Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After hearing what Amanta said, Professor McGonagall lowered her chin slightly, as if thinking about the rationality of her words.

"If we assign an additional professor to review Hagrid's teaching content, it might be a burden for them. I think... probably no other professor is willing to take on this task."

Professor McGonagall sighed, her oval lenses reflecting cold light.

Obviously she understood that it would be nonsense for Hagrid to judge the danger of these magical creatures alone.

No matter what kind of dangerous magical animal it is, it will become a sweetie or a baby in Hagrid's mouth. The most terrifying thing is that he thinks so sincerely.

So if Hagrid can continue to teach the Care of Magical Creatures course, the best way would be to let another professor supervise Hagrid's course.

But what she said was right. This task was neither big nor small, and it was indeed a hassle. Which professor was willing to sacrifice his or her personal time to help this silly big guy?

"Excuse me..." Professor Lupin squeezed in at some point, with a head of slightly gray hair, revealing his forehead full of ravines, "If there is no other suitable candidate, I am happy to do this for you."

"Remus..." Professor McGonagall said, with a hint of hesitation on her face.

In Professor McGonagall's impression, the young professor in front of her, who looked aged before his time, was still the same spirited child he was a dozen years ago.

Even now, all the youthful vigor and vitality have faded away, leaving only the bitterness of old age, which has been prematurely carved into his face when he is only in his early thirties.

"Hagrid is our old friend." Seeing Professor McGonagall's hesitation, Professor Lupin continued, "Of course, it's not just because of this, there are more reasons - I think you should know that we are all outliers, thank Hogwarts for providing us with this opportunity."

Even though he spoke a little cryptically, Amanta immediately understood the hidden meaning behind his words.

Whether it is Lupin's werewolf identity or Hagrid's half-giant bloodline, they are both outliers ostracized by the wizarding society.

Since someone was willing to take the initiative to take on this task, Professor McGonagall didn't say anything more. Since the victims of this class, Amanta and Draco, didn't say anything, the matter ended with Hagrid having to discuss his teaching content with Professor Lupin one day in advance. Of course, Hagrid had no objection to this.

As she watched the professors leave, Amanta suddenly remembered something.

"…Draco, are we forgetting something?"

"what?"

"We seem to have forgotten..." Amanta looked at the empty plates on the long table, "dinner time seems to be over."

After finishing their meal and watching the melons, students from the four major colleges filed out and the auditorium soon became empty.

"So hungry."

Amanta rubbed her empty stomach after a whole day of running around, which was now making a loud protest.

"..."

Draco looked at the long table with a grim face. Perhaps it was his upbringing as a Malfoy that prevented him from expressing his feelings without caring about his image like Amanta did.

"I knew it. I saved some for you."

Suddenly, a familiar, messy black head squeezed in between them, and glared at Draco in the middle.