Although he was filled with fear, out of his trust in Hagrid, Harry still mustered up the courage to look at the black dog.

'It's so big...'

This was Harry's first reaction, but he soon noticed that the dog was very thin, as if it hadn't eaten for several days.

'Strange, I seem to have seen it somewhere...'

Such thoughts emerged, but were quickly denied by Harry himself, 'It should be an illusion, but why is it looking at me like this?'

"Harry, don't get too close. It looks hungry and may attack people!"

Hagrid's warning voice sounded, causing Harry to wake up from his thoughts - before he knew it, he was very close to the big dog.

"You have to feed it something, otherwise I doubt it will even be able to hold up my cabin,"

While Hagrid firmly controlled the black dog with one hand, he muttered, "After your classes are over on Monday, I will take it out of the school. The Forbidden Forest is not a friendly place for ordinary creatures."

"This trap is already the deepest. It's strange. Why didn't you catch it a few days ago?"

Hagrid muttered and took out the leftover rock biscuits in his hand, "You are so hungry. Eat some first. When you get to my room, I will get you some meat or something, maybe a rooster?"

When those rock cakes appeared again, Harry and Ron covered their mouths in unison - Hagrid's rock cakes were as hard as ever and could be used as weapons.

Seeing the black dog struggling with the rock cake with its teeth, Harry stepped forward with some fear, tore off a handful of leaves, then used the transfiguration spell to turn them into containers, and then summoned them with clear water like a spring.

Come out of the water.

He silently pushed the water basin in front of the black dog, hoping that it would be of some help in its battle with the rock pie.

"A very good spell," Hagrid could not help but praise, and then squatted on the ground and looked at the black dog - although this was not a swallow-tailed dog with one tail cut off, it looked a little wild.

'Maybe with the swallow-tailed dog...'

Such thoughts emerged from Hagrid's heart, and then appeared on his face, making Harry and Ron take a step back, and also made the black dog who was dealing with Rockskin Pie underground suddenly shudder.

"It's a bit scary," Hagrid said cheerfully, and then continued to watch carefully.

"Harry, I think that black dog is going to..."

Ron bit his ear in a low voice, "Hagrid looks very much like he did in first grade."

Harry remembered the time he was talking about very clearly - Hagrid had obtained a dragon at that time, but because it was against the law, the dragon had already been sent away.

"And I'm telling you secretly, Harry," Ron said in a voice that Hagrid could never hear clearly. "As far as I know, after Hagrid became a professor, most of the Ministry of Magic's training bans were imposed on him.

If it fails, even if he does get a dragon, the Ministry of Magic won't say anything - as long as he can come up with a reasonable excuse."

"Does Hagrid know?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Hagrid doesn't know. I also secretly heard it from my father. Think about it, if we weren't privileged, how could our textbook be replaced by a book that bites people?"

This fact easily convinced Harry and made him agree with Ron's point of view - if Hagrid realizes how much power he has now, then he really doesn't know what will happen.

"By the way," Ron asked curiously as he watched the black dog eat a piece of rock biscuit with difficulty, "The clear water like a spring is very difficult. How did you master it?"

"Very high?" Harry was stunned, "But the professor said that it is basic magic. He asked me to master it during the holidays. I was able to release it stably some time ago..."

"Basics? That seems to be a sixth-grade spell - I remember Fred and George said they mastered this spell, and Mom was quite proud."

"But..." Harry was stunned, "The professor said this is a necessary spell for survival in the wild and self-rescue in disasters. It even has the function of preventing poisoning, so it is a basic magic that is widely used..."

"Disaster self-rescue? Fred and the others are trying to prevent the dormitory from being set on fire..."

"It's time to go. If I don't watch carefully, there will be troublemakers trying to sneak into the Forbidden Forest!" Hagrid shouted towards the two of them, and then with a slight flick, the big and scary black

The dog was easily held under his arm with one hand, "We should go back!"

'With Hagrid here, the black dog doesn't seem so scary...'

Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Harry's mind.

——

"are you sure?"

In William's office, William pushed the basket of snacks to the other party and asked, but his tone was not very relaxed.

"Of course I'm sure, Professor, this is the best opportunity I've found in a while."

Percy Weasley, who was sitting opposite William, nodded with a solemn look on his face.

"To be honest, it would be great if an outstanding student like you is willing to help, but I don't think it is suitable for you." William looked at Percy, "This is not your previous employment direction, and this resume is not suitable for you.

It’s not very helpful, and it’s very dangerous.”

For assistants, William is more inclined to choose children whose career goals are Aurors - there are exactly two of them in this seventh grade class. Although their overall performance is not as good as Percy's, they are not too far behind in terms of combat effectiveness.

This resume will be helpful to them in the future, and William also plans to give his assistants some tips. The already tested training techniques can be used by them in various ways.

"But Professor, you said that I am the best in this class."

A smile appeared on Percy's face, full of confidence.

"Of course, whether it's grades or actual combat," William nodded, "or even which subject."

"Don't spread this word," William said with a serious expression, "Among all the students in your class, no one can compare with you in terms of talent or hard work. Cedric, who is one level below, is good, but he

There are obvious shortcomings - your two younger brothers are talented, but they are much more trouble than Cedric."

"Even if we count further down, the only person who can compare with you in terms of effort is Miss Granger, who is in third grade, but she is still almost..."

William usually could only communicate with some professors when commenting on students' behavior like this, but now he said it to Percy for the first time.

"You can endure boredom, and your execution and self-discipline are excellent. To be honest, no matter which field you choose to study, you will become a very outstanding wizard."

"Being an Auror is an excellent career, Professor."

"But you don't know how. What you want is to communicate with the younger students, right, Percy?"

"Yes, Professor, if I talk to them as a prefect, it will soon become an ineffective communication, but it is different for assistant teachers. I hope to hear their true feelings after a battle or other things.

idea."

…

"Okay," William nodded after a moment of silence.

"The salary is not high, one to three times a week, three galleons each time. I will inform you directly when the time comes."

"Yes, Professor."

——

"The assistant is Percy?"

"Of course, Professor McGonagall," William sat relaxedly on the chair opposite Professor McGonagall, "your student, you know better."

"Yes, he is a very good kid, but he is a bit too rigid - but he is much better this year."

"But, in this case, will he still have time to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

Professor McGonagall hesitated, "But it's not a big problem. There are a lot of Weasleys, so it doesn't matter if we go to the Ministry of Magic a little later. Maybe we can avoid those purebloods who don't like the Weasleys."

Of course it is impossible to say this to students, but there is no harm in talking to professors.

When it comes to the employment of students after graduation, it is naturally impossible for professors to say what the Daily Prophet clearly stated - it is not that Hogwarts does not conduct investigations, and the professors know how many bastards are admitted to the Ministry of Magic every year.

It is impossible for a student to have poor grades for seven years and then suddenly shine like gold when he arrives at the Ministry of Magic. The seven-year education at Hogwarts cannot compare to the enlightenment at the Ministry of Magic - then the professors should simply switch jobs.

Forget being a student at the Ministry of Magic.

"The venue is ready, the equipment still needs time, and there is no problem with the teaching assistant's salary," Professor McGonagall shared William's application form, "This way, Professor William, you can post a notice on the bulletin board."

"If possible, I hope to give students an opportunity for an interview. Of course, this is my personal wish. If Professor William you prefer that kind of private club, the school has no objection."

"Originally, it's just to take care of students who have room for study," William smiled and shook his head, "If you join the club, there will be no less homework. If they want to come, they can come. I'm not here to collect geniuses."

"But you have already made my best student a teaching assistant," Professor McGonagall, perhaps in a good mood, even joked, "A student as outstanding as Percy may not be discovered until a group of students graduate.

This is a selection from wizards all over Britain!"

"Excellent talents cannot always be buried. He is a Gryffindor through and through."

"Of course."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and anyone who dared to object to her would pull out their wands and duel - she was the Head of Gryffindor!

——

"Venue, teaching assistants, funds...the equipment is still being purchased. It will arrive next week," William thought, "What else is missing?"

He has never officially organized a club. He only organized a similar banquet last school year. Those people could have come to help, but unfortunately, during the class on Friday when cheating students were caught, most of them

The twins have already been detained in confinement.

"There needs to be a special textbook or guidance document?"
Chapter completed!