The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Have they met somewhere?"

It's hard to believe that that cliched bar pick-up could come from a girl like that.

Xing Ze searched around in his memory, then showed a friendly smile and affirmed: "He thinks you have remembered it wrong, miss."

"Oh, okay." She scratched her head with her leg, looking a little confused, "Does he always have trouble remembering people? Am I here for the interview too?"

"I guess so."

As if he didn't hear Xing Ze's answer, the familiar girl patted her heart and said, "He has been preparing for this for two years. Oh, I'm sorry. They say that interviews are more challenging than written tests."

Xing Ze noticed that her body was shaking slightly. He remembered that when he was waiting for the interview, the situation was similar, and he was not so nervous to beg for his life.

After thinking for a while, he took out a plastic box from his briefcase, which he remembered had been cast a weather-in-a-bottle charm to preserve lemon popsicles.

"That might help me."

The girl blinked her eyes, "Oh, sir, he didn't mean that. He just said no, just no..." She lowered her head, her cheeks as red as September.

"Take it, miss." Xing Ze put the plastic box next to her, "It's not something to look down on, just a few popsicles. But he thinks Dumbledore will like it. At least it can make him notice me." ”

The girl still lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "Possicles? Master Dumbledore likes popsicles?"

"No." Xing Ze replied with a smile, "Who wouldn't like popsicles on such a hot day?" "

"then what do I do?"

"Him? Don't worry, miss, he has reasons they can't refuse."

The girl hesitated for a long time, then she walked into the interview room with the box. She thanked her repeatedly, and her lack of scheming made Xing Ze a little unbelievable.

Maybe she is the one who wants to buy TV shopping products, Xing Ze thought to himself. He leaned his back against the wall, then closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of the blue beak galloping in the sky.

Although Xing Ze can't see or hear, he can still feel the oncoming wind, the warm sunshine shining on him, and even smell the faint fragrance of thistles. The connection is like a kind of sensory sharing, and Just ask Xing Ze to think that the contact can be cut off at any time.

The interview ended very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the girl ran out carelessly. She looked so excited that she almost fell on the smooth floor.

"He passed." She whispered excitedly, "You are right, they like popsicles, especially Master Dumbledore, but Professor Snape doesn't like them very much. But he didn't let him pass. . Oh, how can he thank you, kind sir."

"Just a few popsicles, miss, there's no need to be so polite." Xing Ze opened with a faint smile.

More popsicles are a placebo, which can make people less nervous. In the past, the decisive role must not have been the girl herself, but the wrong party obviously didn't think so.

"That won't work. His father said that if you accept their kindness, you should repay them twice as much, otherwise you will be cursed."

There are too many cursed people in this world. Xing Ze stood up and said, "If you have the chance, let's treat him to a drink. Sorry, miss, he has to go in."

"Oh, of course." The girl stepped away and suddenly realized something. She quickly stretched out her leg to block Xing Ze's way, but her move was very rude. She blushed again, lowered her head and whispered softly: "Clara , his name is Clara Foy.”

"Xing Ze."

…

When Xing Ze entered, Dumbledore was leaning on the long-backed chair, his eyes slightly closed as if he was asleep.

Xing Ze walked in front of him, trying to be careful with his movements. There was a harsh friction sound when the chair crossed the marble floor.

Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked into the blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses. He smoothed his red hair and beard and asked in a murmur, "How long has he been asleep?"

"It didn't take long, principal." Xing Ze replied, "He came in less than five minutes ago."

"He's old." Dumbledore straightened up, "It's time for him to retire."

"You know how to joke, Headmaster."

"If a person is burdened with too many secrets." Dumbledore adjusted his walking posture, "Mr. Xing Ze, he will live in pain, at least not too happy, and he will yearn for a purer life."

Xing Ze nodded, "He agrees with your point of view, so he hopes to have a frank and open talk with you."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No? Before that, he has to thank me, Mr. ”

"Spare him, principal. You know it's not his fault alone."

"No, no, there are many train staff and enthusiastic passengers. They are equally worthy of appreciation, but they told him not to attend Mr. Price's funeral."

"Do you know Benson...oh no, Mr. Price?" Xing Zedong asked consciously.

"Of course I do." Dumbledore looked sad. "Whether he is a respectable fellow or not, they have different positions. He is under the orders of the Department of Mysteries and has been ordered to monitor Hogwarts. If he appears in his His funeral would probably damage his reputation."

Hearing that, Xing Ze's back felt cold. No, he should have known. There was nothing he could hide from the legendary wizard, even if he was trapped in Hogwarts and seemed to know nothing about it.

Xing Ze began to feel lucky that he was not trying to be clever. He came here with the intention of seeking an alliance with Dumbledore. As for the Department of Mysteries, he had another excuse.

"So, Mr. Xingze, what is the mission given to me by the Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore's voice fell silent, and Xing Ze secretly exhaled and said: "You will be a lecturer for three years. The specific position will be determined by you."

The sharp gaze from his blue eyes looked back and forth at Xing Ze, and the invisible pressure made him feel like he was walking on pins and needles.

After a while, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and said with a little disappointment: "He thought I would come to be honest with you, Mr. Xing Ze, maybe he understood it wrong."

"No, you understood correctly." Xing Ze raised his head and met that powerful gaze, "His only purpose in coming to Hogwarts is to be a lecturer."

The blue eyes turned away, and the corners of Dumbledore's mouth slightly raised, "Very good, very good, Mr. Xing Ze, then what subject am I good at?"

"Just ask for Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons."

"Okay, let him take a look." The old wizard picked up a parchment scroll on the table, "Charms, it's full. Potions, it's full... How about Muggle Studies? Caredi... Professor Bubaji just needs a helping hand."

"No problem." Xing Ze agreed to Donglai, but after thinking about it carefully, that class seemed to be very dangerous. Charity Bubbaji was brutally killed by Voldemort, and even the body was eaten by Nagini. Lord.

Damn it, it's a foregone conclusion. If you change your words now, you will lose value in Dumbledore's mind.

"So, when will he start taking classes?"

"Oh, on the 4th, the joint inspection meeting between the church and the Ministry of Magic will end tomorrow. The school will start normal classes on the 4th. Of course, I have to ask Professor Bubaji for the specific course schedule, if she is the director of that class..."

Having said that, Professor Dumbledore calmed down, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and continued: "Don't worry, Mr. Xing Ze. As far as he knows, few students will choose that course. I have a lot of students." It’s time to do your own thing.”

"Thank you for your consideration, principal." Xing Ze thanked him and stood up to leave.

"Oh, wrong, thank you very much for my lemon popsicles." Dumbledore winked at him, "If there is a chance, he would like me to bring a few mojitos with lime flavor, then No, he is the most ruthless.”

"What do you think..." Xing Ze swallowed the question back, "Of course, Dongci will pay attention to it."