When will Hogwarts raise wages?

As night fell, Amosha was woken up by the alarm clock while sleeping. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window.

A small boat could be vaguely seen on the black lake heading towards Hogwarts.

Amosha changed into a dark blue robe embroidered with silver stars, used a magic hairband of the same color to pull up her long dark red hair, and applied lipstick in a ritualistic manner.

After receiving crazy compliments from the mirror, Amosha nodded with satisfaction - Ding! Your beautiful and beautiful Professor of History of Magic is online!

Amosha was deeply intoxicated with her beauty and was ready to amaze all the students. Professor Weasley hummed a tune and went out. By chance, she bumped into Dylan who was passing by her door and walking towards the auditorium.

"Are you going to surprise the whole audience?" Dylan got her point perfectly.

"I am amazed every day." Amosha looked arrogant.

Indeed, Amosha is very beautiful. She has Weasley's ancestral red hair, a pair of bright light blue eyes, and long eyelashes. Her face is particularly thin, but her high nose makes her look very energetic. To be honest, Amosha is also very satisfied with her appearance after time travel.

When she was still studying at Hogwarts, people from four houses pursued her, but Amosha didn't agree to any of them.

joke! Amosha would rather hang out in the library than fall in love. Is it because magic is unattractive, or is life-saving cheating unimportant?

In short, Amosha has successfully lived a single life for twenty years and currently has no intention of breaking it.

You know, at Hogwarts, almost all the teachers are single, and the only one her age is Dylan.

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On the way to the auditorium, the two walked together at first. When they were approaching the auditorium, Amosha walked a few steps quickly, and instead they arrived at the auditorium one after the other.

Although they are fellow villagers and good friends, due to the fact that one of them is a Gryffindor and the other is a Slytherin, except for their best friends, Dylan and Amertha have tacitly chosen to keep their relationship secret from people.

Dylan and Amertha were seated near the faculty chair. To Amertha's relief, Professor Quirrell was not next to them, but close to Snape.

Amertha had always wondered whether Dumbledore had known that Voldemort was on the back of Quirrell's head, and therefore let the double agent Snape keep an eye on him.

She also discussed this issue with Dylan, and the answer she received was: We don’t understand the world of great gods, so we should just quietly be a pony, which is safe and can save our lives.

Amosha:…

Students from first grade and above have already taken their seats at their respective college tables. The entire auditorium is filled with the excitement of meeting friends and the students' expectations for the new semester.

Amosha was bored and could only look up at the students in the auditorium.

Her eyes stayed for a long time on Percy, who had the prefect badge neatly pinned to his robes, and who was sitting upright, and on the twins who were chirping and scheming. She then quietly turned her head and glanced at Quirrell, who was wrapped in a turban, and unconsciously Sighed.

I feel like this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is really unreliable...

Amosha decided to give Percy a copy of her notes from the fifth grade Owls exam when she returned to the office, and then take the time to read Muggle romance novels to catch up on Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for her three remaining brothers.

Today I am also a considerate and good sister.

Soon, Professor McGonagall led the first-year pods into the auditorium, and Amotha immediately saw her little brother and Harry walking beside him.

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the three-legged stool. The crack in the middle of the Sorting Hat moved, and everyone in the auditorium stared at it.

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a smarter hat than me,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the top hat for the Hogwarts test,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

Any hidden thoughts in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat,

Try it on, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried deep in my heart,

Their courage, courage and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may be a Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Into wise old Ravenclaw, perhaps,

Those who are wise and learned,

There they will always meet their comrades;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Maybe you make a true friend here,

But those cunning and insidious people will use any means to

to achieve their goals.

Come wear me! Don't be afraid!

Never panic!

In my hand (although I don't even have a hand)

you are absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

——Quoted from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"

After a burst of applause, the Sorting Hat bowed in the direction of each house table and teacher's chair.

Amosha twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, and did not forget to clap her hands.

There's a reason for her black line - she heard this sorting song when she was in first grade! The Sorting Hat actually did this trick!

Dylan on the side was obviously aware of it. He ignored Amosha's fingers that were poking at his robe, and exchanged an indescribable look with her.

None of them expected that the truth would come so quickly.

As early as when Amosha first joined the job, she became curious about the Sorting Hat - has the Sorting Hat composed a new song every year for hundreds of years?

She asked Professor McGonagall for confirmation, but she did not get enough evidence to prove this.

Now she finally found the answer, I bet it was a dozen different songs! After the first class of students left, they sang the same song again and again!

After graduation, he stayed in school and stayed at Hogwarts for ten years. Professor Weasley: "..."

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The sorting went very smoothly. Those who should go to Slytherin went to Slytherin, and those who should go to Hufflepuff also went to Hufflepuff.

Especially for classmate Harry Potter, the savior. When the Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor", the students' applause and cheers could almost knock off the roof of the auditorium.

Amosha also clapped her hands and watched Harry sit down at the Gryffindor table.

The surname Weasley was ranked behind Potter. Even though she knew that Ron would definitely enter Gryffindor, Amertha was still a little nervous.

It wasn't until Ron stumbled towards the Gryffindor table that she breathed a sigh of relief, and belatedly realized that she was already ravenous.

That's right. After she returned to school, she only ate a few pieces of the bacon sandwich her mother made, and then fell asleep. She slept until the party started, and the food had long been digested.

Finally, under Amosha's expectant gaze, Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students with a smile, and announced that dinner was ready.

In an instant, sumptuous meals appeared on five tables.

Amosha couldn't wait to cut her portion of steak, but there were so many students in the auditorium, so she still controlled her eating speed and ate each item slowly, so as not to be misunderstood as being possessed by a starving ghost.

After barely eating until she was 80% full, Amosha restrained her desire to get more lamb chops and began to eat the pudding in small bites.

For the sake of her own figure, Amosha could only abandon her appetite for food and drink, and formulated a series of fitness plans for herself to ensure that she would not become a "three-high" person in this magical world where there was a serious lack of exercise.

At this time, everyone had almost finished eating, and most of the students started chattering among themselves.

Amosha saw the twins whispering to their friend Lee Jordan, wondering what they were harboring. Percy was discussing some academic issue with Hermione (it's easy to guess, the last time Amertha saw him so excited was when she and he were discussing transfiguration and animagus), and a few seats away, sat Ron and Harry, what a coincidence, Harry was covering his forehead and looking towards the teacher's desk.

Her heart trembled, she forced herself to calm down, and quietly glanced in Quirrell's direction.

Quirrell was talking to someone next to him, the back of his head facing the Gryffindor table.

really. Amosha gulped down the remaining pumpkin juice in the cup.

Even though Amertha was a time traveler and had a God's perspective, when she was born, Voldemort had already broken up with Dumbledore, and the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix had been at war for a year.

So she had mixed feelings about Voldemort.

On the one hand, she knew that this guy would be killed by Old Deng sooner or later, and he would not be able to survive for long, so she was not afraid that the wizarding world would really be taken over by him. On the other hand, she was different from the time-travelers who were born at the same time as Harry, " "You-Know-Who" and "Death Eaters" were not just stories told by her parents, she had indeed experienced the darkness they brought to people.

Amertha had never seen the two uncles of the Prewett family since she was five years old. Charlie had asked her parents, but nothing came of it. Amertha clearly saw her mother wiping tears in the kitchen.

There was also the Cardos family, and the Weasley children had received invitations to their daughter's third birthday party. But that day, their parents told them that the party was cancelled, and the Cardos were traveling abroad.

Amosha kept an eye out and quietly sneaked to her parents' bedroom door at night and learned that a week ago, the Dark Mark appeared over Kados's house.

The deaths of these people reminded her that Voldemort was not a paper man, but a real dark wizard.

The kind that can kill you at any time.

Putting down the cup, Amosha's hands were still shaking a little, and she suddenly felt warm on her hands.

Dylan still drank the pumpkin juice expressionlessly, but his left hand held her hand through the tablecloth.

Amosha's nose felt sour and she squeezed back hard.

At this time, only the fellow villager had such a tacit understanding with her, and Amosha was inexplicably moved.