Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

The first day of school is also Tver’s first official day at work.

Although he spent a lot of time playing the game last night, he still followed his biological clock and got up early.

The weather was good today, and Tver came to the auditorium with a copy of “Wizard Chess Fundamentals.”

He just borrowed this from the library. He got a weird look for it and wasted a little time.

Because Mrs. Pince, the librarian, didn’t open the door that early.

There are not many students in the auditorium. They seem to be still on vacation and have not adapted to the schedule of study life.

The professors were quite early. Quirrell was hiding on the edge, eating breakfast thoughtfully, while Professor Sprout had already finished his meal, said hello and went to take care of the herbs in the greenhouse.

“Good morning, Tver,” Professor Flitwick warmly invited Tver to sit next to him, “I hope you haven’t lost sleep because of nervousness.”

“It seems you are very experienced in this?” Tver sat down teasingly.

Flitwick also smiled.

“I don’t remember the first day I taught the students, but when several professors at Hogwarts first came, I still remember how nervous they were.”

“But this is the first time I’ve seen the new professor with “Wizard Chess Fundamentals”. Or are you planning to teach Wizard Chess in class?”

Tver picked up the bread on the table, spread blueberry jam on it carefully and evenly, and answered casually.

“I’m just suddenly interested in wizard chess. Can you play wizard chess? We can talk about it if we have time.”

Flitwick shrugged. In his eyes, wizard chess was not as fun as dueling.

“Then I can’t teach you. I have never been exposed to wizard chess, but you can ask Professor McGonagall. She has a very deep research on wizard chess.”

Twil thought about the scene where he asked Professor McGonagall for advice.

“Professor McGonagall, can you teach me how to play wizard chess?”

“Why do you suddenly want to learn this?”

“Oh, that’s because I want to pass the chessboard you laid out.”

Forget it, it would be too easy to expose yourself by asking the person involved to learn wizard chess.

Tver shook his head, shook off this unrealistic thought, and concentrated on his breakfast.

It’s not sumptuous, much worse than last night’s dinner, but better than Durmstrang.

Several Ravenclaw girls gathered together and whispered for a while before recommending a girl to come out.

The girl’s face was red to her earlobes. Surrounded by her friends, she walked shyly but firmly in front of Tver.

“Professor Foley, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” Tver had already noticed their situation, and a smile appeared on his lips, “But this is already a question, so you have finished asking.”

A question mark slowly popped up in the girl’s head, and the smile on her face froze.

The other girls, too, looked at Twil and Professor Flitwick, who was laughing so hard and punching the table, with confused expressions.

Flitwick laughed for a while before speaking, “Professor Foley is joking with you, Penello. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him.”

Then he introduced Twil: “This is Penelo Crevat, an outstanding student of Ravenclaw.”

After his dean spoke, and seeing that Professor Foley had no intention of refuting, Penello regained his courage.

“What will you teach us in class?”

This is no wonder for them. In fact, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the past few years were all freshmen, and the courses they took were not coherent at all.

As a studious Ravenclaw student, I still hope to be mentally prepared in advance.

“What grade are you in?” Tver asked.

Penello didn’t know what Twell meant, so he hesitated before replying: “We are both in the fourth grade.”

“I’m sorry, I’m only in charge of the first to third grade courses. Those of you in fourth grade and above should ask Professor Quirrell over there.” Tver shook his head.

The expressions of the girls couldn’t hide their disappointment, and Penello even let out a big sigh.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by her companions behind her. They pointed at Tver and then remembered the question they wanted to ask in the first place.

“By the way, can we know your age? After all, you look very young.”

“This is not a secret that cannot be told,” Tver saw the expectant looks in the eyes of these little witches, “I just graduated this year, and I am only eighteen years old now.”

eighteen!

Penello was so surprised that he was speechless.

She and a professor were only four years apart. If there were students at Hogwarts who had repeated a grade for two years, they would be older than the professor.

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“But, if you have just graduated, we should have seen you in Hogwarts a few years ago?”

Penello immediately noticed the problem. It was impossible for them not to remember a senior who was as obviously handsome as Tver.

The girls around him also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Tver was joking on them again, but his next words surprised them even more.

“Because I don’t go to Hogwarts, but to Durmstrang.”

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the girls in Penello opened their mouths in shock, and they could fit an owl into them.

“Although Professor Foley is young, he is the best graduate in Durmstrang’s history.” Flitwick couldn’t help but speak.

He didn’t like people judging others by their appearance. When he was practicing dueling in the early years, many wizards liked to mock his height.

Although he used his size as a surprise advantage to teach them a harsh lesson, he also developed a habit of being looked down upon.

“The problem is, Durmstrang is a school that teaches dark arts!”

Penello screamed, attracting the attention of the students dining in the auditorium.

“So it’s because of this,” Flitwick shrugged nonchalantly, “Since Principal Dumbledore has recruited him, it means you don’t have to worry about coming into contact with magic that you shouldn’t be exposed to.”

Compared with students, veteran professors like Flitwick have already studied black magic, but they are not as deep as Tver.

In fact, when one’s strength reaches a certain level, the magic studied is no longer black and white.

Only the user’s purpose is how they distinguish black and white wizards.

But students cannot understand this idea. In their minds, those who use black magic are dark wizards.

Although there is no evidence that Durmstrang’s students will definitely use black magic after learning it.

But there is no guarantee that Tver has not used black magic!

Therefore, Penello and the others looked at Tver with the label of “Dark Wizard Reserve”, which was worse than the impression they had on Slytherins.

Tver had anticipated this situation.

He knew that not only students, but also the British wizarding community had a stereotype about Durmstrang, which he could not change in a short while.