Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..."

After Hagrid greeted him vaguely for a long time, Snape, who was blocked by Hagrid, finally couldn't hold back anymore and pushed Hagrid aside with a frown.

Snape half-squinted his eyes and looked down at them with a condescending and pretended casual gaze.

"I'm so glad for Madam Pomfrey to see our troublemaker and little Peacock back safe and sound. She doesn't have to sweat in the hospital wing on the first night of school to make a few cups of bone spirit for a few troublesome children, and trouble me to make a few doses of white tangerine essence... Oh, fortunately you didn't use this as an excuse to wander around the castle late at night and scare poor Filch into a nervous breakdown..."

Even after two years of being tempered by Snape's sharp tongue, Amanta only felt dizzy when she heard these long, smelly sentences again.

Snape's awkward personality was probably fixed in this life. Even if words of concern came out of Snape's mouth, they had to take some twists and turns.

But after she blinked her heavy eyelids hard and moved her eyes downward, she unexpectedly discovered that there were several irregular bulges on the outer edge of Snape's silky black robe.

That place... seemed to be the pocket inside the robe, heavily filled with several large bottles of medicine.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor," said Amanta.

Snape stiffened, his Adam's apple rolled, and his face turned pale.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall had already walked over and tapped Snape's shoulder with her wand, indicating that the next thing to do was to leave it to her.

Then she turned around, pushed up her half-framed glasses that were perched high on her nose, and looked sternly at Amanta and Draco.

"Ms. Merlin, Mr. Malfoy, I hope you can tell me the truth about what happened in the Care of Magical Creatures class this afternoon."

Amanta had no choice but to bite the bullet and make up a half-truthful story, which was about when Draco was riding Buckbeak, Buckbeak accidentally lost control, so she had to chase after it on a broomstick. When they chased it over the Black Lake, they accidentally fell into the water, and after going through numerous hardships, they finally climbed onto the shore.

As for the giant squid and mermaids, she didn't mention it at all.

Professor McGonagall glanced at their robes, her eyes behind the lenses lingering for a moment on the algae that had not been completely removed from the hem of Draco's robes.

"I'm glad you're all okay, but because of this incident, I think we should reconsider the proposal to let Hagrid be the professor - this is Dumbledore's personal idea. To be honest, I don't distrust Hagrid's ability, but his reckless and careless character and preference for dangerous animals will undoubtedly bring danger to the children."

Hagrid finally came out of his sorrow and stood blankly beside Professor McGonagall, like a child who had done something wrong.

Amanta had anticipated this, too.

Although Buckbeak's loss of control did not cause any harm to Draco this time, if she had not followed him, or if someone else had taken his place, there would most likely have been serious consequences.

Considering Hagrid's relationship with them, she decided to say a few words for him.

"I think given Hagrid's knowledge of magical creatures, there is absolutely no problem for him to be the professor of the magical creatures class. I think the problem lies in whether the magical creatures selected for the class are dangerous and whether it is appropriate to have close contact with them."