Chapter 329: Hogwarts Recruitment Advertisement

A three-masted sailing ship in the style of the 17th century appeared on the sea level and headed towards the port of Dover.

It had a black and gold hull, and the bow looked like a lion with one front paw raised high. The hull was painted with the national flower of the United States, a red rose with a shield pattern on a blue background, and the stern was engraved with the eye-catching "Mayflower".

As the ship lowered its sails, it slowly sailed into the port of Dover and finally anchored at the pier, where a group of wizards lined up to disembark.

At the same time, a group of passengers were waiting to board the ship on the shore. Almost everyone of them had a newspaper in their hands, holding their breath and reading the content, occasionally whispering to their companions.

The topic everyone discussed, without exception, was the return of the mysterious man.

A few weeks ago, everyone was still amazed at the resurrection of the Death Eaters and the collapse of Westminster Abbey, but now these have become insignificant matters.

At least in front of Voldemort's resurrection, it is indeed just a small matter.

Rolf and Shirley had used Transfiguration to change their appearance into a middle-aged couple, so they blended into the crowd and were not recognized.

In front of the two stood a pair of wizards who looked like a grandfather and a granddaughter.

The girl was immediately curious when she saw that everyone was holding newspapers with serious faces.

But it was too late to buy newspapers as they were about to board the ship. She looked around and set her sights on the kind-looking and easy-to-talk uncle behind her. She asked in a coquettish voice:

"Hello, sir... Are you still reading your newspaper? If you have finished reading it, can you lend it to me? I can pay."

Rolf raised his head and looked at the girl who borrowed the newspaper:

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of doe-like eyes and soft straw-colored short hair.

She was not stunning, and her face was only delicate and gentle at first glance, but she was the type that became more attractive the more you looked at her.

The girl was also wearing a tie-dyed floral dress, and under the skirt was a pair of extremely straight and slender legs. This standard pencil leg was in line with the aesthetics of leg control.

The girl also had two finely carved gold rose pendants on her ears, and she exuded a faint... potion smell.

Rove sniffed and confirmed again... it was not perfume, but a mixed potion smell.

The girl obviously dealt with potions all year round, so she had this smell.

Rove's eyes swept over, and he turned his head and asked: "Shirley, do you want to read the newspaper again?"

Shirley, who had turned into Dean Agatha, shook her head gently and said softly: "No, I've finished reading it."

Hearing this, Rove handed the newspaper to the short-haired girl and said: "You don't have to pay, you can take it and read it."

"Thank you! You two are really good people." The short-haired girl smiled slightly, and two dimples suddenly appeared on her cheeks.

The old man beside her also came over and looked at the Prophet's Daily with her.

Rolf's eyes shifted and focused on the old man.

He was short, fat and bald, with bulging eyes and a thick silver beard like a walrus.

The old man was wearing a gorgeous purple velvet robe with silver trim, an ermine collar, a bright gold belt, and low sleeves covered with gold-plated decorations.

If nothing else, his clothing style was comparable to Dumbledore's.

But the old man just glanced at the newspaper and didn't want to read it anymore, muttering:

"Why are all reports about mysterious people? Isn't there anything new?"

"Yes, great grandfather." The short-haired girl pointed to the corner of the newspaper and read:

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is now recruiting a professor of Defense against the Dark Arts. No age limit, no gender limit, no race limit, no work experience limit, Defense against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T. certificate score requirements... none.

Food and accommodation are provided, salary is negotiable (far ahead in the industry), contact person Minerva McGonagall, vice principal..."

"..."

When Rolf and Shirley heard this recruitment advertisement, they, as students of Hogwarts, felt a little embarrassed for a while.

With these recruitment requirements, almost anyone can come to Hogwarts and apply for the Defense against the Dark Arts position.

No... there is no limit on race, which means that non-humans can also come to apply!

Too shabby!

The short-haired girl was also slightly shocked and said: "Grandpa, why are the recruitment requirements of Hogwarts so low?"

"Our professors at Ilvermorny must have excellent N.E.W.T. certificates for the subjects they teach, and they must also graduate from the top five magic schools in the education evaluation.

Schools with lower rankings are not even qualified to submit resumes to our school, let alone the preliminary examination!"

When he heard that the short-haired girl was actually a student of Ilvermorny, Rolf couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

But the girl didn't notice it, she just muttered softly:

"The education level of Hogwarts teachers is so low, why did that guy choose Hogwarts instead of Ilvermorny?!"

"Nailishi, who are you talking about?" asked the old man.

"I'm talking about the younger brother of one of my seniors..." said the short-haired girl, "He actually gave up the better Ilvermorny and went to Hogwarts to study."

"Nairis, you can't just focus on Defense Against the Dark Arts. The requirements for other positions in Hogwarts are still very high." The old man argued:

"Look at Minerva McGonagall, who teaches Transfiguration. She is a world-renowned master of Transfiguration.

And the current Potions Professor Snape is also an outstanding student I trained back then. He is much better than the Potions Professor of your school..."

Rove raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. He already knew the identity of the old man.

"Then why are the requirements for Defense Against the Dark Arts recruitment so low?" asked a short-haired girl named Nailishi.

"This position is very evil." The old man sighed softly, "It is rumored that it is cursed."

"curse?"

"Yes." The old man said solemnly: "For many years, no professor of Defense Against Dark Arts has been able to serve for more than one year."

"They will always have various problems or even die during their term of office... As time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer wizards applying for jobs, and won't the recruitment requirements become lower and lower?"

"Is it true?" Nailishi didn't believe it.

"I saw it with my own eyes back then." The old man sighed:

"It wasn't obvious at the beginning. In the years when I was about to retire, I had five professors in three years. Three of them were seriously injured and admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. Two more died."

He still remembered that one of the professors choked to death after eating pigeon cake in the auditorium in the morning, and the other professor drank too much and froze to death outside the castle in the middle of the night.

So scary!

Nailishi was fascinated by what she heard and couldn't help but ask: "Who cursed this position?"

"Then who knows." The old man's eyes were a little dodgey and he said vaguely: "Maybe it was done by a certain wizard who failed to apply for the job."

Nailishi was silent, suddenly remembered something, and said angrily:

"Grandpa, this position is dangerous. Principal Dumbledore even wrote to you, inviting you to return to Hogwarts as a teacher?"

"It's not like I'm going back to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I'm just going back to my old job as a potion professor." The old man shrugged.

"Oh, then why won't you go?" Nellie asked:

"Aren't you always talking about the boy-who-lived Harry Potter, and the famous Rolf Scamander... and want to be their teacher?"

"Didn't you see in the newspaper that the mysterious man was resurrected?" the old man said with a look of horror on his face:

"Serving at Hogwarts at this time is tantamount to publicly announcing that I support Dumbledore. Isn't this an enemy of You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters?!"

The old man shuddered. He still wanted to live a few more years!

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