Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Okay, today's course is over here. You can practice after class, but it is prohibited to use magic on classmates...

Also, remember to complete the homework on time. Believe me, you won’t want to know the punishment after the homework is not completed!”

Looking at the tired or decadent little carrot heads, Wang Xuebin showed a playful smile on his lips.

"By the way, we will learn the disability curse in the next class. Please remember to change to a pair of shoes suitable for running..."

Seeing Wang Xuebin's expression, all the students shivered. The disarming curse was a one-on-one beating, and the obstacle curse could not be...

I decided that before the next class, Mrs. Pomfrey must give herself a leave note for her to die if she will die if she runs, and never succumb to the tyranny of this evil professor!

"...In addition, students who take leave must also be present. We review what we have learned today. In short, valuable class time is not allowed to be wasted..."

“Ah~~~”

Listening to the depressed howling of the students, Wang Xuebin finally showed a gratified smile. Fighting is not about treating guests to dinner, so there is no room for enjoyment. Of course, the exception is to shake m...

"Professor Gu Yi!"

"Um?"

Just as the children were crying and lamenting their misfortune, Professor McGonagall's shout came from the door of the classroom.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's arrival, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, ignored the little radish heads who were urging the rice seedlings in the classroom, turned around and walked towards the door of the classroom.

"Is there anything?"

"Well, I...I'm just asking...How are you doing recently? Are you not comfortable with it?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's hesitant tone, Wang Xuebin's brow moved slightly, nodded, and said casually:

"It's good, there's no problem with food, clothing, housing and use. The students are also obedient. The course progress is progressing smoothly. Everything is developing in the expected direction..."

Follow Professor McGonagall's footsteps and slowly walk towards the corridor.

"How...is there anything I need to serve?"

Looking at Professor McGonagall who had been organizing language after hearing Wang Xuebin's words but still didn't know how to speak, Wang Xuebin asked again.

"If you have anything you need me to do, just say it straight, don't be polite!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall shook his head quickly, turned to look at Wang Xuebin, and said with a little hesitation:

"...Uh...Professor Gu Yi, I don't mean to blame anything, I want to say... Recently, some people have reported to me... The content of your teaching may be...I mean...inappropriate!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin felt speechless. With such a big situation, he thought something was a big deal. After a long time of trouble, someone was dissatisfied with what he taught and reported...

“…In what specific aspects do you show?”

Looking at Professor McGonagall who looked increasingly embarrassed, Wang Xuebin smiled indifferently, turned around and nodded to the student who had just passed by and asked, and said with a smile:

"You don't have to worry. I don't mean to be angry. This is my first time as a teacher, so I will inevitably have some inexperience.

If you or other professors find out my shortcomings, don’t be polite and point them out directly to me. This is the responsibility of the children, right?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall was obviously relieved. The professor of the Black Magic Defense Class was a rare object. If she was accidentally angry with her, her sin would be great...

"Hu... praise your tolerance, this is how it is. Just yesterday evening, the Ministry of Magic sent a letter to inquire, saying that you are teaching students a magic called the patron saint spell, and you don't know about it..."

"Wow, does the Ministry of Magic still have the heart to care about this?"

Seeing Professor McGonagall with the same helpless look, Wang Xuebin couldn't help laughing out loud. The Death Eaters led by Voldemort were almost knocking them out of their minds, and are they still busy meddling in these other people's business?

"Sadly, in the Ministry of Magic's view, the problem of the spread of the patron curse causing the dementor to be dissatisfied is much more important than Voldemort's problem...

After all... Secretary Jenkins was also making a statement the day before yesterday, calling on all parties of Aurors and Death Eaters to maintain restraint and resolve conflicts through negotiations..."

"Still restrain yourself? Could this Minister Jenkins plan to lead the Ministry of Magic to surrender to the Death Eater?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but complain. It was not until now that he realized that the Death Eaters were getting bigger and bigger. It was not that the enemy was too powerful, but that our army was too bad.

It has been more than three months since Voldemort declared war. Even a fool should see that the Death Eater came to overturn the table and did not resist. Could this be herd immunity?

"...There is no hope for surrender. Just yesterday morning, the Ministry of Magic announced that it would temporarily deprive Ms. Jenkins of Minister's rights, and was temporarily represented by Deputy Minister Mr. Harold Minkan..."

A strange voice came from behind, which shocked Professor McGonagall and turned around suddenly, only to realize that it was Dumbledore who was back.

"...Abus, why are there no sound when you walk?"

Professor McGonagall patted his chest with an unpredictable frightened look on his face. She and Wang Xuebin were talking about the dissatisfaction about the Ministry of Magic. Although it was just unintentional words, it would still not be a good thing if someone listened to it!

"...I'm sorry, Minerva, you're too focused... You see, Professor Gu Yi has no intention of being surprised at all..."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but give him a blank look, then turned his head half ashamed and half dissatisfied.

"Professor Dumbledore, you just said that the Minister of the Ministry of Magic has changed his term?"

"Oh...no, not yet..."

Dumbledore heard Wang Xuebin's inquiry, shook his head slightly, gently tidied his knotted beard in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"...But it's almost done. Minister Jenkins has aroused public anger. Except for the Death Eater, everyone is looking forward to her stepping down as soon as possible!

Secretary Jenkins has been undermined by Deputy Secretary Harold. Although Secretary Jenkins has not stepped down yet, Secretary Harold has begun to make his own voice.

Just yesterday morning, Deputy Minister Harold announced the addition of dementors to supplement the personnel against the Death Eaters and liberated the conditions for the use of some extreme spells by Aurors.

Overall, this Deputy Secretary Harold still has some ideas!”

"Ha? Dementor?"

With Dumbledore's explanation, Wang Xuebin and Professor McGonagall finally understood the reason why the Ministry of Magic sent the letter. They all looked at Dumbledore with question marks and asked strangely:

“...Dementor?

...Professor Dumbledore...What do you think about this?"

Seeing the two of them looking stranger, Dumbledore couldn't help but look down and check his clothes. He found that there was nothing wrong. He looked up at the two of them and asked curiously:

"What's wrong? Did I miss any interesting jokes?

I think...I think it's better to do it than not to do it, no matter what, it won't be worse, right?"

"Puchi..."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wang Xuebin couldn't help laughing, and shook his head while laughing:

"...will not be worse? That may not be..."