Chapter 478: A Busy Week

The train arrived at the station, and Harry walked off the train slowly. At this moment, he really hoped he could take a boat with the first-year students, as the beginning of his true, carefree first year. But unfortunately, he was already an adult who could no longer be willful, so he had to board the carriage honestly.

The Great Hall was still in its usual magnificent state, with golden plates and goblets shining under the illumination of hundreds of floating candles, and the four long tables were filled with chatting students. At the top, the professors sat together, including Trelawney, who was used to being absent-minded, and Slughorn, who smiled every day and overdrawn Snape's smiles. These two confidants of the headmaster surrounded the current headmaster, who had a plain expression and seemed to be distracted. And, Harry saw Tonks, who was wearing a faint smile and had turned into a blonde witch using Metamorphmagus—of course, for a long time, everyone could only call her Doctor.

Just as he was looking around, the door opened, and McGonagall led the first-year freshmen into the Great Hall. The Sorting Hat began to sing its usual song, and one student after another was sorted to the corresponding table. Harry and Luo En widened their eyes, wanting to see someone suitable to be a Seeker, but unfortunately, they all looked ordinary, and it was impossible to tell if they had flying talent.

Finally, the sorting ceremony ended, and food began to appear on the long tables. Several people chatted while enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Until they were full, Snape stood up and began to introduce the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to everyone. Some freshmen were still asking why the one from last year wasn't teaching, while the seniors were looking forward to seeing who would be new next year.

After the noisy dinner ended, Harry saw a notice in the corridor on his way back to the dormitory:

All seventh-year students will meet with their Head of House in the coming week to finalize graduation internships and employment directions. For specific times, please see the table below.

Harry glanced at the list. Fortunately, McGonagall sorted them fairly by the first letter of their surnames, instead of like those sycophants who wrote meeting lists and always put his name in the first line.

Therefore, before going to McGonagall's office for an interview, Harry still had a chance to attend a Defence Against the Dark Arts class taught by Tonks.

"I hope to design a progressive, systematic teaching syllabus that takes into account basic theory, practical defensive skills, and moral education. Perhaps you might be a bit dismissive now, but believe me," Tonks said confidently, "when you can still see me standing here next year, you will understand the significance of this syllabus."

"But we will graduate next year." A student in the front row said.

"Oh," Tonks reacted quickly. "But you can still come back to see me."

"Alright, let's talk about the Defence Against the Dark Arts knowledge that seventh-year students should master." Tonks turned the book to a page quite far back. "Our teaching this year is divided into two parts. One is advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts, and the other is NEWT test preparation. Since you are sitting in this classroom, I assume you would rather get good grades in the NEWT exams. After all, you can think of various ways when encountering a Dark Wizard, but exams do not allow running away, do not allow asking for help, and even less allow failure."

When she started handing out test papers and test preparation materials, a student raised his hand: "Then do we still have a chance to learn spells and come into contact with Super-Wizard power?"

"That's something for after you become an Auror, and what we need to do now is to ensure you have the qualifications to participate in the selection," she said unceremoniously. "You can also go to the Order of the Phoenix, which has much lower professional requirements than an Auror, but the downside is that the Order of the Phoenix won't pay you, and they won't provide meals."

Harry received the review materials. Sure enough, they detailed various dark creatures and corresponding resistance measures. These were all things learned before, which needed to be remembered and recited during exams in the future. He sighed softly and began to read line by line.

One review class, three consolidation papers, directly shattered all the students' fantasies about the Doctor—of course, only limited to the fifth and seventh years. Children in other grades still liked this new professor. After all, leaving aside the teaching content, at least her face was very beautiful.

Then, on Thursday, Harry sat in Professor McGonagall's office with some trepidation. The last time he came was because he was having an affair at school, and was denounced by McGonagall as a "bad example."

"Sit down, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said. "I have received internship invitations related to you. To be honest, there are many, and almost every named industry or company has submitted an invitation, including one from 10 Downing Street. Our Muggle Prime Minister invited you to serve as—"

She picked up her glasses and read carefully, word by word: "Special Advisor to the Defence Staff, or Honorary Commander of the Strategic Command, or Deputy Chief of the Defence Staff. You can choose any of the three positions."

"I still hope to stay in the Wizarding World," Harry said tactfully.

"Then you need to choose a job for yourself," McGonagall took a large stack of flyers from the edge of the table to her front. "Given that you once proposed wanting to be an Auror, and possess very excellent grades and a resume, there is an invitation letter from the Auror Office here... direct entry?"

Harry swallowed, but he quickly figured out what he really wanted: "Professor, I'm wondering if I can stay at Hogwarts."

"You want to be a professor?" McGonagall followed the convention to look for the booklet of Hogwarts professors.

"Not really, I want to be a student," Harry said seriously. "In the six years since I entered the Wizarding World, I have been experiencing various things every moment. I want to take a good look at this school again in the last calm days—truly as a student."

McGonagall didn't seem to expect Harry to have such an answer. She looked a bit moved and also had some resonance. After briefly adjusting her emotions, she said: "I agree, Mr. Potter. I believe you chose to do this because you love this school deeply."

"And in order to ensure your file is not blank, I still recommend you accept this internship invitation from the Minister's office. They allow you to fill in any position you want to do," McGonagall handed over a stamped piece of parchment.

"But I'm not going to the Ministry of Magic." Harry was a bit confused when he took the paper.

"Your internship position is—Hogwarts High Inquisitor," McGonagall smiled, encouraging him to write down this position that seemed familiar, yet seemed very distant.

Next, Harry had the right to audit any class in any grade, which was exactly what he wanted—even if Luo En would rather sleep.

He first listened to Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. Since removing the word "care" from this class in the fifth year, Hagrid had become more radical and wild in teaching: he brought a bucket of Blast-Ended Skrewts to the third-year students directly. Harry had originally prepared to help him maintain order, but the third-year students had quite a few advantages in fighting the Blast-Ended Skrewts one-on-one, which resulted in all the remaining Blast-Ended Skrewts being half-dead when they returned to the bucket, except for a small number of excellent students who were both strong and gentle.

Then, Harry came to the classroom of the true prophet who wouldn't speak. After experiencing a report, Trelawney no longer said things like "I'm afraid you're going to die," but instead used "You might see your great-grandmother" as a substitute—and those students whose great-grandmothers were still alive would occasionally say good things for her.

And Professor Haipu, even though many people knew he worked for the White House, no one went to trouble him. Harry listened to one of his classes and had to admit that this professor was very excellent in teaching, very good at mobilizing the classroom atmosphere, and would also give detailed explanations of the key and difficult points of the textbook. The only pity was that Harry didn't understand.

After visiting the several professors he was most worried about, time flew to the weekend in the blink of an eye. Harry couldn't wait to go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop to date Zhang Qiu. And just as he stepped out of the common room, Eve grabbed him.

"Do me a favor, Harry. I know you can Apparate. Take me to the Midland Hotel."

"Where is that?" Harry spread his hands. "I can't go to a place I haven't been to, and I can't take people yet!"

"Manchester." Eve showed a pleading expression. "Please, I have an appointment with someone, and this is very important to my plan."

Harry pondered for a long time, and he thought of a trick: "It just so happens that Tonks is at school. We can borrow the TARDIS to send you there, but you have to tell me who you have an appointment with and what you intend to do."

"Alex Ferguson, I want to ask him about team management, operations, and tactical design," Eve said firmly. "This is the only way for me to participate in Quidditch."

Harry searched his mind and couldn't think of any famous Quidditch star with that name, but he didn't dwell on it too much, just assuming he hadn't heard of him. At this moment, his mind had completely drifted to the tea shop.

He took Eve to knock on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office. Tonks was happy to help and promised she would accompany Eve and send her back safely. Then, in this familiar office, Harry watched the two of them climb into the familiar wardrobe, feeling very emotional for a moment.

In the evening, after an afternoon of dating, Harry returned to school glowing, and saw Eve returning with a notebook full of words. He went forward happily to encourage her a few words.

Just then, three figures who had been squatting in the common room for a long time rushed out from a corner and grabbed Harry's robe tightly.

"Mr. Potter, you can mobilize the TARDIS, so can we go see Nicola," Quinn said. "We really miss him."

On the side, his two little partners also showed longing expressions. ===== CHAPTER 479 =====