I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn resisted the urge to smash the beer in his hand on the dead old man's head, and held his temper and pulled the small bench to the opposite side of him.

Professor Fox didn't seem to notice Lynn's resentment at all, and couldn't wait to grab the beer from his hand.

"German stout." He smacking his lips.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I don't really like the taste, but I can barely accept it."

He tore open the beer pack and threw a can to Lynn.

Lynn took the beer and rolled his eyes.

"I'm still a minor and can't drink."

Having said that, he pulled the tab, and what happened today was a bit of a shit.

Professor Fox laughed at Lynn's duplicity.

His smile was very similar to Lynn's, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"You still squint every day at such an old age, no wonder there are so many lines on the corners of your eyes, hum."

Lynn also took a pair of chopsticks for himself, dipped it in the soup in the crucible and tasted it, the taste was very familiar.

Professor Fox said triumphantly after taking a sip of beer.

"Today you are going to enjoy a good meal. This is the delicious taste I brought back from Chengdu when I traveled in China. Just brush the ingredients into the boiling soup, and you can taste the supreme deliciousness.

As for those five-star hotels, they are all fooling foreigners. The real food of the East is actually hidden in the streets and alleys. They can't fool me.

You produce German wine, I produce Chinese food, and you make a lot of money. "

Isn't it hot pot? Make it like no one ate one.

Although there was hot pot as compensation, Lynn still had his breath. He stared at Professor Fox's strangely pale face and pouted.

"If you are not in good health and eat spicy beer, don't die accidentally."

Fox waved his hands nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, I'm just a little afraid of heights. Besides, didn't I ask you to buy medicine for me?" He smiled and raised his beer, "This is the cure for all diseases."

Lynn looked at him suspiciously, suspecting that this unscrupulous professor was fooling himself again.

"Wizards also have acrophobia?"

"Of course there will be." Fox couldn't wait to put a piece of boiled mutton into his mouth. He was very skilled with chopsticks, and he seemed to eat a lot when traveling in China.

"Wizards are also human, and as long as they are human, of course they will get sick."

"Don't be so angry, Bellock.

Do you know how much I have suffered for coming to you?

Since I've never been here before, I can't Apparate, so I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron first. I don't have a single Muggle currency on my body. It's too bad to go to Gringotts to exchange money with the goblins, Muggles. I couldn't take the means of transportation, so I had to fly over on a flying broom.

But my fear of heights is very serious, and I really can't control the damn broom. After flying for about ten minutes, I couldn't hold on anymore, and then I fell from the sky, but fortunately, I finally reached the destination. "

After two sips of wine, Fox began to pour bitterness on Lynn.

Hearing what he said, Lynn really lost his temper. He came all the way here to help his eleven-year-old child familiarize himself with the magic world, so what's the point of inviting him to a drink.

After thinking about it, Lynn was also happy to chat with Fox over hot pot and beer.

"I heard you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor?"

"That's right." Fox shook the beer can in his hand, "I originally applied for the position of a Rune professor. If I hadn't owed Dumbledore a big favor, I wouldn't have come to do this risky drudgery. I can pray that this year will end well."

"Why? Is there any danger in being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Lynn asked knowingly.

"Dangerous?" Fox chuckled, filling his stomach with a half-can of beer, then looked at Lynn, "Do you know how many Defence Against the Dark Arts professors have changed at Hogwarts since 1956?"

Lynn shook his head blankly.

"21 of them, and 12 of them haven't set up this professorship. Guess how many of these 21 people died unexpectedly during their tenure."

"Ten?" Lynn tentatively said a compromise number.

"Guess again."

"...13?"

"It's 14, with a mortality rate of more than 60%. One of the survivors can only lie in bed for a lifetime, and two are disabled for life."

Lynn gasped. He knew it was dangerous to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, but he never thought the death rate would be so high.

"Then... other wizards are not fools. Under such a dangerous situation, who would want to apply for a job?" Lynn asked the doubts in his heart.

"Do you think this data will be released at Hogwarts? Even I have compiled the relevant files that I found in the Hogwarts Library after I was determined to be this year's professor."

"Thanks to me, I have a little conscience." Fox took chopsticks and fished the meat from the pot. "If it were someone else, I would be scared to see these data."

"What is the source of the danger then?" Lynn asked cautiously.

Fox raised a glass to Lynn and drank the beer from the can.

"Who knows." His eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking, "There are rumors that this position was cursed by a man called the Dark Lord, and some people say that these are actually Dumbledore's conspiracies, and Some people say it's just a coincidence. But who can tell what the truth is."

Lynn thought Fox was worried about his safety for the year ahead, so he comforted him.

"Teach you that auspicious people have their own nature, and there will be no problem."

Fox reopened a can of beer.

"Stop talking about the mess, let's talk about you, Minerva wrote to me telling me that you are a ghost, and now it seems that your conversation and behavior are really not like what you should be at your age."

Lynn shrugged and pretended to be casual: "The more you get, the more you give. I don't think this is a good thing."

Fox didn't doubt it too much, he nodded in agreement: "It's really not something to be praised for being young and old. I heard that you even paid for your adoptive father yourself?"

"It doesn't count as money. I just signed a non-legal agreement with him, promising that after I inherit my parents' estate, I will give him one-third of the estate as a reward."

"He actually wants to?"

"Of course he doesn't want to." Lynn took a sip of beer and shook his head, "Who would make a fair deal with a child.

He wanted to trick me into not signing the agreement, to actually adopt me, and to be my guardian, so that the money my parents left for me might all belong to him in the future.

I'm not stupid. At that time, it was just at the time of the magic riot. In addition, he thought he was going to kill me and didn't pay attention to me, so he used some small means to hold his handle of embezzling public funds, and forced him to half coerce. He signed the conditional adoption agreement. "

Fox looked at him in astonishment: "How old were you then?"

"About ten years old." Lynn thought for a while, "It seems that it's not long after his tenth birthday."

Fox was stunned for a long time before he burst into laughter.

"It seems that Minerva is right, you are indeed a ghost."

He put down the chopsticks and beer in his hand, and suddenly looked at Lynn with a smile.

"I think you have my temper. Are you interested in accepting an investment from me? Mr. Bellock?"

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