"There's no fixed classroom for Care of Magical Creatures. You can choose to continue using Professor Kettleburn's classroom, or you can build your own."
In a clearing on the southwest corner of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall expressionlessly introduced the new Care of Magical Creatures professor to his office.
As the Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration professor of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall handled many of the school's affairs, but her current demeanor was purely due to the person in front of her.
As Evans's professor for seven years, she knew very well that this young man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Ignoring Professor McGonagall's stern expression, Evans looked at the spired house occupying a considerable area in front of him and nodded nonchalantly.
"Professor Kettleburn's classroom is quite good; I don't even need to re-prepare the room."
The teaching area for Care of Magical Creatures was usually outdoors, with little need for an elaborate classroom. He had no particular demands for a room, as long as he could sleep there.
He could even forgo a sleeping place if he was having too much fun in the Forbidden Forest.
"Then this classroom is yours."
With that, Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a stone nearby transformed into parchment out of thin air, flying to Evans.
"This is your timetable. The student roster will appear below after students select their courses. If you need to change textbooks, you can also tell me in advance."
Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses. "I recall you published several books on the abilities of magical creatures two years ago?"
Evans nodded. In the two years after graduation, he had been honing his abilities, and in his free time, he had researched several of his own unique talents.
Due to his unique gift, his understanding of magical creature abilities was far more thorough than that of other researchers.
But it hadn't reached the point where he needed to change textbooks.
"There's no need to change textbooks. Senior Newt's books are very comprehensive. Mine are more in-depth research and don't help much with basic understanding."
"Senior? It seems you get along well."
Nodding slightly, Professor McGonagall prepared to leave.
"I know you're eager to go straight to the Forbidden Forest." Before leaving, she carefully chose her words, "But before that, you'd best prepare your lesson plans and teaching tools."
"Care of Magical Creatures, as one of the more interesting of the five elective courses, has always been a top choice for many young wizards. You should be prepared for a heavy teaching load."
"…Don't worry, Professor, I've always been an obedient person." Evans showed a mature and steady expression.
"It had better be."
Professor McGonagall gave Evans a complex look and turned to leave.
She still had a lot of work to do and hoped this young man was as reliable as he claimed.
But in her memory, this young man was not a reliable person.
However, he couldn't possibly be worse than Professor Kettleburn, who had truly managed to undergo sixty-two probationary periods during his tenure, with his remaining one arm and half a leg being the best proof of his recklessness.
Damn it, she thought. Why are the school's requirements for new professors getting lower and lower?
With a pessimistic outlook on the future, Professor McGonagall returned to the castle.
Watching the castle gates close, Evans shrugged, picked up his suitcase, and entered the house.
The room's furnishings were quite clean, with some seemingly extraordinary magical creature materials placed as decorations in various corners. The furniture was a bit old, but the material was good, and this slight age did not affect their aesthetics.
Placing his suitcase on the bed, Evans carefully surveyed his surroundings and drew his wand.
Professor Kettleburn's house was not built by him but rather left behind by a Care of Magical Creatures professor from over a hundred years ago.
At that time, this class was still called Beasts Class, and wizards had no awareness of protecting magical creatures.
It wasn't until modern times, after several magical creatures vital to wizards went extinct, that this class was officially renamed Care of Magical Creatures.
After all, if they didn't protect them, wizards would soon run out of materials for wand cores and potions.
"Scourgify."
After cleaning up some dust and stains in the classroom, Evans sat on the bed and unlatched a buckle on his suitcase.
A fluffy, duck-billed head peeked out from the gap. It seemed boneless, quickly wriggling completely out of the suitcase, landing its feet on the bed, one hand on its hip and the other pointing at Evans, looking very displeased.
"I only didn't let you out for one day, and isn't the space inside the suitcase quite large?" Smiling, Evans rubbed the Niffler's fluffy head and tapped the side of the suitcase twice more.
Less than two seconds later, a silver-white arc suddenly burst open by the bed, and a large blue-green Diricawl appeared from the arc, then lost its footing and fell directly off the bed.
"Coo!"
Teleporting back to the center of the bed, Alice the Diricawl looked around excitedly at everything.
"This is our new home. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be living here for a long time."
"You can play around nearby. For at least this month, no one will disturb you."
Hearing they could explore freely, the two little creatures immediately ran excitedly towards a door on the side.
"But!"
Grabbing the Niffler and the Diricawl and placing them back on the bed, Evans straightened his face and looked at them both seriously.
"Before you go off to play, I have to lay down three rules for you!"
"First, Nana, you are not allowed to run around, especially not into the castle to look for your so-called treasures!"
The Niffler, who had just been excited, stiffened, its eyes losing their sparkle, and it lay down on the bed.
"Then, Alice."
Evans looked at the Diricawl beside him.
"You can go out and play by yourself, but you are absolutely not allowed to conspire with Nana!"
This warning was very necessary. Due to his talent, the magical creatures who befriended him would also see their own abilities improve.
If a Diricawl that could teleport other magical creatures around the castle, combined with a Niffler with a seemingly bottomless pocket, were allowed to roam Hogwarts, the school would probably be emptied within half a month.
"Coo!"
Alice the Diricawl nodded solemnly, indicating that she would absolutely not do such a thing.
After repeatedly warning Nana the Niffler not to go to the castle, Evans picked up his suitcase and left the house, heading for the Forbidden Forest.
He had to fulfill his promise to Dumbledore to "deposit" his little companions elsewhere.
This was not a simple task; he had to arrange their living locations according to the habits of the companions in his suitcase.
It wouldn't be good if he accidentally disrupted the Forbidden Forest's original ecosystem.
"The larger ones need to be placed deeper, trying to find food sources for them…"
"The Mooncalves can be placed near the centaur tribe. As long as I don't show my face, they won't be disliked by the centaurs, and their safety will be guaranteed…"
As he allocated living spaces for the magical creatures, Evans couldn't help but recall what had happened half an hour earlier.
At that time, he had gone to a place with Headmaster Dumbledore to complete the "small favor" he had previously promised.
It was a secret room in the castle, filled with many protective measures. According to Dumbledore, those measures were to guard something very important.
But Evans always felt that the Headmaster wasn't very keen on guarding that item well.
Although several of the protective measures were incomplete, the ones that were completed didn't look like proper protective measures at all.
Instead, they looked more like a series of challenges.
Whether it was the Devil's Snare or the little game of finding keys, these things, while seemingly difficult, had questionable protective capabilities.
Shouldn't an important item be placed in an extremely sturdy container, with only a one-way key?
What was the point of all these fancy features? Was he hiding something or setting a puzzle?
Evans was very concerned about the safety of Dumbledore's important item.
Although he hadn't seen what the item was, he wanted to do his best to help the Headmaster.
With the help of those few little creatures, the item the Headmaster wanted to protect surely wouldn't have any more problems!
Those were the adorable little ones he personally taught, specially trained to guard important items!
Thinking of being able to help the Headmaster, a satisfied smile appeared on Evans's face.
Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore, sitting in his chair, looked somewhat dazed; he still couldn't forget what Evans had done earlier.
He actually thought his final protective measure was already very complete and didn't need such absurd preceding challenges.
But this… was also not bad.
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth couldn't help but curl upwards slightly at the thought of what a certain person might encounter.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, possessed traits of calmness, serenity, and gentleness.
But besides that, he was also a person skilled at finding joy and amusement in life.
And now, he felt a very good source of amusement.
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