The years of welding at Hogwarts

"Professor, why don't you take over the first-year courses as well?"

Noah handed the appointment letter in his hand back to Dumbledore who had just signed his name on it, but the damn old Bee Dumbledore seemed to be blind to it and picked up the ceramic cup on the table with a smile.

"I think you are fully qualified for this job."

The old bee winked mischievously at the young wizard in front of him.

"It's just a first-year Potions class. I heard from Severus that you have already started trying to brew advanced potions like Polyjuice Potion, right?"

"That's an advanced potion that won't even be tested in OWLs. I'm grateful that I was able to try it, even if I didn't succeed in the end."

Understand your level of Potions."

Noah put his hands on his hips, "But you agreed to substitute for Professor Snape, why did you leave the first grade to me!"

Regarding Noah's question, Old Bee Deng has a very strong and impeccable reason.

"Isn't this what you proposed? We can lower the requirements for recruiting professors and arrange those junior professors who are not so capable to teach lower-level courses."

After happily drinking a mouthful of the milk with saccharin in it, Old Deng continued to speak calmly.

"If you can take over the Potions class for the lower grades while Severus is away from school, then it shows that the plan you proposed is completely feasible."

Noah beat his chest and stamped his feet madly in his heart: What a sin!

He really wanted to slap the letter of appointment in his hand directly into the face of this shameless old bee, but he finally held back.

Noah waved his hands weakly, "Only for this week!"

First-year students only have one Potions class per week. Even if the four colleges are split into two classes, there are only two classes.

The Monday class was for Eagle and Badger Houses, and Friday morning was for the two enemy houses, Lion and Snake.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, have you posted the recruitment information?"

Noah stared at Old Deng in front of him with a suspicious look, which revealed his extreme distrust of the principal.

Bringing up this rather embarrassing topic, the rogue principal who was addicted to slacking off and had a notorious bad record avoided Noah's gaze guiltily and tried to shift the blame to other people.

"Things like hiring professors need to be approved by the school board..."

Noah accurately grasped the key information in Dumbledore's words, "In other words, you haven't announced the recruitment information to the outside world yet?"

Noah had just talked to Lucius about Hogwarts recruiting new professors.

Draco's father Lucius is one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he is also the one with the greatest say among them.

As long as he nodded, basically anything Dumbledore submitted to the board of directors for approval would be approved.

Noah also specifically told him not to hold up this project, and that he could approve all the gold galleons that Old Deng needed as funding for hiring additional professors.

According to the time when the application was submitted, even if the efficiency of the two institutions, the board of directors responsible for approval and Gringotts responsible for fund distribution, was poor, the funds should have been distributed long ago.

and so……

Are there bad people among the school leaders?

Could it be that Old Deng was like a certain fucking idiot who secretly embezzled the funds approved by the school board to other places?

Could it be that the Order of the Phoenix was rebuilt prematurely because of the early resurrection of a noseless monster?

Noah looked at the old bee with increasingly unfriendly eyes, and the suspicion in his eyes became stronger.

"I think I proposed this to you shortly after Halloween, right?"

Noah counted on his fingers the tasks he had done for the lazy old Bee.

"Regarding the number of new professors that need to be recruited, the additional funding budget required for the recruitment, the subjects they should be assigned to teach after the recruitment is completed, and the new course schedule after the additional staff are added..."

With every item Noah mentioned, the smile on Dumbledore's face became more awkward, and his back, which should have been straight, became more hunched.

By the time Noah had finished speaking, Old Deng had almost shrunk under his desk.

"I submitted the course schedule, which was the last completed of all these reports, to you before December, and now a full month and a half has passed.

Standing in front of Dumbledore's desk with his hands on his hips, the expression on Noah's face was no less terrifying than that of Professor McGonagall when she was angry, which made Dumbledore feel more pressured.

"And now you tell me that you haven't announced the recruitment information to the outside world yet?"

Dumbledore tried to defend himself weakly, "The funds provided by the school board..."

But Noah ruthlessly interrupted him before he could finish the first sentence of his defense.

"Draco's father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, organized a school board meeting a month ago and approved the additional education funding."

"From the time the application is approved, to the time the application form is submitted to Gringotts, to the time Gringotts transfers the funds into the Hogwarts account, even if the goblins are so slow at work, it won't take more than a week at most!"

"Not to mention that the creed of those fairies is that time equals money! They advocate customer first, efficiency first, and quality service, so there is no way they would be so slow!"

"Not to mention that Hogwarts is their most VIP client!"

"From the time they receive the application form, it will only take half an hour at most! The money will be transferred to the Hogwarts account!"

"That is to say, this money has been lying in the Hogwarts account for a whole month!"

"But you didn't do anything. You just hid in the principal's office every day, eating sweets instead of working! Or you sneaked around like a copper-smelting pervert stalker, using the Disillusionment Charm to hide behind Harry Potter and the Dark Knights who were wandering around at night.

Look behind him and stare at what he is doing!"

At this point, Noah couldn't help but slam the desk in front of Dumbledore.

"If you, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, have such a negative attitude towards work, I think you might as well resign from the position and let Professor McGonagall be the headmaster. She is much more qualified than you in terms of work attitude."

Hearing Noah's righteous words, the portraits of past principals who were dozing on the walls of the principal's office couldn't help but quietly open their eyes.

Among them, a wizard with a goatee simply did not hide it.

He laughed unbridledly, "Dumbledore, this kid is right. If this is how you want to be a headmaster, you might as well give up the position and let someone else do it!"

Dumbledore was scolded by Noah and couldn't even hold his head up, but that didn't mean others could laugh at him.

He glared at the portrait on the wall, and before he could open his mouth to refute, the fat turkey that had been squatting at the door suddenly flapped its wings and flew in front of the portrait with a "Pudong Rooster".

Fox flapped his wings at the frame and yelled frantically, "Shut up, old bitch! You have no right to speak!"

It was not tearing with claws but flapping with wings. This attack was completely painless to the two-dimensional portrait that only existed on the canvas, but it still made the former headmaster, whom Fox called "old bastard", very embarrassed.

Phineas Nigellus Black had to burst out at the volume he used when arguing with others to barely cover up Fawkes's hoarse voice.

"Dumbledore! Take care of your phoenix!"

After Fox's disturbance, the portraits of past headmasters on the wall stopped pretending to sleep and opened their eyes wide for fear of missing out on the show.

Some of the portraits even disappeared directly from the picture frames they were originally in, and ran to an unknown painting in the castle to get food such as melon seeds, peanuts, and drinks, and happily started watching the show with the snacks.

The Sorting Hat even went to great lengths to cheer both sides on.

Looking at the noisy principal's office in front of him, Noah sighed helplessly.

He simply ignored the noise in front of him, took a feather pen from Old Dumbledore's desk, then tore off a piece of parchment and began to write.

With Fawkes helping him distract Noah and the portraits of past headmasters, Dumbledore, the lazy old man, sneaked to the door of the headmaster's office.

But the hinges, which were usually extremely smooth, made an inopportune squeak at this moment.

Noah, who was writing on the parchment, didn't even raise his head. "Where are you going?"

Dumbledore, who wanted to sneak away but was caught, stood at the door with an awkward expression. He couldn't decide whether to open the door or put it down with his hand holding the door handle.

He placed his hand somewhat awkwardly on his beautifully groomed beard and twirled a strand of it nervously.

"Uh, I'm going to go to the Owlery and advertise for a new professor."

This lame excuse is totally untenable. Before you put an advertisement in the Daily Prophet, don't you write the advertisement copy first and then submit it to the editorial department of the newspaper?

So Noah simply replied to Dumbledore, "Haha."

This made Dumbledore even more embarrassed.

After he stood there hesitantly for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Noah had no intention of paying attention to him.

At this time, Fox also began to feel that this behavior of slapping someone in the face with its wings was very boring. If it was a real person, it would be fine, but why would it get angry with a painting?

As Fox flew back to his perch behind the office door, peace soon returned to the office.

Looking at Noah writing furiously, Dumbledore quietly moved his steps and came behind Noah to see what Noah was writing.

Noticing Dumbledore's gaze, Noah turned his head slightly.

"I plan to write a letter of recommendation to Mr. Lucius regarding the establishment of a special review team."

"For each specific use of the funds allocated to Hogwarts by the Board of Directors, corresponding receipts must be issued and a corresponding financial expenditure report must be prepared."

"At the same time, we need to add an additional position in the job advertisements we publish externally, that is, a dedicated financial staff."

With every word Noah spoke, Dumbledore's face turned greener.

"These bills and reports will be checked and summarized by the financial personnel appointed by the school board and Hogwarts, and then submitted to the review team sent by the school board for review. This will ensure that every sum of money is used for the right purpose."

Having said that, Noah gave Dumbledore an "innocent" smile.

"Professor, you can rest assured that this will not affect your right to speak in Hogwarts. This is just a measure to supervise you to improve your work efficiency."

"With the supervision of the financial staff, they will not sit idly by and watch you let the funds lie in the Hogwarts account for a long time without moving. Instead, they will urge you to put it into practice as soon as possible."

"That way, you won't have a situation where the board of directors has already allocated the funds, but you still haven't posted the recruitment information after waiting for so long."

“After all, funds

It is only useful when it is flowing. If it is just sitting there, it is just a pile of useless gold."

After hearing Noah's explanation, Dumbledore's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

With this being the case, how could he embezzle public funds and use the public funds for personal gain to support his Phoenix Society?

But Noah's reasons were so appropriate that they could not be refuted at all. How could he say no?

Promise Noah that this will never happen again?

Who would believe his weak and feeble words, and his bad criminal record?

Dumbledore suddenly felt like he had a myocardial infarction. He was wrong. He shouldn't have appointed this child as a substitute professor.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the subsequent conversation between the two of them.

If the subsequent conversation had not occurred, Noah would not have realized that he had not yet posted the job advertisement.

At this moment, Dumbledore seemed to have turned into Xianglin Sao of the wizarding world, and he couldn't stop mumbling to himself and blaming himself.

I'm so stupid, really...

I only know that every suggestion this child made regarding the current state of education at Hogwarts was to the point, very unique and extremely creative, but I didn't know that the same was true for his analysis of the loopholes in the existing system.

In the past, the school board allocated funds to me, and I could use them however I wanted.

But when this system is implemented in the future, as long as even a copper knut is lost on the books, the school board will realize that -

Oh no, I’m afraid I’ve been bitten by a hamster.

If there hadn't been other people here, Dumbledore would probably have started sobbing and wouldn't have been able to utter a complete sentence.

After Noah left, Dumbledore once again reached for the candy jar in the drawer out of habit.

But when his hand was about to touch the jar full of cockroaches, Dumbledore's movement suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Looking at the tempting cockroaches in the jar, a trace of struggle appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"I never thought that I would be so depraved by the temptation of sweets."

Dumbledore held up his beloved candy jar. "From this day forward, I will not..."

The raised hand froze in the air for a long time. In the end, Dumbledore did not have the heart to say the words "quit sugar". He tremblingly put the candy jar back to its original place.

"I'll eat less from now on."

He stretched out his claws to the cockroaches crawling and squirming in the jar, "I'll eat three cockroach piles tonight."

"The first one, the next one, the last one, the last one, the last one..."

No one knew how much time had passed, but when Dumbledore came to his senses, the jar that had once contained hundreds of cockroaches was reduced to just three, crawling and wriggling inside.

"Well, I said I'd only eat three tonight, so I'll only eat three."

Grabbing the only three remaining cockroaches in the jar, Dumbledore put one of them into his mouth, feeling the wonderful touch of its barbed legs jumping around in his mouth.

When the last cockroach disappeared deep in his throat, Dumbledore used his strong willpower to resist the urge to take out another jar of cockroaches from the cupboard next to him.

Lying on the soft big bed in the bedroom, Dumbledore had a proud smile on his face.