HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"Oh, Set, of course I agree with you, but it's a pity that this is Hogwarts, and we should put students' safety first when teaching them magical knowledge."

Dumbledore folded his hands casually in front of his abdomen. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Green in front of him from above his half-moon glasses.

"Hogwarts has a strict ban on teaching the Dark Arts. This is not Durmstrang."

"Okay, okay, since the principal has discussed this with me personally, I think I should understand and correct it, right?"

Green spread out his hands as if in compromise, but the other hand was holding his gorgeous cane and did not spread it out completely. Dumbledore subconsciously gave the cane a look.

"If you're okay, I have a class tomorrow morning. You know, when you get old, it's better to sleep well than to worry about trouble."

Green yawned symbolically, threw the cane lightly and held it firmly in his hand.

Dumbledore looked at the moon that was originally hanging outside the window and was tilting again.

"Since you know that it's troublesome, you should really go to sleep well, but I want to ask you something off topic."

"Oh? Please ask." Set nodded.

"I hope to know your relationship with that child of Hermarena. I don't quite understand why you would ask me for a job through her. In fact, I am indeed surprised that you came here from Durmstrang. Although there have been such cases before, you are different."

Dumbledore's mind was constantly working, thinking about every aspect of this man: his purpose, his style, his background, and his last name were all so concerning.

Green stared at Dumbledore's eyes which flickered in the candlelight, then he lowered his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth apart.

"Perhaps you know Sypens Tallos, yes, the boy's grandfather. Please allow me to tell you a story. Sypens and I were close friends when we were young. You know, there were many young and frivolous wizards in our era. He and I hit it off immediately in terms of interests and aspirations. He came from Hogwarts and I came from Durmstrang. It was an incomparable fate that brought us together.

But a very sad thing happened, and the bottom line is that he lost his family, and I lost him... I mean he disappeared."

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but the strange angle caused the reflection from his half-moon glasses to obscure his eyes.

"This is such unfortunate news. I'm so sorry about this, Set, but I think people who live in the present shouldn't be sad about the past and should cherish the happiness they have now."

"Yes, many years have passed, but I have sacrificed my happiness in pursuit of my ideals. As you can see, I am now a lonely old man. But perhaps Merlin did not completely exhaust my fate with Sypens, allowing me to meet Hermalena, so I decided to come to Hogwarts and get to know the place where he once lived and was praised by him. Facts show that you are a good leader."

Seth smiled, as if he really accepted Hogwarts. If Professor McGonagall saw this, she would probably frown. After all, he had pointed out many shortcomings of this place in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Your story is very special, and of course I want to thank you for your recognition of mine. Oh, see I forgot the time, it's getting late, so how about we stop here today? Good night, Seth."

"Yes, it is my honor to meet you who is willing to listen to me. Good night, Albus."

Fox, sitting on the aviary, yawned and heard the door to the room open and then close.

Dumbledore stood up with the help of the table. The cup of tea on the table for guests was still steaming. He glanced at it and looked at the door for a long time without any movement. Only when the white silk floating on the tea completely disappeared did he start to walk to the second floor. The teacups behind him turned a few times and flew back to the cabinet by themselves.

Outside the door, Seth, hearing the noise, finally left.

The following week, Professor Green taught students how to identify the effects of Animagus disguise, disguise, and Polyjuice Potion, but these three things were difficult in themselves, and Professor Green's explanation was too obscure, so the students wailed in front of the five-foot-long papers.

"This is crazy! Easy, easy, easy disguise, please, is there really anyone who can disguise himself in real life?" Ron lay on the dining table. It was lunch time, but there were still many students studying in the restaurant.

"Have you forgotten the time in our second year when we pretended to be... who was with whom?" Harry lowered his voice because there were still Slytherin students in the restaurant.

"Oh my god, but that was a potion that Hermione spent a month making. Apart from this, she can write a few inches. She can't write anything else. Hermione, can you copy your homework for me -"

"No way, I didn't finish it myself, it's you who didn't do your homework seriously. And Metamorphmagus exist, don't you even know that? They are natural disguisers, they don't need potions or wands at all. Oh, by the way, you can also see that I can complete the Polyjuice Potion, it's easy for me to disguise myself and approach you, but the art of disguise is too difficult, it's not even as convenient as the Polyjuice Potion..."

Hermione was looking worriedly at the blank section of parchment she had left. If you looked to the side, you would find that Hermione's thesis was no longer at a level that Harry and Ron could catch up with, and it could be described as already completed.

"Oh my god she's started it again."

"It's really difficult. And Hermione, you can't blame us. You know, Trelawney gave us a lot of homework. She asked us to observe the stars and even draw charts. Ron and I were praised by her for our nonsense last time. She paid special attention to the content of our divination. It was terrible."

Harry felt a headache when he thought about the woman who predicted the date of his death every day, and how he always made up a hundred and eight ways of his own death because only in this way could he pass Trelawney's class.

"yes--"

Ron's head fell heavily on the table with a loud noise. Forgive him, they had too much homework to prepare for next year's exams. In addition to these, there was Professor Spence's weekly History of Magic article, Professor Flitwick's reading assignments, a lot of Transfiguration training, and even Hagrid had assigned a very dangerous breeding task - those blasting-tailed skrewts. However, if anyone wanted to talk about danger, it had to be Snape, because he said that he would randomly poison students before Christmas to test the effectiveness of the antidote prepared by the students themselves. It is conceivable that this randomness would definitely not be so random.

"I hope you can soon get rid of the situation where you can only get an 'O' by cursing yourself to death. I have told you countless times that you should leave there with me." Hermione could not understand the pain of the two non-academic students. She just felt that she suddenly had an inspiration, so she started writing and drawing on the parchment again.

She had to finish her homework quickly so that she could continue to promote her house-elf rights movement, because this semester she learned that Hogwarts enslaved hundreds of house-elves to work for the school without any compensation!

Hermione specially set up an organization for this purpose, and of course Harry and Ron were the first to join.