Hogwarts Castle, Deputy Headmaster's Office.

McGonagall flipped through Ricardo's resume unhurriedly, tapping her index finger on the table.

"When I was fifteen years old, I published "O.W.L Scholar's Notes" with my classmates? Recently, he has researched "Analysis of Five Years of European N.E.W.T. Real Questions" and "Analysis of Battle Magic"? Mr. Silva, it seems, is quite a good wizard. ”

"Thank you." Ricardo smiled indifferently, it seemed that the professor had a good impression of himself.

"So, what prompted you to come to Hogwarts? You're an excellent graduate of Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang is also a great choice. ”

McGonagall's eyes looked at Ricciardo through the lenses, as if she could see through his mind.

Of course, they all failed to apply for a job, and then published a book to hit the street, otherwise who would come here to gamble their lives...... Ricardo complained in his heart, and then replied honestly:

"Durmstrang is not as open as Hogwarts, money and power are still very important to them, and Beauxbatons ...... I beg your pardon for having too many friends there to be a professor and not be a deterrent. ”

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, immediately understanding what Ricardo meant.

He must have hit a nail elsewhere before coming to Hogwarts.

It was a good boy, she thought, with the vigor of a young man and the magical knowledge of an adult, and Mr. Silva was more than qualified to be a professor.

But...... Unfortunately, the position had already been booked, and Dumbledore had told her that the position could be filled by Quirinus Chino.

Default?

McGonagall hated it, reminding him of the Slytherins in seventh year who had planned to smash Bludgers at her.

This feeling of being in control of someone's future was really bad for McGonagall, even if she had already stepped into the ranks of those in charge.

But Dumbledore was the greatest white wizard, and he must have discovered something to do so. As his successor, she believed that Dumbledore must have done something about it.

"Mr. Silva is only seventeen years old......"

"There is an old saying in the Celestial Empire, which is called ambition is not in old age." Ricardo heard what McGonagall meant, but retorted.

"It's a pity, Mr. Silva, that we already have a better candidate."

"Really...... Ricardo looked as usual, but he couldn't help but be clouded in his heart.

Am I really that incompetent? Can't even get this cursed position?

The Hogwarts Dark Magic Defense has always been cursed by Voldemort, and every senior professor cannot serve for a year, and may even lose his life.

However, if he can't even get such a position, does he still have to qualify in the wizarding world?

It was better to go back to being a Muggle, Ricardo thought bitterly, maybe he could return to the Celestial Empire and continue to be a teacher in some temporarily unknown school.

Although he doesn't have much memory of the nineties, he still remembers some of the history of the school, and he may be able to mix well now, at least much better than now.

Anyway, the future wizarding world is also in turmoil, so it's better to go back.

However, why, I am still a little unwilling in my heart......

This is the Hogwarts that many people dream of, this is his favorite magic, this is ...... Seven years of his youth.

How could he be willing to give up?

……

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a young man with a pale face walked in.

He was not tall, his head was bloated from a purple scarf, and one eye twitched involuntarily repeatedly.

"What's going on, Quirinas?" McGonagall's tone was tinged with surprise, "Why are you wearing such a thing?" ”

"Before—some time," said the young man, "I helped—helped—a prince of Arabia, and he—he gave me—I did—as a gift—a gift." ”

"Quirinus Chino, I remember you didn't stutter before......" McGonagall looked at her with a strange look.

How did Ravenclaw go about Gryffindor?

"No-it's okay, I-I'm fine," said Chino, "Is I-my application-application-through?" ”

McGonagall nodded, handing the employment certificate to Chino.

"Ahem," Ricardo had to show his presence when he saw the proof that had been prepared, "I seem to need a french fries to relieve my sore throat......"

The scene was very embarrassing for a while......

McGonagall's eyes flashed with unnaturalness, and then she regained her composure: "I look like I forgot to turn off the lights when I went to bed at night. ”

Ricardo didn't care about anything, and walked up to the young man.

"Are you—vomit—quirinas—vomit—Mr. Chino—vomit?"

Merlin is on top, this - vomit - really not that I deliberately played tricks on the master in front of me, he is - vomit - it stinks!

He also walked up to Chino to speak in front of him out of respect, but - vomit!

Chino sneered, tightening the scarf on his head, "I'm very-sorry, first-sir, are you-you anything-something?" ”

Ricardo took a few steps back and bowed politely:

"I'm Ricardo Silva, and I thought, isn't it a bit difficult to run seven grades by myself? I'm willing to help here, like being your assistant or something. ”

After all the rejections of the European Ministry of Magic, as well as the rejection of the three major magic schools, he no longer expects to reach the sky once and for all, as long as he can eat with a mouth.

Chino was a little alarmed: "I-I'm—I'm—honored—but—but—it's not—not necessarily—necessary. ”

"But the smell of garlic never deters vampires, and your expression proves that you don't like garlic."

This is already a rather euphemistic reminder: Chino's performance is not at all suitable to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and Ricardo has the ability to teach, and they can cooperate with the teaching to achieve a win-win situation.

If it weren't for the Professor's ability to directly feed and provide new knowledge (Hogwarts Library), he wouldn't be so groveling.

"Thanks, but I don't really need an assistant ......"

"No, it's necessary, sir!" Ricardo didn't care about the smell anymore at this time, and walked forward quickly, "Mr. Chino, I don't need to be overpaid, and I'm willing to take on more tasks, and in the meantime—"

Ricardo suddenly stopped talking, and a strange expression appeared on his face, and he stared at Chino for a long time, staring at Chino step by step.

After an awkward silence, Ricardo smiled and slowly moved forward: "Mr. Chino, I seem to know something. ”

"Got it?" Chino looked at the seventeen-year-old boy in front of him, and for some reason he was a little nervous.

He wouldn't see it, would he?

Wearing a scarf on his head and deliberately stammering, all to hide the Dark Lord behind his head, the king who can bestow him "endless glory".

Although he failed for the time being, he would return sooner or later, and even in this weakest moment, his "great" master, Voldemort, would be able to sneak into Hogwarts without Dumbledore.

Can...... Seem...... The great master was discovered?

"You know the reason for the smell of garlic, don't you?" He tilted his head and smiled weirdly.

Before Chino could react, his mind suddenly roared like a thousand armies, and the so-called king yelled angrily in his mind: "Damn it! This mudblood actually felt my presence! He was actually testing me with his spiritual powers! ”

"Hell, how can his soul be so powerful!"

"Master......" Chino sweated on his forehead, and his eyeballs twitched even more.

"Promise him," Voldemort's tone soon calmed down, but the anger in it could still be heard, "don't let this mudblood interfere with my plans, just let him have an accident next year." ”

Chino was thinking about how to say it, and Ricardo gave timely and thoughtful advice: "In this way, I am in charge of three grades, you are in charge of four grades, and then the salary of the Dark Magic Defense Class is halved, how about it?" ”

Since he is in an invincible position in negotiations, Ricardo naturally does not have to be as humble as before, and he is naturally full of confidence when divided equally.

"That's-that's not bad, I-I think it's-it's not a nice--suggestion." Chino looked at Ricardo cautiously and replied "kindly".

Ricardo calmly turned around, smiling lightly for the first time in half a year, "What do you think, Professor McGonagall?" ”

McGonagall looked at Chino and then at Ricardo, wondering what had just happened, as if the kid in front of her had gotten the handle of Quirinus?

Either way, it was a good ending, she didn't think that the professor who had taught Muggles could teach the Dark Magic Defense well, and that she should find someone responsible.

"I'm okay with that, one mouth won't impoverish Hogwarts, and the Headmaster won't mind injecting fresh blood into the professorship," McGonagall smiled as she stood up and held out her hand, "Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Silva." ”

"Oh, thank you very much."

Finally finding a job, Ricardo breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't been driven back to the Muggle world, though he still lost the face of the traverser.

Then, in McGonagall's puzzled eyes, in Chino's twinkling gaze—

He fell.

- It stinks.