Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Dennis was unexpectedly lively in private. Even though Tver was a professor, it did not prevent him from jumping up and down and leading the way.

“Professor, I just saw reporters and photographers there!”

“uh-huh.”

“Does this mean you have to take photos and even be interviewed?!” His eyes widened with excitement, as if he was the one who became the warrior.

“Maybe, but when the reporters come, there will be reports.” Tver said casually.

get out of class has not ended yet, the castle is quiet, and the sound of their voices is particularly obvious in the corridor.

Dennis was disappointed for a moment, but he quickly cheered up.

“Speaking of which, if the professor becomes a warrior, will the competition become particularly dangerous?”

Under his leadership, Tver has seen the open classroom door.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you participated in the competition. If the competition items are still the original requirements for students, wouldn’t it be meaningless to you?”

“……Maybe.”

All I can say is that it truly deserves to be called Gryffindor, and its focus is different from other houses.

“Okay.” Dennis was really disappointed now.

After sending Tver to the door, he waved his little hand politely and trotted away.

Following the open door, he strode in.

This is a small classroom, incomparable with the large classroom that Tver left for theoretical study.

Therefore, in order to leave a large open space in the front, most of the desks were pushed to the back of the classroom.

But there were three desks placed side by side in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind these desks, there were five chairs. Ludo Bagman sat on one of the chairs with his back straight, looking at everyone with a smile.

Cedric and Fleur were chatting, but Fleur was a little absent-minded and didn’t know what she was thinking. She occasionally shook her head in response to Cedric’s topic.

Viktor stood a little lonely in the corner, watching the lively scene with indifferent eyes.

Rita’s official photographer was fiddling with the black camera in his hand, but he was quietly watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

Ms. Maxim and Karkaroff were talking to each other, looking back and forth between the warriors.

It seems that he is measuring the strength of his own players and his opponents.

Ever since Tver decided to compete as a performer, Karkaroff was very unhappy, thinking that he had to obey Dumbledore’s orders even though he was so powerful, so he childishly did not interact with him for a while. He has spoken.

“Why are you standing here?” A voice suddenly sounded from behind Tver.

Tweel knew it was Dumbledore without turning around, but before he could speak, Bagman stood up and came to the two of them.

“You are here now. We are all waiting for you. Of course, I am not rushing you, Mr. Ollivander.”

Tver turned around and discovered that Ollivander, the most famous master in Britain and one of the three major wand makers in Europe, was standing behind him.

“Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander.”

“Me too, Mr. Foley, but I am very impressed by you.” A gentle smile appeared on Ollivander’s old face.

But he didn’t explain anything, but looked at Bagman again.

“So, are all the warriors here?”

“They’re all here…” Bagman looked around, “By the way, Potter is still being interviewed by Rita.”

After saying that, he wanted to walk to the broom room in the classroom, but Dumbledore walked ahead.

“I’ll do it, Ludo, you get everyone ready.”

Bagman shrugged indifferently and led Ollivander towards the open space of the classroom.

“Everyone, the wand testing ceremony is about to begin. Warriors, please return to your seats. Of course, the referees should also sit there to confirm the fairness of this ceremony.”

He pointed to the specially arranged chairs, but the warriors also had seats, right by the door.

At this time, Dumbledore walked out with Harry. Rita behind him was obviously dissatisfied, but when she noticed Tweel’s even more dissatisfied look, she immediately shrank her neck in fear.

“Very good, then the wand testing ceremony has officially begun?” Bagman asked Dumbledore for his opinion.

“Let’s begin.” Dumbledore pushed Harry to the warrior’s position and sat on the referee’s seat.

Tver also took advantage of the situation and took Rita, who was following in small steps, to the door and stood together with Viktor.

“What’s up with the coverage of the federation conference over the summer?”

His eyes were on Fleur’s testing wand Ollivander, but Lily

Ta felt intense pressure.

“I…I thought you would like an article like that…I referred to a lot of Professor Bubaji’s articles…not as direct as hers…”

Rita explained stumblingly.

“But!” Tver gritted his teeth, “It’s too direct!”

“Do you know how many Dumbledore defenders there are in the Federation?”

“They did not come to the conference, not because they are not qualified, but because the next generation they trained is enough to become the most famous wizard in that country!”

“In the end, I was misunderstood by them just because of your stepping on me!”

The truth is of course not that serious, and Tver even got to know more old monster-level wizards by chance.

Just like the examiner who proctored Dumbledore’s exam back then, there are actually such a group of wizards in the wizarding world of various countries.

At this age, they may have only retained some basic affairs, but when it comes to influence, the wizards in the Federation who are enough to be Tver’s grandfathers will call them teachers!

It’s just criticism, but of course it needs to be serious, otherwise Rita will write random articles on her own initiative.

Rita was speechless by him, or dared not speak.

It was Victor who gave him a strange look.

He seemed to understand these words, but he seemed to understand nothing.

but–

“Tver, it’s your turn.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Noticing that everyone’s attention turned to him, Tver’s face suddenly changed into a smile.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander.”

Twil simply handed over his wand.

“Ah, by the way, this is the wand…”

Ollivander took it with emotion and raised it slightly so that everyone could see this beautiful wand clearly through the sunlight coming in from outside.

Harry and the others had already seen the professor’s unique silver-white wand, but it wasn’t until today that they discovered that there were unique mysterious lines on it.

It’s a bit like countless golden threads tightly wrapping the wand in an ingenious spiral structure.

“Aspen wood, the dragon’s heart nerve, eleven and a quarter inches, I remember clearly the moment I put it into your hands.”

Ollivander looked deeply into Tver’s eyes.

“Because this is the last aspen wand ever sold from my shop.”

“Aspen wood? Why haven’t I heard of this wand material?” Karkaroff asked with concern.

“Because there are fewer and fewer of them. I haven’t even heard of any wizards using this kind of wand. I guess this is the last one I can find.”

“Is this powerful?”

“It depends on how you understand power, Professor Karkaroff.” Ollivander bent slightly.

“An aspen wand is extremely steadfast and loyal only to its owner, and this is, of course, because the owner it chooses is usually also strong-willed and determined in purpose.”

“They are more attracted to exploration and new order than most wizards, and it is even said that it is a kind of revolutionary wand.”

“In the 18th century, there was a dueling club called the Silver Spears. They only admitted holders of aspen wands.”

“Unfortunately, there are not many wizards who can be chosen by Aspen.”

“Looking at what you said was so exaggerated, I thought this was a wand that could enhance the strength of the holder.” Karkaroff curled his lips dissatisfied.

When he saw Ollivander looking so serious just now, he thought that Tver was powerful because he had a particularly powerful wand.

The result is special, but the help to my strength may not be as good as the blackthorn wand in my hand!

“There are many magic wands that can enhance strength, but for wizards, firm will is the symbol of strength.”

Ollivander did not use Twil’s wand to perform a spellcasting test like other warriors, but simply handed it back to Twil.

“You say so, Mr. Turville Foley?”

Twil took the wand and smiled at him.

“The wand chooses the wizard, but the wizard also chooses the wand, don’t you think so, Mr. Ollivander?”

Ollivander’s old face immediately broke out into a smile, and his body was slightly stooped.

“Of course, I didn’t expect you to realize this at such a young age!”