"Mr. Sen Tang."

"We are pleased to inform you that, due to your great contribution to the British wizarding community, your application for a position as a professor of Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been approved, and you are requested to arrive at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by January 5, 1996, where Dolores Umbridge, Senior Inquisitor and Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, will be in charge of your interview."

"If there are unforeseen circumstances that require a postponement of the date, please write to us in advance via the owl."

"P.S. Since you don't know much about the British wizarding world, I will send my assistant Percy Weasley to the Leaky Cauldron in the near future, and if you change your address, please write to us in advance through the owl."

"Cornelius Fudge."

"Minister of Magic."

"Order of the Order of the First Class of the Order of the Merlin."

Townsend put down the letter in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

It took Townsend only five days to go from being an illegal entrant to a man who had made a huge contribution to the British wizarding community.

It turns out that the British Ministry of Magic is quite efficient in some things, such as receiving political donations. Townsend did something simple, found the address of the Ministry of Magic official, bought an owl, wrote a letter with a gift attached.

This kind of thing Townsend is familiar with.

He remembered the smiling face on the face of the Ministry of Magic commissioner who had come to inspect yesterday, and under the attack of a large bag of gold gallons, the other party had not even tried to verify that Townsend could do divination.

It doesn't matter anyway, for the Ministry of Magic, it can collect money and weaken Dumbledore's control over Hogwarts, so what's not to be satisfied with?

They didn't care why this wizard from the East had so many gold gallons, that was something the goblins cared about.

As a magical currency minted by goblins, gold gallons have been circulating in the wizarding world for thousands of years, and no one knows how many gold galleons are hidden in which family and where, and the vault of Lord Gu Ling in London alone may have enough gold gallons to fill the entire Diagon Alley.

No one likes goblins.

Putting down the letter from the Minister of Magic, Townsend unwrapped the wax of the next letter.

"Dear Mr. Sen Tang."

"I have carefully considered your proposed cooperation, which I think will be of great benefit to the work of the Ministry of Magic, and to the safety of the entire British wizarding community."

"The Magical Beasts Management and Control Division is happy to entrust you with the aftermath of those difficult to handle and extremely dangerous magical beasts, please notify us of the specific delivery address as soon as possible."

"Pearson Mokris."

"Director of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control."

"Sir Merlin's Order of Merry, Second Class."

The head of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control was obviously more cordial in his letter, after all, Townsend spent more money on it than Minister Fudge.

"Looks like we're ready to start our journey to Hogwarts."

In the past few days, Townsend has been trying to learn the spells in the magic book, and the progress cannot be said to be a day, only that it can be said that there is no gain, but Smaug has been able to speak a few words of English in the simplest of English by learning vocabulary and observing the conversation of the guests in the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

The ability conferred by the audience sequence is really gifted in learning a language.

In the afternoon, Percy Weasley, the commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, arrives at the Cauldron Bar, where Townsend is sitting at the bar, listening to Tom Sr. ramble about all sorts of gossip about the wizarding world.

"Oh, little Weasley." He obviously didn't like the commissioner of the Ministry of Magic very much, tilted his head slightly, and looked at people with his nostrils: "I heard that you broke off relations with the Weasleys in order to be promoted?" ”

Townsend then looked over, the assistant minister of magic had neatly groomed short red hair, thin and tall, and neatly dressed.

He pretended not to hear Old Tom's taunt, walked up to Townsend, and said, "Mr. Don, I'm Percy Weasley, Assistant Secretary of Magic, and Minister Fudge asked me to pick you up. ”

"Huh?" Old Tom opened his mouth wide: "Don, I heard you right, when did you get involved with Fudge?" ”

Naturally, Townsend didn't share his operations with Old Tom these days, and he didn't do it now, he just smiled and said, "I'm a soothsayer, Mr. Tom." ”

"Fortune tellers are respected everywhere, and apparently the Minister of Magic contacted me before Headmaster Dumbledore."

"But—" Old Tom tried to say something, but he looked at Percy Weasley, swallowed back what he was going to say, and said, "Well, then you're going to go and divinate Fudge?" ”

"Of course not." Townsend stood up and gently placed the two gold galleons on the bar, "Today's pie is still delicious, I hope I will have a chance to taste it again in the future." ”

He buttoned up his suit, put on his delicate top hat, and straightened the folds on his clothes.

"Actually, I have to go to Hogwarts, I have an interview."

He smiled at Old Tom, "I said I was going to be a Divination professor at Hogwarts. ”

"Of course I know I thought you would have to wait for the next school year for Dumbledore to meet you." Old Tom looked at the well-dressed Oriental man in front of him, who stood straight, and looked calm and indifferent, and stammered, "How did you do that?" ”

"There is always a way for a soothsayer."

Townsend turned, "Mr. Weasley, thank you for coming to pick me up, we can go now." ”

"You can call me Percy, Mr. Don." Percy Weasley nodded politely and said, "I've requested access to the Floo network to Hogwarts, and we can go directly to Deputy Minister Umbridge's office through the fireplace. Oh, and at Hogwarts we would call her Professor Umbridge. ”

Based on the fact that Townsend came from the East, where there was little communication with the British and even the European Ministry of Magic, Percy Weasley even thoughtfully explained to Townsend how to use Floo Powder-

Stand in the fireplace, grab a handful of Floo powder, clearly state the name of your destination, and sprinkle Floo powder.

This is a kind of magical magic prop, to be honest, many of the spells and magic items in this world are extremely magical, involving space, time and even lifespan and soul, but the combat effectiveness of wizards seems to be unimaginative.

The witch's diary is at least true that wizards rarely delve into the nature of magic, and are accustomed to using ready-made, well-established spells.

I know what it is, but I don't know why.

"Hogwarts!"

Tang Sen clearly read out his destination, and then sprinkled Floo powder under his feet.

Green flames ignited from under his feet, and Townsend felt his navel pull his whole person up, and the space was distorted, accompanied by an extremely uncomfortable, rollercoaster-like illusion.

He struggled to hold back the discomfort, and after a moment, he felt like his surroundings had changed.

He was still standing in the fireplace, and in front of him was a room full of flowers.

Forgive Townsend for using the word "showmanship" to describe this room, whether it's a desk, a cupboard, or a chair, everything goes everywhere covered with lace covers and tablecloths, revealing an unpleasant pink.

On the walls, there were decorative plates, each of which featured a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck, and a pair of eyes with vertical pupils staring at it.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tang."

A shrill voice rang out from the side, allowing Townsend to finally take his eyes off the plates, and he maintained his composure as he stepped out of the fireplace to see a woman sitting behind his desk.

She was wearing a fiery red and dazzling printed robe, and she was short and fat, with a pink bow on her head.

Damn, Townsend now couldn't agree with Old Tom's words, and describing this man as a toad is an insult to those adorable pets!

"I'm worried about the next professor of Divination, you've probably heard that I've been planning to kick Trelawney's liar out of Hogwarts for a long time, and apparently everyone knows she's wasting the Ministry's resources."

She stood up and walked in front of Townsend with small steps, her head tilted, and a smile on her face was full of smiles: "Minister Fudge has personally met with me, and highly praises your achievements in divination, and his choice is never wrong, and I am sure that we will get along very well in the future." ”

She stretched out her hand and said:

"By the way, forget to introduce myself, I'm Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister for Magic, Senior Inquisitor at Hogwarts and Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Of course, you can just call me by my name, Dolores."

The last hour. The monthly pass is still 60 votes short of 3,000.

(End of chapter)