Seeing Gandalf wanted to apply for the Flying Professor position, Kael was extrely surprised.
As far as he knew, Gandalf had always been holess, constantly wandering various places in western Middle-earth, never stopping in one place.
Now, how had he beco interested in being a professor, and specifically a Flying professor?
After all, once successfully hired, it would an Gandalf would stay long-term at Hogwarts Castle.
This contradicted Gandalf's title as the "Grey Pilgrim."
Facing Kael's confusion, Gandalf smiled cheerfully and said, "This is all thanks to you. The Ministry of Magic you established has now opened many Floo Network fireplaces across the entire western continent. This old man no longer needs to travel long distances as he did before to contact and organize various free forces everywhere. I only need to use a fireplace to arrive instantly to the far corners of the earth."
"So I've beco idle now, and I believe my flying skills are quite good. Why not simply co here to apply for the Flying Professor position? Do you welco ?"
"Welco, of course welco!" How could Kael refuse such a good thing? Still, he couldn't help but say, "Gandalf, the Flying professor position seems like a waste of your talents. Would you consider other positions? Perhaps History of Magic or other positions? You can choose any you like!"
Gandalf shook his head, smiling. "Other positions are fine, but the Flying class is leisurely and interesting. It suits perfectly."
Seeing Gandalf insist, Kael could only reluctantly abandon his attempts at persuasion and hired him as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Flying Professor.
As Gandalf said, Flying class was very leisurely—only one lesson per week, and only first-year students took it as a mandatory course.
This was like being a physical education teacher at a school in another world—equally leisurely, even more so.
Of course, besides Flying class, the Flying professor also had to organize Quidditch matches.
However, overall, it was definitely very relaxed compared to other course professors.
After all, other courses t three or four tis per week, and in the future would teach seven entire year groups. The schedule was packed almost daily with virtually no ti for rest or leisure.
With all eight first-year course professors recruited, Kael had them formally take their posts and prepare course materials for each subject.
At the sa ti, Kael appointed Edward, the Transfiguration professor and steward of Hogwarts Castle, as the school's deputy headmaster, managing the school's opening and various affairs.
As for Kael himself, he did not teach any particular course, but beca headmaster.
Hogwarts Castle was very large. Kael designated the Amontillado Tower and gardens as his private areas, off-limits to others. The remaining buildings served as school areas.
Simultaneously, Kael directly divided the school into four houses, nad after the Phoenix, Thunderbird, Dragon, and Basilisk, corresponding to the traditional houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin.
These qualities also corresponded to those of courage, wisdom, loyalty, and cunning.
anwhile, over these ten years, Kael had not rely stayed in the castle doing nothing.
He had gone out and explored, traveling from unsignaled cities in the south to the ruins of the Angmar Kingdom in the north, traversing all of it. He had obtained many useful things.
At the sa ti, he had crafted a Sorting Hat made of dragon hide. He had infused his own thoughts and will, along with Gandalf's, Elrond's, and Galadriel's, into the Sorting Hat, allowing it to develop a unique personality with its own thoughts and will.
Perhaps because Kael had the personality of the Sorting Hat from another magical world in mind while crafting it.
The resulting Sorting Hat, besides being wise, humorous, and insightful about human nature, was also quite talkative and particularly loved music and composition.
It constantly entertained itself by humming songs and frequently pulled Kael and Arwen over to appreciate its newly composed songs.
After making all preparations, Edward, as deputy headmaster, went to the secret chamber where the Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance were kept. After checking the list of new students enrolling in September that year, he began preparing to send acceptance letters to students according to the roster.
Mid-July, Hogsade, a neighborhood where wizards congregated.
The wizards here were not completely isolated from ordinary people, but as the saying goes, those with power naturally distance themselves from those without.
Since wizards appeared, ordinary people both feared and envied them. In ordinary people's eyes, these magic-wielding individuals were different from them—elevated wizard lords.
Thus, naturally, wizards created a certain distance from ordinary people. Ordinary people treated wizards with respectful distance, and wizards preferred socializing with other wizards.
So wizard-ordinary person neighborhoods ford—mixed but relatively independent, not interfering with each other.
In such a place, in an ordinary wizard family's ho, the Bailey family was celebrating the birthday of their eleven-year-old son, Adam Bailey.
Mr. Bailey was one of the first batch of Magic Crash Course students. Among the original five hundred forty people, his performance was ordinary, in the lower-middle range.
After graduation, he joined the Ministry of Magic, becoming an employee of the Departnt of Magical Transportation.
He was primarily responsible for establishing Floo Network connections, ensuring fireplace links functioned properly.
Over these years, Mr. Bailey had constantly felt fortunate that he successfully passed the examination and luckily beca a wizard, even though his abilities ranked average among his classmates.
But since becoming a wizard, he had transford completely, his life undergoing trendous changes.
Magic beca the most important part of his life. With just a wave of his wand, household brooms automatically swept, dishes clinked and jumped into the sink for washing, then flew into cupboards.
The fireplace at ho was also connected to the Floo Network. Wherever he wanted to go, he only needed to step into the fireplace, toss a handful of Floo Powder at his feet, and arrive instantly.
Mr. Bailey had also married the woman he loved and fathered two sons and a daughter, living a happy life.
Today was his eldest son, Adam Bailey's eleventh birthday. He had specifically co ho early from work, buying a magical cake from Diagon Alley.
The whole family gathered around. The magical candles in the magical cake burned with colorful sparks, and a group of chocolate figurines bounced about on the cake, cheerfully singing "Happy Birthday."
As a Ministry of Magic employee, Mr. Bailey was better inford than others, knowing the lord planned to establish a magical school and recruit students.
So while celebrating his eldest son's birthday, his mind was sowhat preoccupied. His eyes kept drifting toward the window outside.
As one of the Magic Crash Course graduates, Mr. Bailey had witnessed the vast library within Hogwarts Castle and countless miraculous magical wonders.
He had countless tis regretted not working harder during the crash course, wishing he had learned more magical knowledge.
Though he knew that, given his aptitude, he had already done his best at the ti, he still felt he hadn't tried hard enough.
After all, after leaving the castle, he would never have the opportunity to return. He could never access so much magical knowledge again.
Now that word had spread that the lord planned to establish a magical school and recruit students, Mr. Bailey thought of his own son, silently praying in his heart that his son would be selected.
But he had no certainty about this matter and couldn't guarantee his son would be chosen, so he had never ntioned it to his family, especially his eldest son.
He deeply feared Adam would be disappointed.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Adam Bailey, today's birthday boy, noticed his father frequently gazing out the window and asked with so confusion.
Mr. Bailey heard his eldest son's words and suddenly ca to his senses. Just as he was about to say sothing, a crisp tapping sound ca from the window.
The whole family was drawn to investigate.
When they saw it was a pure white great snowy owl, the others showed surprise and confusion.
Only Mr. Bailey's face was filled with delight and excitent.
He imdiately left his chair, quickly approaching the window, eagerly opening it without hesitation.
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