Chapter 185 A Scene of Grass Growing in the Sea of ​​Consciousness

"You want to teach at Hogwarts?"

Professor Flitwick showed an unexpected expression and said, "Don, although I appreciate your idea, I'm afraid this is not a simple matter."

"This requires a certain social status and fame." Old Tom interjected from the side: "Hogwarts professors are not something ordinary people can be qualified for. At the very least, they must have some well-known works and some well-known honors—— For example, the emblem of Sir Merlin."

"Of course, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the requirements for this position have become lower and lower in recent years."

Professor Flitwick glared at Old Tom and interrupted him: "Dumbledore has never lowered his requirements for this position. It is just because of some bad rumors that many wizards are unwilling to take up the position."

He took a deep breath and said: "Anyway, if you really have this desire, I can help you contact Principal Dumbledore. If he is satisfied with you, he may be able to let you give it a try in the next school year. .Of course, as I said before, he has been busy recently."

"Besides, I heard some rumors." Old Tom couldn't help but interjected: "Dumbledore seems to have communicated with the centaurs. Everyone knows that the centaurs are good at astrological divination. It's hard not to let him know. People speculate that Dumbledore wants centaurs to take over Trelawney's Divination class."

Professor Flitwick frowned and said, "Where did you hear the news?"

"Hagrid is a frequent visitor here." Old Tom winked: "Hagrid has always been very strict with his mouth, that is, when he is not drinking."

"To be honest, compared to the centaurs, I think Tang is more suitable to be a divination professor. If I had a child, I wouldn't want him to learn those magical things from the centaurs."

"Old Tom!" Flitwick raised his voice and said displeasedly: "This is an internal matter of Hogwarts."

"Of course, of course." Old Tom shrank his neck: "I'm just chatting about centaurs. Anyway, no one can change Dumbledore's decision, right?"

He quickly poured a glass of butterbeer and pushed it in front of Flitwick.

Flitwick quickly drank the butterbeer in his hand, burped, and finally looked better.

"Would you like another drink?" Old Tom asked with a smile.

"I have to rush back to Hogwarts." Flitwick discharged two silver Sickles, then looked at Townsend, and said: "England welcomes you, a diviner from the East. Maybe we will have a chance to work together in the future. , anyway Merry Christmas.”

Then he jumped off the bar stool, walked to the fireplace with the owl in his arms, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and disappeared into the fireplace with green flames.

"He's not in a very good mood." Old Tom put away the silver coins on the table and said casually: "Usually he is not so impatient. He has to drink at least two more drinks. This is obviously due to Umbridge's influence. Impact."

"Don't be discouraged, Don. Since Flitwick said he would tell Dumbledore your request, he will definitely do it. I can guarantee that Dumbledore will hire you. You have magical divination skills."

"I hope so." Tang Sen just smiled, and then silently dealt with the fish and potato pie on the table.

Recruited by Dumbledore?

Tang Sen does not have this confidence.

Obviously, he did not really apply for the job for the future of England's young wizards, but for darker thoughts, and he was not sure that Dumbledore would not see the clues.

Moreover, he doesn't know magic at all.

Fortunately, there is not only one way in the world. Obviously, the Ministry of Magic now hopes to weaken Dumbledore's influence in Hogwarts as much as possible. Compared with a centaur who is loyal to Dumbledore serving in Hogwarts, , both Umbridge and Minister Fudge would probably prefer to arrange for someone who has nothing to do with Dumbledore.

For example, a diviner from the East who is very friendly to the Ministry of Magic.

"It just so happens that I'm pretty good at being friendly."

Tang Sen quickly finished his dinner and asked casually: "How to get to Diagon Alley? You know, this is my first time in London."

"It's at the back door. You can open the door to Diagon Alley by tapping the fixed brick." Old Tom said without hesitation: "But I'm afraid it's a little late now."

"Of course tomorrow." Tang Sen stood up and said with a smile, "Now it's time for me to check out the room."

He paused and said, "By the way, the pie is delicious. Can you make another one for me? I hope to enjoy it slowly in the room."

"Of course." Old Tom found a portable kerosene lamp from under the counter and led Tang Sen up the creaking stairs. Tang Sen noticed that there were many portraits hanging on the walls of the stairs. Various people looked at themselves curiously.

"Oh, an Oriental is so rare."

"Come here, sweetie, chat with me~"

Chaotic sounds came from the portrait, and Tang Sen felt like a giant panda being watched in a zoo.

"Don't worry about them." Old Tom said: "These guys hanging on the wall only have so much fun."

After walking up the narrow and dark stairs, the two came to an old door. Old Tom took out a black key and opened the door, saying: "You are very lucky. You are the only resident today." , I don’t lack anything here, but the sound insulation is a bit poor. Of course, guests can cast their own spells to isolate the noise."

After saying that, he took out his wand and flicked it twice, and the kerosene lamp in the room lit up.

Tang Sen walked into the guest room. It was a typical medieval inn style. Of course it was not comfortable, but at least it was clean, and there was a relatively convenient toilet that flushed automatically.

"I'll bring your pie right away." Old Tom said thoughtfully, "Of course, it comes with a cup of hot milk, which will help you sleep."

I don't know if it was for Jin Gallon's sake or for the previous divination, but he was indeed very fast. After a few minutes, the things Tang Sen needed were delivered to the room.

After confirming that Old Tom was gone, Tang Sen put down the leather suitcase in his hand and took out a gold coin.

"Someone is watching me."

Say it silently seven times, throw the gold coin, and the result will be tails.

Tang Sen then opened the suitcase, and with the light of the kerosene lamp, the space inside the suitcase was slightly illuminated.

The little girl was curled up on a small pink bed. She only moved slightly when she heard the movement and did not raise her head. Next to her, there was a pile of books and materials that Tang Sen had moved from the fifth floor of the tower.

Townsend said nothing, dug into the space of the suitcase, and placed the pie and potatoes next to her bed.

Before Smaug learns the language of this world, Tang Sen does not intend to let the little girl appear in the public eye. This magic nuclear bomb will make him a target of public criticism.

Fortunately, this little girl's tolerance for loneliness and darkness is ridiculously strong.

Compared to the other person's previous life, this suitcase with no one to disturb her and no one to torture her is already paradise.

Tang Sen rummaged through the books and left the suitcase with a thick hard-cover book.

"Standard Spell".

Among most of the witch's collection, this is one of the few relatively basic magical knowledge, and many elementary spells are recorded on it.

Tang Sen carefully looked through the spells and gestures of the first spell, and then took out a wand.

The witch's one, of course.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Tang Sen waved the wand according to the movements described in the book: one wave, one flick.

Then it was obvious that the feathers used for testing in front of him did not move at all.

Tang Sen frowned, tried several more times, and finally put down his wand.

"The extraordinary characteristics of the magical bloodline in my body are too weak. Moreover, just by looking at the book, I can't confirm whether the speed of my incantation and the movement of the wand are correct."

"It's still difficult to teach yourself magic. It's best to have some reference."

"Of course, I might also need a suitable wand."

These things have to be done step by step. Learning is never something that can be done quickly. After all, Tang Sen has experienced the time when he was a student with thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. He doesn't think he can still understand magic after three years.

Thinking of this, Tang Sen's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the dark space, a huge dragon was lying on the ground in a very unmighty posture, staring into his golden eyes, trying hard to look at the light curtain in front of him.

Above the light curtain are English and Chinese versions, translated by Tang Sen himself.

The voice of the dragon roaring with despair echoed in the space:

"abandon."

"Give up, give up"

"abandon"

Tang Sen: "."