said Hager. "I heard that they were planning to ask Principal Dumbledore to find a cook's memory. It's quite unreliable...but they are much more active than in previous decades."

"Do they have any choice?" Ron asked, who was usually interested in these weird things.

"There is one," Hagrid muttered, "Horas Slughorn, the fat monk, was impressed by him, saying that when he was in school, he would sneak into the kitchen for midnight snacks every night, and never fall into a meal."

Harry knew Fat Monk, who was the ghost of Hufflepuff Academy, but he didn't know who Slughorn was.

"Is that potion master?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Do you know him?" Hagrid glanced at her: "It's quite an interesting person. He was there when I was in school. He was the dean of Slytherin College. Sirius must know him."

They looked at Sirius, who was sitting on the sofa holding his teeth, scratching his chin without hesitation, so comfortable that it hummed. He said slowly: "Of course I know, an old man who likes to enjoy, he formed the famous slug club and brought together a lot of Death Eaters."

"What?" Harry shouted in surprise.

"Oh, don't worry, he has nothing to do with the Death Eater." Sirius said, seeing Harry and the others' expressions still frozen very stiffly, explaining: "He is just an old man who loves to enjoy, like honey wine, candied jackfruit, three-layer upholstered sofa..." He glanced at Felix, "I bet he must have been eyeing your company. When I went to find Remus, I saw a chair, which was his favorite."

When talking about the chair, Hagrid's expression became abnormal, and his eyes were freely aimed at a tool box in the corner, and a red umbrella stood beside the tool box.

"...He has a common problem with Slytherin, likes to build relationships everywhere, loves vain, and doesn't like people with no potential. Of course, it's much better than the current dean."

Felix glanced at him with a reproach.

Sirius spread his hands, "I'm telling the truth, okay, let's ignore some unpleasant bat spirit," he continued: "Besides enjoying material things, he also has a magical ability to always notice students with potential. He has built a platform for these people to communicate and look forward to rewarding one day in the future. He likes this feeling."

"The Death Eater" Harry asked.
To be continued...