July 1991, British Isles, by Lake Windermere.

"Ricardo...... Actually, we all believe in you as a family. ”

Fleur Delacour looked at the scene across the table and cried:

Seventeen-year-old governess Ricardo Silva expertly used a summoning charm to put away the hidden magic camera, closed the alchemy recorder in the briefcase, and finally put away the Analysis of Combat Magic and the draft book, and bowed politely.

"The camera recorder is for storing evidence, hiding it is to prevent you from wandering, and sitting opposite is also to avoid suspicion, these are all habits I want to cultivate as a tutor." Ricardo said solemnly.

Of course, it's more about listening and watching, understanding and improving your own level of communication.

After speaking, the two were silent for a long time, and finally Fleur broke the calm: "So...... This is the last time you've taught me a lesson? ”

"Not necessarily," said Ricardo, "I'll send you a set of exam papers every month, and I'll come to your house next summer for my final test." ”

"Who said I can't care about you after tutoring, your teacher is still your teacher."

“……”

Fleur was completely speechless, took out a book from her schoolbag and smashed it at Ricardo: "Mr. Nicol Lemay's "Alchemy Notes: Enchantment", I have copied it for you, give it." ”

Ricardo took the book, flipped through a few pages, and looked up in surprise: "Codex? So you learned the words of the dragon and the phoenix dance from Mr. Lemay? ”

His tone was a little heavy, so heavy that it made people want to beat: "If you don't learn the good aspects of others, what handwriting to learn, do you know what level people are and what level you are......"

"Is this my hand-copied good?" Fleur interrupted Ricardo's education in a loud voice, "Principal Maxim didn't allow me to take it out of her office, and it took me ten full days to finish copying!" ”

"I said how did your last monthly exam score regress!!"

Fleur: "......"

"However, you also have a heart, so I won't give you homework today."

Ricardo looked at Fleur, who was stuck in self-doubt, chuckled, put away his briefcase, and took out a few cards from his pocket: "I'll go back and wait for the application, and I'll send you a few things as a souvenir of the last lesson." ”

Fleur picked up the card and looked curiously, "What is this?" ”

"This is a card I developed, and I injected a few spells into it, and I released it in battle, which can achieve a surprising effect."

The corners of Ricardo's mouth turned up, and he walked to the door in a good mood.

"I'm working on this project, and I've only made these few experiments. I went to teach at Hogwarts to communicate with the masters there. ”

"Last time, you said you went to the UK because it was too difficult to find a job......

"......" he stumbled.

Is it okay if people are difficult to dismantle?

"Alright, I'm leaving, I wish you a nice trip to England!"

Watching Ricardo leave without looking back, Fleur couldn't help but chuckle under her breath, her jade hand slashing across her aqua blue eyes like scissors.

Get back a game and keep up the good work!

……

On the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, a square room.

It was an ordinary room, with a silver-white hourglass on a table with spindle-shaped legs, and shelves behind the table where Ricardo's luggage were placed.

Although it was a hot summer day, the fireplace in the room was dancing with red firelight.

Ricardo sat on a round stool, his right hand supporting his head, his left hand holding a pen and drawing, recalling something in a mess, and for a long time, let out a long sigh.

"After seventeen years and seven years of ups and downs in the wizarding world, I have to be a teacher again......"

Two lives as a teacher, life seems to have returned to square one.

That's right, Ricardo Silva is a time-traveler, a former teacher.

It's been seven years since he received Beauxbatons' acceptance letter.

Originally, he thought that this was the rebirth of Qisan as a cute treasure, but the life in the orphanage and the arrival of the owl made him understand that this was a great crossing of the wizarding world.

He was thrilled when he received that acceptance letter.

Magic! Spell! This is the real way of talking!

Of course, Ricciardo hadn't read Harry Potter, and when he heard that it was required reading when he was a child, Ricciardo was not interested in reading, and wrote down the test knowledge points that were sent down, and then threw them aside.

It wasn't until he heard a series of words such as Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald that Ricardo's memory was evoked, and it was discovered that he was wearing books.

So what does he remember? Well...... Except for a few titles...... In addition to the story results...... It's gone, it's really gone.

Of course, this is nothing, compared to the story that started a few years later, what he should deal with more now is - the problem of all evil capital!

Voldemort had to clear Dumbledore before he could get to France, and the lack of Kim Galleon was imminent!

It's been seven years since he came to the wizarding world, and in the past seven years, he has worked as a summer job for a bookstore in the early stage and a tutor for Fleur in the later stage, barely satisfying food and clothing.

Crossing into this world, in addition to being precocious, his biggest golden finger is spiritual will.

This gives him unparalleled memory comprehension, combat reflexes, and keen sense of life.

Therefore, the third-year Ricardo relied on this perception and reflexes to save Fleur Delacour at the hands of three adult dark wizards, so his career changed and became her tutor.

However, this is not a long-term solution, and after graduation, he needs a stable job to at least live his life in peace.

…… He embarked on a long job search journey.

"Silva? Are you the son of an aristocracy in the Americas? ”

"No, no, I'm just an ordinary Muggle wizard, but I'm absolutely ...... capable of"

"I'm sorry sir, we need to consider your application a lot, or you can take a look at this family, with their recommendation, you can definitely get in here......"

A few months before graduation, he began to apply for various bright professions, but the results were either predetermined or too dangerous, and even took out a contract to demand allegiance to such and such a family.

After all, he was just a Muggle wizard, and even if he was a time-traveler and had the advantage of winning at the starting line, it was difficult for him to enter the wizarding world.

As a world that still retains its medieval style, the class solidification here is even more severe than Ricardo imagined.

Purebloods hold positions in the Ministry of Magic, waiting for a mud-blooded like him to wag their tails and beg for mercy.

However, he doesn't want to be forced to be a dog by life.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

A few noises interrupted his thoughts, and the magic hourglass of quicksand struck the table with a sharp click, as if to remind him of something.

"Alright, I see," Ricardo pressed the hourglass to silence it, "it's time to apply there." ”

The hourglass then fell silent, and it rolled over of its own accord, leaving a piece of gravel on top of it, continuing its internal flow.

"Hogwarts Dark Magic, the legendary cursed subject...... I'm so fearless. Ricardo stood up and picked up the briefcase on the shelf.

He took Floo powder out of his luggage, walked over to the fireplace, and said the address where Hogwarts was applied.

"I don't believe it, I can't hold this position yet. I hope that future students will be as smart and ...... as Fleur Delacour is now."

An emerald green flame rose and engulfed the last word of the governess.