I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Kidnap the head!

That's a white lie! Kindly understand!

After returning home, Lynn ruthlessly criticized his system.

And swear that I will never put on this shameful title!

This is a slander of his personality and a trampling on his integrity, which must be resisted.

Leaving the system behind, while preparing dinner, Lynn thought about going to see the city of London tomorrow.

There are less than 10 days before the end of the time-limited mission, and there has been no news of the professor that Professor McGonagall said before.

The quest reward Lynn was definitely not going to miss, so he couldn't wait any longer.

Just when he was washing the tomatoes in his hands and his soul was flying out of the sky, there was a sudden change in the living room window.

Lynn heard the sound and turned to look out the window to find an owl looking at him through the glass.

Sure enough, good people are rewarded! Just finished telling a white lie today, the owl at Hogwarts came that night.

Lynn opened the window for the owl, took a thin envelope from it, then broke some bread crumbs and poured a bowl of water for the owl to entertain the guest from afar.

The meal was not cooked either. Lynn sat on the sofa and opened the envelope, and there was only one piece of paper inside.

Dear Mr. Bellock:

Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Adrian Fox will be visiting on July 3rd at 9am.

Yours sincerely, Deputy Principal Minerva McGonagall.

Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?

Lynn tilted his head in thought while holding the letter.

It is said that the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts was cursed by Voldemort, and whether the rumor is true or not, Lynn does not know.

But Hogwarts defense professors do have accidents every year, which means they change every year.

This year is 1990, and there is still a year left before the Harry Potter entrance story begins.

And this Professor Fox, who has the same surname as Dumbledore's pet Phoenix, is a character who has not appeared in the original book.

His temper and character were unknown to Lynn.

This gave him some headaches.

Who knows what went wrong with the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

As we all know, Dumbledore has always been unreliable when looking for defense professors. What if this Professor Fox was a dark wizard?

Might as well let Snape's wifeless face come.

hateful! Isn't it said that good people are rewarded!

Just as Lynn was frowning, the owl that delivered the letter had already had enough to eat and drink, and it flew around the living room in satisfaction, as if to thank Lynn for his hospitality, and then Shi Shiran flew into the night sky.

Unable to think of anything, Lynn simply stopped thinking about it.

Since Professor McGonagall will let him take him to Diagon Alley to buy, it shows that he trusts his character.

Professor McGonagall is a responsible principal. Since she is someone she trusts, there should be no problem.

When the time comes, soldiers will come to block it, and water will come to cover it. Tomorrow's affairs will be handled by tomorrow's self, and today's he will deal with today's dinner first.

…

The next morning, Lynn finished his daily morning run, and after having breakfast, he prepared refreshments for the guests and waited for Professor Fox's visit.

But he waited left and right, and he did not wait for the arrival of the professor until it was nearly ten o'clock.

Just when Lynn was waiting impatiently and felt like he was being released, there was a sudden loud noise in his backyard!

Through the window, you can see that the outside is like a plane crashing, and large swaths of damp soil mixed with turf fly all over the sky.

Lynn's expression changed, and he hurriedly ran from the living room to the backyard, and then saw a scene of mess on the ground.

A slender, slender old man with silver hair was lying on the ground of his house in a dog-biting posture.

Behind the old man was a flying broom that was broken into two sections and was trembling frantically.

The most heart-wrenching thing Lynn couldn't breathe was the large turf that had been destroyed.

He has not inherited the estate yet, and the monthly expenses are fixed by deducting a limited amount from the estate. The money saved has to be exchanged for gold Galleons in Diagon Alley. There is no money left to exchange for such a large piece of money. Sod up.

Just as Lynn fell into the sorrow of poverty, the perpetrator this time, the silver-haired old man, staggered up from the ground.

He was wearing a long trench coat with a white lining and even a tie. A little dirt and grass leaves made him look a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't hide his aloof temperament.

"Lynn Bellock?"

The old man shook the dirt on his glasses and asked while putting it on his face.

Lynn was pulled back to his senses by his voice.

"Uh, yes, it's me."

"It's just you, it seems that I didn't fly the wrong way. I'm your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Adrian Fox, you can call me Professor Fox."

Professor Fox's voice was a little hurried. After he stood firm, he took out his wand and waved at the two poor flying brooms, and they immediately quieted down.

Then, before Lynn could open his mouth to speak, he turned against the guest and grabbed Lynn's arm and pulled him into the living room.

"Then what..."

"Don't talk kid, just listen to me." After entering the room, Professor Fox was breathing heavily again, and his voice interrupted Lynn's words quickly.

"I'm in some trouble with my body now, so I need you to help me prepare something. This is very important, can you understand?"

Although he didn't know what was going on, Lynn could see that the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's face was indeed unhealthy pale.

"clear."

Seeing that the situation is indeed urgent, Lynn is no nonsense.

After coming to the living room, Professor Fox began to keep taking things out of his trench coat pocket.

Like the other-dimensional pocket of the robot cat, the space inside seemed endless, and soon the mess was piled up beside Professor Fox.

"Crucibles, alcohol stoves, tubers, oils, powders... I need wine, not alcohol or red wine! It must be barley-fermented wine!"

Soon Professor Fox found what he was missing, and he looked at Lynn eagerly, as if time was running out.

Lynn was stunned for a moment, then shook his head quickly.

"I don't have beer in my house, but there is a convenience store 200 meters east of here that I can buy."

Professor Fox looked really bad, and he looked at Lynn gratefully.

"Please, Belloc."

"You're holding on, professor, I'll be right back."

Lynn picked up his jacket and ran outside the house, with a clear goal to go straight to the convenience store.

Under the surprised eyes of the convenience store clerk, he directly picked up a can of beer, threw the money on the counter, and ran home again without even finding the change.

It wasn't until he disappeared that the cashier remembered that he was still a minor, and the law prohibited the purchase of any alcoholic beverages, but at this time, he couldn't find it.

On the way back, Lynn suddenly felt something was wrong.

The professor just now looked like he was going to make potions, but how could there be a recipe for potions that requires beer?

And this professor is too anxious. He doesn't look like he is being hunted down. If he knows the magic medicine that can solve physical problems, it will prove that it is not the first time that he has fallen ill. Medicine should always be prepared, and it is impossible to refine it on the spot.

The more Lynn thought about it, the more wrong he felt, and the faster he ran back.

In less than 5 minutes back and forth, he was back home.

As soon as the living room door opened, Lynn smelled an alluring fragrance.

The scene in front of him shocked him.

On the chopping board, the two kitchen knives were swung up and down without anyone's control. The fresh potatoes and lettuce were neatly sliced ​​into thin skins, and they jumped into the plate like they had long legs.

The old man who called himself Professor Fox was sitting in the center of the living room, holding a pair of chopsticks that came out of the kitchen, and quickly poured mutton into the boiling pot.

"Hey, Belloc, you came back so quickly. I didn't expect that you still have chopsticks in your house. I just need to use Transfiguration to change a pair out."

The alcohol stove was burning brightly, and the red soup in the cauldron was glowing with translucent oil. Professor Fox smiled and looked at Lynn, who was staring blankly at the beer in front of the door, like an old fox stealing chickens.

Suning loses, it's uncomfortable, I won't ask for votes today...