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"Dumbledore! I don't know why you did this. Claire is still a child, and you let him be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Don't you know that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be cursed every year?"
"He loves magical creatures. He's a very loving child. He has a good life now, is self-sufficient, and has a girlfriend who loves him. Do you really have to let him get involved in such a dangerous incident?"
When she saw Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall finally vented the anger that had been suppressed for several days, and she walked directly towards Dumbledore and questioned him.
At this moment, Dumbledore was holding a Buzzing Bee Candy in one hand and was about to put it into his mouth when he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall who suddenly came to the headmaster's office. He froze in mid-air in embarrassment.
After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, a bright smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He said in a kind and friendly tone, "Minerva, didn't we agree before? This time we should try to see if there would be any uncontrollable problems with two professors teaching at the same time. This matter concerns the reputation of Hogwarts. Minerva, you don't want to see Hogwarts being reported in the Daily Prophet next year because it can't recruit a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
After saying that, Dumbledore put the fizzing bee candy into his mouth with a look of enjoyment.
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, as Dumbledore had suddenly found her weak spot.
As the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, how could she possibly want to see this kind of news in the Daily Prophet.
However, she also didn't want Claire to get into trouble because of this matter, not only because of Claire's kindness, but also because she felt sorry for Claire.
She knew everything about Claire best. She had suffered a lot to have such a life.
Seeing Professor McGonagall's expression, Dumbledore comforted her, "Minerva, you must also believe in your students. Since he is confident in applying for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it means he is well prepared. I believe that every student who graduates from Hogwarts is excellent."
"Well, I can't refute what you said. However, please pay more attention to Claire when necessary. After all, he is still a young wizard. I just hope that he can go back the same way as he came to teach at Hogwarts."
Professor McGonagall compromised. She had to admit that she could not argue with Dumbledore, but she also made a request to Dumbledore.
"Of course, Minerva, I don't want any of the Hogwarts teachers or students to have any accidents here."
Dumbledore said this somewhat solemnly.
Of course, if we didn't look at his hand grabbing at the pile of candies, this statement might be more convincing.
"Excuse me, I have to deal with the next admission letter situation first."
Professor McGonagall said goodbye and left.
Just as Professor McGonagall came in a hurry, she left in a hurry too.
Dumbledore pulled out a bag of Bibimbap Dolce Beans from a pile of candy.
And as Dumbledore moved, the pile of candy suddenly collapsed and scattered on his desk.
Beneath the pile of candy, a corner of a photo from the Muggle world was visible.
There is not much information to be found in the photo, except that it can be confirmed that it was taken in a forest.
In the deep forest, half of the handsome face with a bright smile creates a strong contrast with the deep forest.
Only those pair of ice-blue eyes are imprinted in people's minds at first sight.
"Ouch, the smell of snot!"
Dumbledore complained, his face distorted a little. Even though it was not the first time he had eaten snot-tasting Bibibi Multi-Flavor Beans, he still found it hard to accept.
...
On the third floor of Food is the Heaven of the People, in Claire's room, his figure suddenly appeared.
Sitting down on the sofa, Claire fell into deep thought.
Applying to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was something he had not expected.
In his memory, he clearly remembered that a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts came to take up the position this year.
The original reason for applying to be a professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was to have more protection for this time when entering Hogwarts.
Unexpectedly, he was actually hired in the end.
As the old Eastern saying goes, plans cannot keep up with changes. In this case, he needs to make some preparations for this year.
Of course, if he could master the Phoenix Nirvana Demonic Mark before the end of this year, then all these dangers would no longer be dangers, but would only be stepping stones on his road to success.
However, a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. He will not pin his hopes on it unless he is 100% sure.
We must despise the enemy strategically, take the enemy seriously tactically, and remain as steady as an old dog in the face of any emergency.
Claire waved his hand, and a silver goblet with exquisite hollow patterns carved on it appeared in his hand.
He took out parchment and a quill and wrote on it:
Mundungus, no message from my Pensieve yet?
You better not lie to me!
After writing two simple sentences, Claire threw the parchment directly into the goblet.
When the parchment was thrown into the goblet, a flame started burning from the goblet. In a moment, the parchment burned out and disappeared into the goblet.
This was his means of communication with Mundungus, whom he had entrusted to help him find the Pensieve.
More than a month ago, Mundungus had written him a letter saying that he had found the burial place of a great wizard, and that it was very likely that the Pensieve he wanted was there.
It was because of this incident that Claire decided to go to Hogwarts to see the Phoenix's Nirvana Mark.
Only a magical artifact like the Pensieve could allow him to repeatedly observe the magic pattern memories that he had only viewed once.
Let him successfully draw the Phoenix Nirvana Magic Pattern.
...
After doing all this, Claire came to a closet in the house, the wand appeared in his hand, and he tapped the closet gently.
A faint magical fluctuation emanated from the closet, and then Claire took a step forward and walked into the closet.
The closet door wasn't even opened, and Claire walked right in as if she were walking through water.
Claire changed his sight and came to a forest. A huge thunderbird flew over his head at a high speed and disappeared into the depths of the forest.
Claire looked around, confirmed a direction, and walked into the forest.
Looking up, this forest occupies a large space. Around the forest, there are very strange scenes that challenge people's cognition.
Beyond the forest, there are deserts, lakes, volcanoes, snow-capped mountains, and swamps.
Several different scenes exist in this space, giving it an indescribable sense of weirdness.
A bunch of magical creatures, some of which can be named and some cannot, live in special scenes.
Claire's golden finger only works on magical creatures, and he has a strong interest in all kinds of magical creatures with special powers.
And this is the special space he created personally based on the suitcase of Mr. Newt Scamander, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Because he was looking for various magical creatures, he met Mr. Newt Scamander. Naturally, he followed his example and made one for himself because of his magical and convenient suitcase.
Of course, his own one was bigger. After all, he was not a real magical biologist, and he didn't want to take care of those cute magical creatures every day.
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