Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Early in the morning, Tver woke up from his bed in the manor.

There is something very important to do today.

The International Federation of Wizards Congress is held today!

But there was still time, so he just lay on the bed quietly, staring at the white ceiling with somewhat blurred eyes.

For the first time since he came to this world, he felt nervous.

The last time I felt so unsure was when I secretly went to Nurmengard to seek Grindelwald’s apprenticeship.

But unlike the last time, he had actually predicted many of the results of this conference in his mind.

If he still can’t convince these international wizards in the end, then he will undoubtedly be completely exposed in the magical world.

At the same time, the people related to him will be regarded as party members and put in the public eye, under the scrutiny of various wizards.

It might even interfere with Tver’s arrangements in the Muggle world.

This was the last thing he wanted to see.

Therefore, for today, he has laid various foreshadowings in the magic world, planned a lot of public opinion, and made friends with many highly respected wizards in the magic world.

I also deliberately chose this time.

Even if he fails, he can still use Voldemort’s resurrection to divert public attention.

Plan defeat before calculating victory.

This conference was too important for Tver, so he had to be cautious, cautious, and more cautious…

After thinking over all the arrangements he had made previously, Tver got up from the bed.

In order to create a kind image, Tver did not choose too formal clothes, but put on the slim black suit and dark red robe that he wears most every day.

After all, Dumbledore said that such a conference would be held every few years.

If I hadn’t been able to speak on it, everyone would usually be discussing some international affairs, which was nothing more serious than chatting.

After Tver went out, his eyes were full of calmness and determination, without the previous hesitation.

At ten o’clock in the morning, he arrived at Brown’s Hotel in London, England on time. He took a taxi in the Muggle way.

This is not his bad taste, but the entire area here is covered with anti-Apparition magic just to ensure the safety of the meeting.

But what’s even weirder is that this is a real, historic Muggle hotel.

Tver admired the white-painted appearance of the hotel outside the door for a while. When he opened the door, he saw that even the welcoming lobby was equally simple, which was somewhat unsuitable for its status as the first hotel in London.

But it is very reasonable, and Tver is very satisfied with this simplicity that has been precipitated by history.

Just like the wizarding world’s resistance to technology.

“Guest, are you…”

The waiter standing at the door bowed politely, but before she finished speaking, Cynthia came over.

“He is our guest at this meeting. I will take him up.” Cynthia smiled at Tver and dismissed the waiter with a wave.

Then he took Tver to the direction of the stairs.

“The meeting was arranged on the fourth floor. It was originally a restaurant, but we changed it into a conference hall as usual.”

“As usual?”

“Yes,” Cynthia sighed helplessly, “It is said that in the past hundred years, conferences in the UK have been held in this hotel.”

“It’s just that there weren’t that many people attending the meeting before, and the original conference room barely met the requirements.”

“But now, especially fifty years ago, the number of attendees has greatly increased, and those committee members insisted on holding it here.”

“So we have to continually choose larger places to renovate.”

Tver chuckled unsurprisingly.

To put it mildly, most of the current committee members of the International Federation of Wizards are elderly wizards.

If Barty Crouch hadn’t been busy with the Quidditch World Cup, and Cynthia was really capable, the British Ministry of Magic wouldn’t have let a young person like her come to attend the conference.

“All the preparations before the meeting have been arranged, and we are just waiting for the official start of the meeting.”

Cynthia suddenly remembered something.

“Dumbledore came earlier than you. He asked me to ask you. If you want to be the first to speak, he can give it to you.”

“If you insist on using the speaking opportunity of the British representative, as usual, the representative of the same nationality as the president will be in the last position.”

“I’ll be the last one.” Tver thought for a moment and decided to wait until the conference was almost over before speaking.

After all, after his speech, the committee members may not be in the mood to talk about other things!

“good!”

Cynthia took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, and walked into the conference room with him.

It was cleverly arranged into a spacious stepped conference room, with representatives from various countries sitting on both sides.

Of course, the meeting hadn’t started yet, and most of the participants were chatting in the open space in the middle, maintaining a lively buzz.

But they are basically not young, and some even look older than Dumbledore.

Therefore, when Tver and Cynthia walked in, many people were surprised.

“I was still wondering when you would come over.”

The sharp-eyed Dumbledore immediately spotted Tver’s sudden appearance, strode out of the crowd surrounding him, and came to the front of the two men.

“I don’t have as much energy as you, and I can always maintain a passionate heart.” Tweel said teasing Dumbledore.

“But I see you have a lot of energy when debating with me.” Dumbledore joked back easily.

Relying on the progress of his relationship with Dumbledore, after a brief period of peace, Turville and his discussions on Muggle issues became more radical.

They had discussed the possibility of peaceful coexistence with Muggles, as well as the elimination of Muggles.

Of course, that was also because Dumbledore wanted to use discussion to dispel some dangerous ideas in Tver’s heart.

“Albus, is this young man the Tver Foley you often mentioned in your letters?” An elegant old man wearing a beautiful crown came over.

“Oh, Zhou Ya, I even forgot to introduce Tver to you.”

Dumbledore turned sideways so that Tweel and Ms. Zhou Ya were face to face.

“Yes, this is Tver, Tver Foley.”

He looked at Tver again.

“This elegant lady is called Zhou Ya. She is one of the senior members of the International Federation of Wizards and an expert on Muggle issues. I asked her many questions.”

Tweel felt a little weird about Dumbledore’s accurate Chinese pronunciation, but he did not show any abnormality, but shook hands with Ms. Zhou politely.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Tver.”

Ms. Zhou’s eyes have a depth that spans the years, as if they can accommodate any weird thing.

“Especially your thoughts on the Muggle threat theory, so before the meeting starts, I want to ask you a question, okay?”

Tver was shocked for a moment, and he couldn’t understand what Ms. Zhou was thinking.

“sure.”

“So, how do you think Muggles can incorporate magic into their normal lives?”

“I mean, the kind that won’t cause harm to both parties.”

There was a hint of curiosity in Ms. Zhou’s expression, as if she really had questions.

But Tver didn’t know how to answer for a moment.