Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Karkaroff shook hands with Dumbledore in a scrupulous manner, then walked straight over and gave a very warm hug, showing everyone that he missed Tver.

It was even so warm that Tver was not used to it.

Karkaroff was quick to explain.

“Since you and Cynthia left school, the professors have complained to me that there are no more students in the school with whom they can learn from each other.”

“Well……”

Tver frowned strangely.

He and Cynthia are indeed different from ordinary students.

Twil has basically been exploring his magic at school since his teacher started teaching him.

Cynthia, on the other hand, was pulled over to help her study magic because of her outstanding talent.

The professors in the school are basically used by him as a mobile library, used to answer questions…

However, despite this, the professors also found it very valuable. After all, they were indirectly accepting some of the magic concepts given by the teacher.

Therefore, Tver’s study career in school was a mutual benefit with these professors.

This is why, not only students, but also many professors originally hoped that they could stay in Durmstrang to teach.

“But I understand!” Karkaroff patted Tver on the back cheerfully.

“It seems that you have become more and more unfathomable now. I really look forward to my student taking over the honor of being the number one person in the wizarding world from Dumbledore!”

His smile was as bright as a flower, and the scene of Tver ascending to the top spot in the magic world had long appeared in his mind.

By then, Karkaroff will definitely receive more praise than any other principal in Durmstrang!

“I’m looking forward to that day too.”

Dumbledore was not surprised by Karkaroff’s appearance, and seemed to have heard many similar words from him.

Karkaroff then exchanged pleasantries with Dumbledore, and together they left the cold outdoor room and walked toward the castle.

Viktor Krum tightened his coat tightly, strode over, and finally squeezed to Tver’s side.

“Why, are you cold?” Tver asked curiously.

Feeling the familiar warm magic emanating from Tver, Viktor showed a happy expression.

“I…” He sniffed, “I have a little cold.”

“That ship was dug out of nowhere by Professor Karkaroff. It’s just that it’s in disrepair. It can’t withstand the chill in the deep sea at all.”

“If it hadn’t been for a short period of time, I think most of the people on our ship would have gotten sick from the cold.”

The other Durmstrang students seemed to have found the organization, and nodded at Tver with complaints on their faces.

In Durmstrang, there is always a lack of funds due to the lack of wealthy school directors like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

They who advocate a tough military style rarely say this, but it is different for Tver.

Anyway, he has seen the other party in such a miserable state before, so there is no need for this little complaint.

“Then come in and warm yourself by the fire.” Tver smiled helplessly.

He finally understood why these students were still wrapped in coats when they arrived in England.

The ship should move similar to the Knight Bus, but through connected waterways.

“Professor, are you… very familiar with Krum?” Penello suddenly rushed to the other side of Tver, holding a small notebook in his hand, and asked quietly.

She is a year younger than Percy, so now she has to stay at Hogwarts for another year before she can go to work with Percy at the Ministry of Magic.

“What, you want an autograph?”

Penello sighed and pointed at a group of little girls peeking over not far away.

“It’s not like those little girls from Yingyuan are begging me to come over and ask for autographs.” She suddenly raised her head again and held up a stack of notebooks in her hand, “Of course, if you can help me, I’ll be happy to get one too!”

Tver took it obediently and put it into Viktor’s hand, “Come on, big star, sign every notebook with your handsome name.”

In Viktor’s frightened eyes, he asked again: “You don’t have to sign every page, do you?”

Anyway, he didn’t sign it himself, he just changed his hand~

“No, no, just sign each book with one name.” Penello was frightened by this treatment and waved his hand quickly.

“But I remember you don’t like Quidditch very much, right? Why do you suddenly want Viktor’s autograph?”

“Actually, I didn’t ask for it for myself,” Penello smiled softly, with a look of expectation in his eyes, “Don’t Percy like Quidditch very much? I think this signature should make him happy.”

Tver couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

“Is Percy unhappy lately?

”

“No, but I can feel the pressure that work brings to him from his words. This is the only thing I can do to help him now.”

Tver nodded understandingly.

Cynthia planned to let Percy swing between Barty and Fudge, which would give Fudge a neutral appearance.

Similarly, many employees of the Ministry of Magic who are close to Cynthia do this.

In this way, Fudge can be caught off guard when the card table is actually lifted.

I just didn’t expect that for young Percy, this kind of pressure could no longer be compared to worrying about exams in school.

“Percy would be happy if he knew what you were thinking.”

Penello did not answer, but took a bunch of signatures written by Viktor with sore hands, and happily walked back to the group of cheering little girls.

I don’t know if it’s because I completed the task or because I thought of Percy’s happy face…

In the plot, Ritweil does not know the final outcome of the young couple, and they may not have made it to the end.

But sometimes, when he travels to this world, it is these unknown futures that give him the motivation to move forward and change, isn’t it?

If it just remains unchanged, what is the meaning of his coming to this world?

“I always feel like you’re going to push me a bunch of notebooks and parchments to be signed.”

Looking at the Hogwarts students around him who were eager to try because of the successful case, Viktor said helplessly.

Although signing autographs was something he had become accustomed to after becoming famous, he always wanted to complain when he saw Tver stuffing the book to himself so naturally!

“Then will you sign?”

Tver looked at him amused.

“What do you think,” Viktor whispered in a voice only two people could hear, “Panda War God?”