Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Wandology was indeed magical, but Tver didn’t particularly care.

If there was anything special about his aspen wand, there was only one thing about it—

nice.

After all, there are very few white wands in the magic world, and even fewer have beautiful, mysterious textures like aspen wood.

What’s more, the texture of Tver’s wand is more regular.

As for the so-called help such as strength, will, etc., he has never experienced it at all.

Because whether he uses a wand or not, the magic he releases has the same effect, there is no difference.

In fact, wand materials have gradually been passed down to the present, and basically all materials that can be made into wands have so-called extraordinary effects.

Really ordinary materials have been gradually eliminated, and what is left are all kinds of amazing materials?

So even if Ollivander just said that is so bluffing, if aspen is really that good, why not continue to make this kind of wand?

Aren’t other materials more practical?

So everyone, including Tver, quickly forgot about this little incident and took various photos under Rita’s command.

It was a normal group photo at the beginning, but in view of Ms. Maxim’s huge body, the photographer had to ask her to sit down, with others standing on both sides, and finally a satisfactory group photo was taken.

Later, Rita said she wanted to cooperate with the report, and took a single photo of the Warrior, a photo of the Warrior and her principal, and a photo of the trio of Hogwarts and Durmstrang.

In the end, she wanted to take a group photo of a single warrior and the referee team, but after receiving a vague glare from the impatient Tver, she trotted out of the classroom with the photographer.

She was afraid that Tver would continue to lecture her…

“Okay, everyone, let’s go back. It’s already evening, and I think it’s almost time to serve dinner in the auditorium.”

Even because of Dumbledore’s extraordinary energy, he breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

Turville’s eyes lit up and he immediately followed Dumbledore to the auditorium.

Just a voice suddenly stopped him.

“Um, Professor Welfare, are you free now? I have something I want to talk to you about…”

Hearing this voice with a strange accent, Tver turned around in surprise.

Fleur stood there with some restraint, ignoring Ms. Maxim’s concerned eyes, but looked at Tver firmly.

Karkaroff’s strange eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them, and before he could ask, Tver spoke.

“Okay, everyone, do you mind giving us a little privacy?”

“Of course.” Bagman withdrew his curious eyes, pulled the frowning Ms. Maxim, drove everyone else out of the classroom, and closed the door considerately.

But what Tver didn’t expect was that without the light of the torches starting to light outside the door, under the dusk light outside the window, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became a little strange.

However, Fleur breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the feeling of being noticed was not as relaxing as she appeared.

“Ouch.”

Tver quickly snapped his fingers and lit the candles in the classroom, and then he looked more serious.

“Thank you.” Fleur said softly.

Tver was a little confused.

“Is it worth lighting a candle to say thank you? Then I guess the boys in the castle won’t mind holding a candle all day long.”

“No.” Fleur was amused and laughed happily.

“I mean, thank you for saving Gabrielle in the summer. I originally wanted to bring her here to express my gratitude to you, but she still has to make up for it in class!”

At the end of the sentence, her face couldn’t help but reveal a hint of sternness, which actually made Tver see a trace of Professor McGonagall in her.

But the Beauxbatons classroom should be considered a Hogwarts problem.

“That’s our problem, it will take some time to coordinate the classroom, and it may have to wait until next week before you can join the Hogwarts students.”

The content of the classes is inconsistent and the pace is also different, so Professor McGonagall, as a representative, has to discuss with the principals of the other two schools to determine which courses will be arranged for Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.

“No, I don’t mean to blame you, it’s just…” A trace of embarrassment appeared on Fleur’s face.

“I think you can see that Gabrielle and I are Veela hybrids. Our magic talents are not as good as those of normal wizards. We need to study harder.”

“But Gabrielle is always careless about studying.”

(For Fleur, the concept of mixed blood is different from other wizards~)

Tweel knew that Fleur and Gabrielle were Veela hybrids, either from the memories of the plot or from seeing them.

This was confirmed immediately.

But, will mixed blood affect magic talent?

He really doesn’t know this yet.

But this is also because he has not encountered many mixed-race wizards. Strictly speaking, the only two hybrid giants he is familiar with are Hagrid and Ms. Maxim.

In fact, a large part of Hagrid’s magical talent is due to the fact that he did not receive a complete education, and his own spell-casting ability… should be pretty good.

As for Ms. Maxim, as the principal of Beauxbatons, although he has not seen her with his own eyes, Tver can confirm that her spellcasting ability is definitely one of the best in Europe.

Seeming to be roughly aware of what Tver was thinking, Fleur continued: “That’s because the mixed-blood wizards you can see are all the best.”

——Survivor bias? Tver suddenly realized this possibility.

“We need to work several times harder to close these gaps.”

“In fact, from ancient times to the present, although there are not many mixed-race wizards in the magic world, none of the famous top powerhouses in history are mixed-race. This is because talent has always restricted us from advancing to higher levels.”

After saying this, Tver searched for the historical knowledge in his mind and suddenly found that this was really the case.

However, it is also possible that these powerful men did not publish their bloodline information, or it was not recorded. This is not impossible.

But there was no need to argue with Fleur. After all, she was a real mixed-race wizard and understood her magical talent better than he did.

And there was no need for her to make up such a story.

“So, as a Beauxbatons warrior, you must have put in a lot of effort, right?”

“Even so, everyone is only talking about my bloodline. What’s even more ridiculous is that they think my success is because of my Veela bloodline!”

Fleur smiled softly, it seemed more like she was mocking.

“People are always like this. They like to make excuses for other people’s successes and their own failures.”

Tver had heard many similar words when he was in school, as if his great strength was due to the blood of the Welfare family.

Even in the plot, many people will attribute Dumbledore’s power to the Elder Wand.

But in fact, holding the Elder Wand or not will not affect Dumbledore’s defeat of Grindelwald and Voldemort!