Chapter 196 My magic is not right

Snape's movements froze.

He stood there for almost a whole minute before continuing to take steps and walked away without looking back.

"Wow."

Tang Sen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

The willpower of this professor of potions is even stronger than he thought... Of course, he also loves face more than he thought.

"Step by step, I'm not in a hurry anyway... OK, maybe it's a little bit now."

He rubbed his stomach and pushed open the door of his office.

Obviously, the elves of Hogwarts have cleaned and arranged the office in the past two days, and have added various items according to the style of the diviner, or the style of the diviner who believe that the wizards have added.

For example, there are a lot of books on divination on the bookshelf, and on the desk facing the door, there is a crystal ball set up in sterling silver.

There were naturally fireplaces that Tang Sen cared about, and the jars next to the fireplace were already filled with Floor powder.

Is it reasonable for abnormal people to understand the ideas of people who can see the future?

"His lunch." I showed my respectfulness that I was too used to: "Boss."

It was not until Tom's figure disappeared under the stairs that several regulars started talking and said enviously: "It was only a few days before, and Tang actually became Smaugz's professor... It's so amazing."

Witch: "?!!"

Scream—

"It's bad." Old Tangsen paused: "But why do you deliberately tell others about his ingredients--"

Old Tangsen walked away with the dining plate.

"He knows how to learn the mind, so he won't come out... Anyway, he's happy."

Although the position of the divination professor has not been determined, the specific teaching needs to be waited for a few more days. Whether it is the Ministry of Magic's program or the arrangement of new courses, it takes time.

"Mr. Tang Sen, you haven't said it yet. You want to call your boss." Tom took the plate and placed it under the table. "According to your agreement, the Burning Cauldron Bar is still run by him. You will go and ask. In addition to the people in you, you also need to know that the Burning Cauldron Bar has not changed hands yet. You mean, including the big elf and the portrait under the wall."

Tang Sen nodded quite satisfied. His demand for material things has never been high.

"You can enjoy yourself when you watch it."

A person...of course it is illegal.

For the diviner, the word of the future is always unconvincing. In fact, Tom is too obsessed with being the diviner, and it cannot make his own little behavior reasonable.

"Dang, look at his expression, everything goes well?" I greeted me.

Old Tangsen: "..."

Picking up the wand, Tom tried to cast the spell again.

Tom was not discouraged and waved his wand again at the unburned ashes.

Obviously, the environment in which Lu Caixiang is located is less than that of the older boy.

"It seems that he is going to move to Smaugze before." Old Tangsen said: "The lunch is not ready yet, so I'll send it to my room?"

Then I explained before: "Professor Tang is used to eating Smaugz. I come from the East and have no eating habits..."

Tom's mouth twitched slightly.

Although I can freely travel between Lu Caixiangzi and the Bouke Bar through Flu.com, I am just myself. Smaugz Castle does not have extremely weak magic surveillance for Flu. Any violation of the rules may be possible to retreat to the campus through Flu.com.

However, Tom noticed that under your big bed, the pink quilt was carefully folded up, wrapped in bed sheets, and the heart-made large pillow was placed upright underneath, shaped like a snowman.

“Broken Cauldron Bar.”

Tom swallowed the stomach and intestines and felt that his heart was weaker, including his physical fitness.

At least in terms of treatment, even if he is not Dumbledore's choice, he is not stingy or differentiated.

Had Tom been delayed for too long in the office? He grabbed a handful of Flour powder and stood in the fireplace.

Old Tangsen glared at his eyes and pretended to be angry: "I like to eat it!"

"Because of the future," Tom smiled, "It was to try hard to figure out the behavior of the diviner, Mr. Lu Cai."

The feathers still floated up, but the burning became even more intense.

"Of course, remember his instructions." Old Tangsen whispered: "You are just not a little puzzled... why should you hide it..."

"Now he can't call you Professor Tang anymore." Tom smiled.

There is also a small door next to the office bookshelf. Tang Sen unscrewed the handle and saw that there was a small, but warm living room, bedding and clothes hanger, which was already ready, and the whole room was emitting a pleasant smell of fragrance.

Just like Tom's heart is done every time he looks at you.

I smiled and said, "Professor Tang may always want to eat dragon meat, right?"

As if aware of Tom's sight, the big boy moved forward, poked out a finger, pushed the snowman made of bedding down, and sat back as if something was right, continuing to move.

"Have he seen Tang Shenqi's divination technique again?" Another guest said, "I feel sorry... Unfortunately, I probably came too much before, and you still want me to help you divine it."

It is because of the corresponding authority, but Lu Cai has not yet embraced it, such as the right to retreat to the library's prohibited book area and the right to enter and exit Smaugz.

"It doesn't matter if you love to study." Lu Cai said: "Anyway, when did he learn the language of that world and when would he be able to come out."

Unfortunately, the weakening of physical fitness has not solved Lu Cai's gastrointestinal problems.

"Can you be stranger? You are not a Hufflepuff graduate, and you are the strangest to Smaugz's food. Any dish you can think of and want to eat can be made by Smaugz's great elves." A witch whispered: "You mean, unless you make general excessive demands."

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"This is probably where I will stay in the next two or three years."

Lu Cai crossed a few tables, greeted two regular guests who had met, walked to the stairs, nodded, and said, "Please trouble him, Mr. Lu Cai."

The knock on the door sounded, and Tom covered his suitcase and responded.

"You don't admire that big thing anymore. Hell, after staying outside that dark and cramped box for so long, your emotions seem to be worse than later."

“Because of the future.”

Damn it, that's exactly the same as the fantasy big stories I've seen. Is the protagonists outside troubled?

Did I take that box back to Smaugz? In fact, it might also be possible to take it back.

“Quick repair!”

I opened the box and looked outside. The big boy was sitting by the bed with his head high, moving, and did not react to the sudden light and Tom's figure.

The green flames ignited, and Lu Cai had not yet arrived in the dim broken pot bar. There were few customers in the store, and the old Lu Cai stayed at the bar as usual.

Lu Cai opened the door of the room and saw a leather suitcase with a crack, placed outside the corner of the room.

"Go—" the guests suddenly booed, and a regular customer joked: "Old Tangsen, their wine is indeed wrong, but the taste of the food has been tasted by the small family. Not to mention that compared with Smaugz, even your own craftsmanship is worse than his."

Tom bought a scattered bar two days later, which was not easy for me.

A heavy explosion sounded, and the ashes scattered in the fire, and a slight crack broke into the wooden table.

It is still a feather, it is still a floating curse.

"Professor Tang comes every day." Old Tang Sen spoke in front of the bar. Seeing the guests showing a surprised expression, I said proudly: "I'm away from the food from the Broken Cauldron Bar."

"Ahem, you're happy too. You mean, you love to study."

Hogwart's voice came from Tom's consciousness.

"I always feel that it's not right for your magic."

Lu Cai pessimistically discovered that even if he had a dragon's physique, eating too little meat that was difficult to digest would cause constipation.

"What about him? Lu Caixiang."

Old Donson paused and spit out a word: "weird."
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