"You want to teach at Hogwarts?"

Professor Flitwick looked surprised and said, "Don, although I appreciate your ideas, I'm afraid this is not a simple matter. ”

"It requires a certain amount of social status and fame." Old Tom interjected, "A professor at Hogwarts is not an ordinary person, at least there must be some well-known books, some well-known honors - such as the badge of the Merlin Order. ”

"Of course, except for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the requirements for this position have been getting lower and lower in recent years."

Professor Flitwick glared at Old Tom and interrupted him, "Dumbledore's requirements for this position have never been lowered, but because of some bad rumors, many wizards are reluctant to take up their positions. ”

He took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, if you really want to, I can help you get in touch with Headmaster Dumbledore, and if he's happy with you, maybe let you try it in the next school year." Of course, as I said before, he's been busy lately. ”

"And, I've heard some gossip." Old Tom couldn't help but interject again: "Dumbledore seems to have communicated with the centaurs, and everyone knows that the centaurs have a hand in astrological divination, which makes it difficult not to guess that Dumbledore wants the centaurs to take over Trelawney's divination class"

Professor Flitwick frowned and said, "Where did you hear that?" ”

"Hagrid is a regular here." Old Tom squeezed his eyes, "Hagrid's mouth has always been strict, only when he's not drinking. ”

"To be honest, I think Don is better suited to be a professor of divination than a centaur, and if I had a child, I wouldn't want him to follow centaurs to learn all that god-."

"Old Tom!" Flitwick raised his voice and said displeasedly, "It's an internal Hogwarts matter. ”

"Of course, of course." Old Tom shrunk his neck: "I'm just gossiping about centaurs, no one can change Dumbledore's decision anyway, can they?" ”

He quickly poured a glass of butterbeer and shoved it in front of Flitwick.

Flitwick quickly drank the butterbeer, burped, and finally looked good.

"Another drink?" Old Tom laughed.

"I need to get back to Hogwarts." Flitwick discharged two silver sicos, looked at Townsend again, and said, "Welcome to England, soothsayer from the East, maybe we will really have the opportunity to work together in the future, in short, Merry Christmas." ”

Then he jumped off the bar stool, walked to the fireplace with the owl in his arms, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and disappeared into the fireplace with the green flames.

"He's not in a very good mood." Old Tom put away the silver Xike on the table and said casually: "Usually he is not so impatient, at least he has to drink two more glasses. This is clearly influenced by Umbridge. ”

"Don't be discouraged, Don, since Flitwick said he would tell Dumbledore about your request, he will definitely do it, I can guarantee that Dumbledore will hire you, you have magical divination."

"I hope so." Townsend just smiled, and then silently dealt with the fish and potato pie on the table.

Through Dumbledore's offer?

Townsend didn't have that confidence.

Obviously, he didn't really apply for the future of the young wizards of England, but for a darker idea, and he was not sure that Dumbledore would not see it.

Moreover, he doesn't know magic at all.

Fortunately, there is not only one way in the world, and it is obvious that the current Ministry of Magic wants to weaken Dumbledore's influence at Hogwarts as much as possible, and compared to a centaur loyal to Dumbledore serving at Hogwarts, whether it is Umbridge or Minister Fudge, I am afraid they would prefer to arrange someone who has nothing to do with Dumbledore.

For example, a soothsayer from the East who is friendly to the Ministry of Magic.

"As it happens, I'm pretty good at being friendly."

Townsend quickly finished his dinner and casually asked, "How do I get to Diagon Alley?" You know, my first time in London. ”

"Right at the back door, knock on the fixed brick to open the door to Diagon Alley." Old Tom said without hesitation, "But I'm afraid it's a little late." ”

"Tomorrow, of course." Tang Sen stood up and smiled, "Now it's time for me to go and see the room." ”

He paused and said, "By the way, the pie is delicious, can you make another one for me?" I want to enjoy it slowly in the room. ”

"Of course." Old Tom took a portable kerosene lamp from under the counter and led him up the creaking staircase, where he noticed portraits of people of all appearances looking at him curiously.

"Oh, an Oriental, that's rare."

"Come here, little sweetheart, chat with me~"

Voices emanating from the portrait made Townsend feel like a giant panda being watched in a zoo.

"Leave them alone." Old Tom said, "That's all the fun these guys hang on the wall." ”

After walking up the narrow and dark staircase, the two came to an old door, and old Tom took out a black key to open the door, and said, "Your luck is good, today you are the only resident, I don't lack anything here, but the sound insulation is a little poor. Of course, guests can cast their own spells to block out the noise. ”

With that, he took out his wand and flicked it twice, and the kerosene lamp in the room lit up.

Townsend walked into the guest room, which was a typical medieval inn style, certainly not comfortable, but at least clean and had a relatively convenient toilet. I can flush it automatically.

"I'll bring you your pie right away." Old Tom said thoughtfully, "Of course, a glass of warm milk is included to help you sleep." ”

I don't know if it was for the sake of Jin Galleon, or for the sake of the previous divination, his speed was indeed very fast, and after a few minutes, the things that Townsend needed were delivered to the room.

After confirming that Old Tom was far away, Townsend put down the leather suitcase in his hand and pulled out a gold coin.

"Someone's spying on me."

Recite it silently seven times, throw the gold coin, and the result is the opposite.

Townsend opened the suitcase, and by the light of the kerosene lamp, the space in the suitcase was illuminated a little.

The little girl was curled up on the pink cot, only slightly moving when she heard the movement, and did not look up, and next to her, there was a large pile of books and materials that Townsend had brought out of the fifth floor of the tower.

Townsend didn't speak, but rummaged through the space of his suitcase and placed the pie and potatoes next to her bed.

Until Smaug learns the language of this world, Townsend doesn't intend to let the little girl appear in the public eye, and this magic nuclear bomb will make him the target of public criticism.

Luckily, this little girl has a ridiculously strong tolerance for loneliness and darkness.

Compared to the other party's previous life, this suitcase where no one bothered and no one tortured her was already heaven.

Townsend rummaged through the books and left the suitcase with a thick crust book.

Standard Mantras.

In most of the witches' collections, this is one of the few relatively basic magical knowledge, and there are many rudimentary spells recorded on it.

Townsend carefully looked through the spell and gesture of the first spell, then pulled out a wand.

The witch's one, of course.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Townsend waved his wand as described in the book: a wave, a shake.

Then it became apparent that there was no movement in the feather that was being used for the test in front of him.

Townsend frowned, tried several more times, and finally lowered his wand.

"The extraordinary nature of the magical bloodline in my body is too faint, and I can't confirm that the speed at which I chant the spell or the movement of my staff is correct just by looking at the books."

"It's still difficult for magic to be self-taught, so it's best to be able to refer to it."

"Of course, I might need a proper wand."

These things have to be done step by step, learning is never a quick thing, Tang Sen has experienced the student days of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge, and he doesn't think that he will not understand magic in three years.

Thinking of this, Tang Sen's consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness.

In the dark space, a huge dragon was lying on the ground in a very unmajestic posture, staring at its golden pupils, trying to look at the light curtain in front of it.

Above the light curtain are English and Middle-earth, translated by Townsend himself.

The voice of the dragon's groan, which has no love, constantly echoes in the space:

“abandon。”

"Give up, give up"

“abandon”

Townsen: "."

(End of chapter)