[Satisfaction from Dumbledore +10]
[Satisfaction from Dumbledore +10]
[Affection from Dumbledore +10]
Jason walked behind, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
Soon, the two arrived at an empty classroom.
Dumbledore sat in the very center, with Professor McGonagall, whom he had met once, beside him, and a greasy-haired professor, Snape, whom he also knew.
The other two were a little person and a kind-looking lady, whom he didn't recognize.
The greasy-haired professor casually glanced over and said, "Such a big fanfare, I thought you had brought Ollivander here."
Hiss... what a powerful attack.
Jason swallowed and sat down in a seat opposite, where a form was spread out, along with a quill.
Name...
Jason Heath.
Gender...
Male.
Age...
25.
Education...
University of Manchester, Civil Engineering Department.
Why did he feel inexplicably ashamed?
Specialized Magic...
Alchemy, Transfiguration, Charms.
The last item was something he reluctantly wrote down, following Dumbledore's suggestion in his ear...
After handing over the form, he leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling...
The color of the ceiling and walls of this classroom didn't quite match. If he were to design it, he would use spruce planks, which would not only match the colors well but also be elegant and dignified.
And opposite him...
"Mr. Heath..." Snape stared at the form in front of him and asked.
"...Mr. Heath?"
"Jason Heath!"
"Ah? What is it?"
Jason, who was studying the ceiling, came back to his senses and looked at the greasy-haired professor who was questioning him.
"Do you mind demonstrating your alchemy?"
"What do you need me to demonstrate? I mean, how should I demonstrate it?"
"The most basic, matter transmutation? After all, besides a certain annual position, I don't want my colleague to be a good-for-nothing or a liar."
Jason deeply agreed with his nod, because to be honest, he was that kind of good-for-nothing and liar. If Dumbledore hadn't called him over, he wouldn't have come to this classroom.
It wasn't that he didn't want to get this so-called professor job, but he had a clear understanding of his own level. He was a dimensional reduction blow when it came to decoration.
Alchemy? What was that?
The four professors looked at this almost admitting nod, and their strange gazes simultaneously fell on Dumbledore, who could only say awkwardly, "Demonstrate anything, preferably something magical."
"Alright."
The next moment, a block of iron suddenly appeared in his hand, followed by four thumping sounds, and a T-shaped steel frame was placed on the table.
"That's not Transfiguration," Professor McGonagall explained.
"I can see that, so?" Snape still had a strange look in his eyes. What he was seeing now was alchemy, but it felt so... weird?
Then Jason conjured a pumpkin block, which he placed steadily on top of the iron T to serve as a head. In an instant, the pumpkin block in his hand transformed into a pair of scissors.
To be honest, this one move had already convinced Snape of his skill, because Snape hadn't felt any extra magic fluctuations at that time.
That was truly creating something from nothing, using magic to materialize four cubic meters of iron, then transmuting it into a pumpkin block, and finally a rough pair of scissors.
Simply creating something from nothing using magic, instead of using material equivalent exchange, none of the alchemists he knew had this kind of skill.
Then he saw a scene that almost made his eyes pop out. He saw him use the scissors to cut a grimace into the pumpkin, and then the T-shaped iron block and the pumpkin head began to melt and be reshaped.
In the blink of an eye, it became a steel knight nearly three meters tall, a.k.a. an iron golem.
Dumbledore saw everything in his eyes, and the smile in his eyes grew even more. He nudged Professor McGonagall beside him with his elbow.
"What do you think?"
Professor McGonagall's expression became even more serious: "You know, I'm not an expert, but I felt a kind of life force... creating life using alchemy..."
"Dumbledore, where did you find him? I don't remember Hogwarts ever having such a student..." Snape also said.
"You have to blame the Book of Admittance and the Acceptance Quill for this."
Dumbledore said casually.
The others didn't care what Dumbledore was saying. They probably thought that the Acceptance Quill hadn't radiated outside of England and Scotland, and didn't think that this somewhat heaven-defying alchemist had been living in the Muggle world until today.
They just quickly drew a circle under the form, which meant they agreed to a new colleague joining Hogwarts.
Until Dumbledore took out the letter of appointment he had prepared long ago, Snape happened to glance at it.
Monthly salary: 130 Galleons.
Seriously, this salary was the average salary of most professors, not much different, but for alchemists or potions masters, it could be said that it was no different from giving to beggars.
But he didn't have the heart to meddle in other people's business. An alchemist of this level wouldn't be short of money. At worst, he could alchemize gold himself, unlike himself who brewed potions and earned hard-earned money.
Eh... life is not easy...
"Do I need to sign?" Jason asked.
"Oh, here." Dumbledore happily left his seat and stood behind him, pointing to a blank space in the corner of the parchment.
"A professor's job, sounds good."
Jason shrugged, picked up the quill, and wrote his name there.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, you will like it here. I'm Filius Flitwick, call me anything." Professor Flitwick came to Jason's feet and extended his hand.
"Please advise me, Professor." He also bent down and shook hands with Professor Flitwick.
"Pomona Sprout."
"Professor Sprout."
Jason sincerely introduced himself and greeted politely, while Dumbledore put away the magic contract as if he had found a treasure.
Looking at this scene, Jason suddenly had an idea, was he being tricked?
Before he could figure it out, Snape, dressed in a black robe, appeared in front of him.
"Severus Snape, I like to communicate with talented people, my office is on the first floor below ground."
"I will remember that."
As only three people and an iron golem were left in the empty classroom, Professor McGonagall finally came over and shook hands with Jason.
"I am happy to show you around Hogwarts. This is not only your future workplace, but I also hope it is like your second home."
"Maybe it will be my first home." Jason replied politely.
"That would be great."
...
During the day, Jason disassembled the iron golem in Professor McGonagall's wasteful gaze, and then chose a spacious, sunny office on the third floor and followed Professor McGonagall to get to know the entire Hogwarts and the faculty.
It wasn't until the evening that he finally had time to return to his office.
Overall, this job sounded good, and his colleagues should like him very much.
Perhaps some people are more arrogant, you can't see it on their faces, but the series of satisfaction and trust in their minds can't be faked.
And this series of positive attitudes once again allowed his MC block to upgrade once.
A new block appeared in his hand.
A sense of death and decay appeared in the office. He looked at the floating wither skeleton head in his hand and fell into deep thought...
This block looks like it will explode at any time, what's going on?