Librarian at Hogwarts

Igno in the sky reacted immediately to his broom.

The broomstick was shaking rapidly. If Ignou hadn't held the broom tightly, he might have fallen off the broomstick.

"It's my turn to show up!"

Neil saw Ignat's strange movement and knew that the assessment had officially begun.

He was riding a broom and kept waiting in mid-air, already impatient in his heart.

Neil first flew quickly to a place not far from Igno, and then cast a spell to calm Igno's broomstick.

Once Igno can fly smoothly, this stage will be considered complete.

"Well done, a nice counter-spell."

Mag sighed from the audience.

She naturally saw that Neil was using a counter-spell, which was a very practical spell that could quickly disintegrate the spell cast by the opponent.

"Next, the difficulty will increase!"

Mag quietly muttered in her heart, but the movements of her hands were not slow at all.

Soon, a dark cloud enveloped the Quidditch pitch.

What followed was heavy rain, lightning, and hurricanes.

"Merlin's beard! I feel like I'm going to be blown away!"

Neil shouted loudly.

Now, the difficulty of the assessment can be considered to have reached the top level.

Ignat and Newt didn't feel well either.

Not only did the heavy rain soak their clothes, but like Neil, they also had to pay careful attention to where the lightning struck.

Throw in hurricanes and it's one hell of a simulation.

At this time, due to the violent fluctuations in wind direction, the flight of the Golden Snitch was obviously greatly affected.

It was obviously not flying as fast as before.

"This is the time, Newt! The Golden Snitch is right in front of you!" Ignat shouted loudly.

Newt tilted his head slightly and saw the Golden Snitch flying in front of him.

It seemed that for a moment, all he had to do was stretch out his hand and catch the snitch.

"The flight path of the Golden Snitch..."

"I have to seize the moment..."

Newt thought of the experience that Ignat had taught him, and he kept repeatedly judging the direction of the Golden Snitch's flight in his mind in the next second.

Although the hurricane and heavy rain caused Newt to be disturbed to a certain extent, his eyes were still clearly locked on the Golden Snitch in front of him.

"Yes! Now!"

Newt saw the right time, accelerated his speed, and reached out to grab the golden snitch.

At this time, a huge thunder struck in the direction of Newt.

"Oh my God!"

McGonagall watched everything that was about to happen from below, covering her mouth, afraid that something might happen to Newt.

And at this time of extreme crisis.

The huge thunder and lightning, the originally straight and thick lightning, turned into a round electric light. The electric light was like a thread, bursting out with dazzling light, spinning constantly above, but it did not affect Newt. cause any harm.

"really not bad."

Mag looked at the rapidly rotating electric aperture and nodded repeatedly.

Neil, on the other hand, held up his wand not far away, and said to Igno with a smile, "How about it, I can use the 'Thunder Flash' you taught me pretty well."

Ignat gave Neil a thumbs up, with a smile on his face.

The three of them flew back to the ground.

Professor McGonagall ran in small steps and ran in front of the three of them.

She rushed in front of Newt first, held Newt with both hands, and looked up and down.

"The lightning didn't hit you, Mr. Newt."

Newt smiled and shook his head, "I'm fine, Professor McGonagall. Just when the lightning was about to strike, Neil helped me stop it."

Mag was finally relieved now.

She looked at Neil and said cheerfully, "Congratulations, Mr. Neil. You passed the exam, and now you are the caretaker of the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts."

After saying that, she took out the application letter from her sleeve.

Principal Dippet's elegant handwriting shines brightly on this gilded application letter.

"Really? Oh my god, I can't believe it."

Neil accepted the application letter, and his inner joy was fully displayed on his face.

Yes, he was so happy.

He immediately hugged Ignat, and then hugged Newt.

Then, he raised the application form high.

Neil read the text word for word.

"Dear Mr. Neil, on behalf of Hogwarts... I am honored to hire you as the caretaker of the Quidditch pitch."

"Look, look, Igno. The keeper of the Quidditch pitch. I'm the keeper of the Quidditch pitch now."

Neil kept repeating it in Igno's ear.

"Yes, you did."

Ignat patted Neil on the shoulder, smiling broadly.

"Wait a minute, Professor McGonagall. Does this mean that I can also have a staff dormitory... I think the school should prepare a room of its own for each employee."

Neil said excitedly.

Mag said briskly, "Of course, of course. The school has prepared its own dormitory for every employee... But, I thought you two were always willing to live in the same room."

After hearing this, the two of them immediately shook their heads like waves at high tide.

"I don't want to live in the same room with a guy all the time!"

"Me too!"

McGonagall and Newt both laughed loudly after hearing their angry answers.

Then, Igno and Neil also laughed.

The cheerful voices of the four people instantly floated over the Quidditch pitch.

......

The next day, Neil really moved out of Igno's small house.

Of course, Igno felt that there was no essential difference between Neil moving away and him not moving away.

Because Neil lives next door to him.

The drinks and dried fruits that I had hidden deep inside were still attacked by this 'hungry thief' from time to time.

Ignat tried to let Sniff watch his house.

To prevent Neil's sudden attack.

However, he found that Sniff seemed to have quickly reached some kind of agreement with Neil.

Yes, the amount of wine and dried fruits in the room was still decreasing significantly, while the collection in Xiu Xiu's pocket became richer.

Moreover, Igno was unable to collect Sniffing's collection as compensation.

Because, as soon as he was about to collect them, the two sniffers put on a proud posture of complete strike.

Igno could only helplessly shake his head, lamenting the hardship and bitterness of life alone.

Fortunately, Neil didn’t eat for free.

He would give all the money he earned from gambling with the little wizards on the Quidditch pitch to Igno for safekeeping.

Moreover, after Neil now serves as the caretaker of the Quidditch pitch, he has the opportunity to engage in a "meaningful" activity such as ball game betting.

In his words, it's an 'investment'.

He felt that the money would definitely be of greater value here in Igno.

It seems very reasonable to replace it with some wine and dried fruits.

Ignat nodded after hearing this.

Then he looked at the wine barrel that he was about to see, and fell into deep thought again.