Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

When Tver returned to Hogwarts, it was already evening.

The weather today was not very good. Not only could he not see the beautiful scenery at dusk, he also had to face heavy rain that was freezing to the bone.

At this moment, the pouring rain was like a curtain, shrouding Hogwarts in a hazy state, corresponding to the cloudy sky above.

It doesn’t look very comfortable.

Especially Tver knew that all this was caused by the dementors surrounding Hogwarts!

He finally understood why Dumbledore hated these weird creatures so much, and he would have hated them too.

Especially when he was stopped at the door and surrounded by several dementors!

“Visitors stopped, this is Hogwarts, no entry or exit is allowed.”

Malvolio led three dementors and came forward solemnly, but the slightly upturned corners of his mouth were unusually conspicuous in Tver’s eyes.

“I’m a professor at Hogwarts!” He glared at Malvolio directly.

If he hadn’t wanted to expose their close relationship, he would have taken out his wand.

“I’m sorry, could you please bring out a valid document that can prove your identity…Okay, Gerald, open the door!”

Seeing the anger in Tver’s eyes, Malvolio didn’t dare to play tricks anymore.

The picket members standing at the door were a little confused. Why did their boss, who had always been fearless, suddenly become timid?

However, they did not dare to disobey and quickly moved out of the way.

Tver glared at Malvolio again, and looked at the Dementor before leaving.

The Dementor was covered with a thin cloak, even thinner than the one on Lupine, and his entire face was buried under the cloak, which would only be uncovered when sucking souls.

It is also the presence of the cloak that hides their ugly skin, which is gray-white, covered with mucus and spots.

But that doesn’t stop them from exuding an aura of depression and despair.

Even Tver had to use Occlumency to resist the erosion of such negative emotions.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen a dementor.

Because this kind of creature is a specialty of Britain and even Azkaban, just like Peeves is a specialty of Hogwarts, it cannot be found in other places.

The two are also quite similar.

They all belong to the category of “non-existence” magical creatures.

Yes, they are all lumped together.

In essence, they have no actual body, no birth and death, and are simply composed of emotions.

Even Muggles cannot see such creatures and can only feel the emotions they exude indirectly.

Therefore, they cannot be destroyed entirely, even if some or even all of them are eliminated temporarily.

But as long as such emotions exist, they will continue to be born.

This is why all the previous headmasters have been unable to do anything about Peeves, because he is made of naughty emotions provided by the students of the castle…

However, this does not mean that there is no way to deal with the Dementors. If they dare to provoke me, that would be just right. We can let them try the eighteen ways to deal with the Dementors.

Tver walked towards the castle while holding an umbrella made of water drops.

Today, the rain has been enhanced by Dementors, making it colder than usual, the kind that penetrates deep into the soul.

It has just arrived in September, but there is already a feeling of winter.

And it is estimated that the dementors will stay until the end of the school year, and there is no telling how many students will get sick due to this change.

But the moment he entered the castle, Tver’s thoughts were interrupted.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stood at the door, looking at the gate of Hogwarts with serious expressions, as if waiting for the students to return.

This atmosphere is wrong!

Tver frowned, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Because Dumbledore’s expression made him feel that he had done something wrong, something he had done unintentionally and that was shocking.

“Long time no see, Turville.” Dumbledore glanced lightly.

We obviously just saw each other during the summer vacation…

Tver chuckled and took two quick steps to come to them with the intention of gathering information.

“I’m just a young professor, so I’m not worthy of being greeted personally by two principals, right?”

Professor McGonagall’s pursed lips finally loosened a little.

“We were waiting for the students. Their train was suddenly inspected by Dementors. Lupine wrote that Potter was feeling unwell as a result.”

Dumbledore turned his attention to Turville, his eyes very serious.

“I think we agreed before that dementors are only allowed to operate outside Hogwarts. May I ask this little professor, why did they suddenly check the train?”

Tver nodded understandingly.

Of course he knew there would be

Such a small episode, but the problem is——

You go find Malvolio!

It’s not my business? !

As for the sudden inspection, if he had never been in contact with Fudge, he would really think it was just an accident.

But based on the information provided by Malvolio in the past few days, Fudge is probably thinking of taking advantage of Dumbledore’s concessions.

In addition, Sirius Black has not been seen yet, and some people have even shouted slogans for Fudge to step down.

It is estimated that these things made him dizzy with anxiety, which is why he took such a sudden action.

But looking at Dumbledore’s cold face, he probably didn’t want to see him pass the blame.

“The dementors are indeed outside the school, right?” Tver said matter-of-factly.

“And hiding on the train, or pretending to be a student, isn’t this the best way for Black to sneak into the school?”

Professor McGonagall was a little dissatisfied with Tver’s ease. She didn’t know if the students on the train had encountered any danger!

“Then we can’t search the students so directly. No, I have to ask Delis to remove the dementors in front of the gate.”

“Let them stay there,” Dumbledore sighed. “Tweel, I want to talk to you.”

Without giving him a chance to refuse, Dumbledore turned and walked into the castle.

Turville shrugged helplessly at Professor McGonagall and strode to follow Dumbledore.

They arrived at the auditorium where the candles were not yet lit, with only the ceiling above them flashing thunder in the dark clouds.

Dumbledore lit torches and candles and said to Turville: “I am grateful to you and your teacher for the reception you and your teacher gave me during the holidays.”

“If you want, you can come at any time. The teacher will be happy to entertain you again.”

Dumbledore turned back with a chuckle.

“Maybe, but what I want to thank more is that he can tell me so many things.”

“Tver, I very much hope,” Dumbledore suddenly turned around, “and I am willing to believe that what Grindelwald said is true.”

“So, please don’t betray my trust, okay?”

Not only was Tver not angry, but he had to use Occlumency like crazy to cover up his inner joy.

Holiday conversations really work!

As expected of a teacher, he did something in one day that he couldn’t do in two years!

“As you can see, I will always be the most… diligent professor at Hogwarts.”

Tver smiled and gave an impeccable salute.