Having returned from my long sabbatical, I found the university I came back to is not the university that I left. In an effort to increase enrollment, the dean has changed it from an institute of higher learning into a school of magic. Although I was at first reluctant to teach in such an environment, a Christmas ham persuaded me to take a position as potions instructor. Little did I know that dark forces were conspiring against me …
The first intimation of trouble comes in the form of an invitation to sit next to the dean on the steps outside his office, instead of on the nice comfy couch inside his office.
Who are these anonymous “complaints” coming from? What is their sinister agenda?
My attempts to defend myself and my teaching style fall on deaf ears.
Fortunately, qualified professors of magical studies are in short supply, so instead of losing my job, I am offered a transfer to another department.
The complainers may have won this round, but I will get the last bark — I will be the best magical creatures professor there ever was!
I am beginning to think that the school’s star pupil has it in for me. Could she be the one who caused me to lose my position teach potions? I will begin to make discreet inquiries until I find out the truth … because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.