Chapter forty-five star teachers have nothing to thank you for a chapter
There was something waiting in the shadows, and Eric realized this. He didn't dare to turn off the light and sleep, let alone walk alone in the night.
He became suspicious and even experienced hallucinations. More than once, he saw the twisted shadow sticking out of the darkness and heard whispers echoing in his ears late at night.
He didn't understand where this inexplicable fantasy came from. Fear drove him to his hiding place in London, but the feeling of being spied on did not disappear, but became more and more serious. What was even more frightening was that he found that he was infected with the virus.
Got plague.
In desperation, he wrote to Snape, hoping to get help from the potions expert. He did get help from Snape, but only after he almost went crazy.
Snape used potions to temporarily stabilize his mind and the plague, sealed the fragments with Dumbledore's curse-breaking box, and gave Eric polyjuice potion to help him distract the Aurors, all for the sake of
Eric was able to reach Hogsmeade successfully.
"Dumbledore wanted to talk to Eric before the Ministry of Magic arrested him. Dumbledore had always suspected that this was all a Death Eater conspiracy, but Fudge didn't agree with him at all."
Pu explains it this way.
Since the Ministry of Magic has blocked a large number of floo networks and has deployed manpower in various important market towns, taking the train to Hogsmeade is indeed a good choice.
The Church, Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic. Xing Ze shook his head helplessly. It is often the internal forces that destroy a strong alliance, not to mention that this alliance is still so fragile.
He temporarily put his thoughts aside to let his brain take a breather. It was late at night, and he walked through the quiet and dim corridors. On the way, he met Mr. Filch, who was on night watch, and the two of them greeted each other.
When he was approaching his dormitory, Xing Ze had almost finished reading the second letter, except for the part written in runes. His Latin was only average, and his runes were even worse.
By chance, he turned over the letter, and that strange yet familiar symbol jumped into his eyes at this moment. A cold chill came without warning, and Xing Ze stopped abruptly, his vision
Cannot move away from the symbol.
He used his remaining will to force himself to raise his head, only to find that he was not in school, but at a crossroads. Snowflakes were floating quietly, and the only street lights on the street flickered above his head.
He saw the vending machine not far away and took a shaky breath. The cold air stimulated his brain. He knew what would happen next. Something was coming from the darkness...
The cry of Blue Beak brought him out of his fantasy, and the black cat was spinning uneasily between his feet.
"It's okay, it's okay." Xing Ze folded the letter. He now knew why Snape handed the letter to him so easily.
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Xing Ze didn't sleep well. After two nights of rest, the nightmare came as expected. He dreamed of his first case, the girl with long hair and big eyes.
He came to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror looking a little haggard, with sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyes. Taking a deep breath, he pressed two fingers on his carotid artery.
The black cat yawned lazily on the bed. Xing Ze walked out of the bathroom, leaned against the door frame and looked at it, "If you could talk, things would be much easier."
Today is Wednesday and he has classes in the afternoon, so after breakfast he went to the public office.
The public office of Muggle Studies is not too far from the teaching area, just next to the infirmary. When he arrived, Professor Boubaji was reading the newspaper in his seat.
"Good morning, young man, I didn't see you yesterday."
Xing Ze smiled slightly and said, "I went to Edinburgh and bought some things for class."
"You are very attentive." Professor Bubaji pointed to the window, "With your letter, the two little guys arrived very early."
Xing Ze looked out the window, where two magic owls were parked. He opened the window, took the letters from their legs, and gave them to a few Nats.
One of them was a postcard, from the Likuala region of Congo, sent by his mother, where she had recently been studying poison horns. The letter said that she was proud of Xing Ze because he became a Hogwarts student.
teacher.
There was another letter signed by Big Dog, and the content was very simple. Just as he had expected, the Oil Gang was active in Knockturn Alley and seemed to be looking for the black-haired white girl.
The letter also mentioned that he got some clues from another informant and would go to investigate today. As for what the clues were, Big Dog did not say clearly.
Xing Ze put the two letters into the ring and sat down in his seat.
"Hey, young man," Professor Bubaji called to him, "I have to tell you, there are quite a few students signing up for your class."
Xing Ze frowned, still a little confused. At this time, Ben walked in. When he saw Xing Ze, he shouted: "Look, isn't this our Mr. Star?"
"What are you talking about, Ben?"
"Didn't Professor Bubaji tell you?" Ben took the cup from his desk, "Many students have signed up for your class, which far exceeds expectations."
"How many people are there?" Xing Ze asked uneasily.
It was Professor Boubaji who answered him, "Two hundred? Or two hundred and thirty? I haven't counted carefully."
"It's two hundred and twenty-three." Ben corrected as he was pouring coffee.
This number made Xing Ze take a breath. There are about a thousand students in Hogwarts. On average, there are about 140 students in each grade. This means that he almost includes two grades of Muggles.
Research course, which is equivalent to the workload of a main course teacher.
"More than Ben and I combined, young man." Professor Bubaji winked at Xing Ze, "So I changed the course and you have one more class on Monday afternoon."
"Why is this? As far as I know, isn't this course very popular? I mean, not many people would take this course when I went to school."
Ben took a sip of coffee and smiled: "Are you denying us?"
"I……"
"Relax, just kidding, man." Ben looked gloating.
"I still don't understand why so many students sign up for my class."
"This may help you answer it." Professor Bubaji threw the newspaper in his hand to Xing Ze, "Look at the column characters page."
Xing Ze took it and looked at it. It was the Hogwarts school newspaper. There was a report about him in the column character section, and the title was Unsung Hero.
The article tells how he used the drying yellow talisman to stabilize the temperature on the train, and how he bravely went outside to fight against the monster.
After reading the entire article, Xing Ze felt a headache. He looked at the author of the article, who was Cedric Diggory, and swallowed back the curse words that came to his lips.
Deadly adolescent children, he shouted in his heart now.
"Someone is going to be the star of the year." Ben stood behind Xing Ze and announced loudly.
Xing Ze returned the newspaper to Professor Bubaji and asked doubtfully: "What grade will I be taking this afternoon?"
"First to second grade."
"Wait a minute, aren't elective courses only available in third grade?"
Professor Boubaji nodded and said: "It used to be like this, but it has changed this semester. Principal Dumbledore wants young wizards to know more about the Muggle world. I agree with him very much."
Was this old wizard inspired by something? Xing Ze recalled that during the interview, Dumbledore told him that few students would choose this course. Why was this so ironic when he thought about it now.
"On Wednesday you have classes for first to second grade, on Friday you have classes for third to fourth grade, and on Monday you have class for fifth grade. Leave the rest to me and Ben."
"How many students do you have on hand?" Xing Ze asked.
"Oh, my God, it's already this time." Professor Bubaji stood up in a panic, picked up the textbooks and materials and left, "I have classes in the morning, I wish you good luck, my dear."
Ben also followed suit. He put down his teacup and was about to leave on the pretext of helping his friend Henry, but was stopped by Xing Ze.
"I remember your friend, Henry Bachet, is the Potions teacher?"