Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 158 The Rich Man's World
Hardy's appearance also caught Charlie Rozier's attention.

He froze when he was about to board the car, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face.

"wizard?!"

A voice that couldn't tell whether it was fear or other emotions came out of his throat.

He even subconsciously put his hand behind the door of an old Ford.

According to Hardy's judgment, maybe a Lee Enfield rifle with good lethality is hidden there.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose to raise the letter in his hand immediately.

"Professor Charlie Rozier, Mad Grant asked me to come see you."

Hearing Mad Grant's name from Hardy's mouth, Charlie's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Ah, aha, it turned out to be you, I didn't expect him to let such a young man, ah, well," Charlie's lips trembled, "You look like a student at the University of Manchester."

Raising his wand to calm down the other party's emotions, Hardy smiled slightly, "Let me introduce formally, I am Hardy Ollivander, and I am currently the professor of alchemy at Hogwarts."

Charlie's shriveled palm left the car door completely, he took an incredible step forward, raised his hand and pointed at the young man with an expression, "Professor from Hogwarts?"

Hardy gracefully raised his wand and saluted the other party, "Nice to meet you."

He looked up and looked curiously at the huge air-raid shelter in front of him, "Who would have thought that such a thing would be quietly built underground under the University of Manchester."

Coughing a few times in embarrassment, Charlie sneered and said, "Ah, it's purely helpless, you have magic, but I only have—"

"money."

His deep-set eye sockets revealed a sincere look.

Hardy: "..."

"What's the use of this place?" he asked.

Charlie said, "It's convenient for me to commute to get off work."

Hardy: "..."

He found that he didn't quite understand the brain circuits of rich people.

After reading the recommendation letter in Hardy's hand, Charlie finally completely dispelled his worries about the true identity of the young man in front of him.

He tidied up his gray linen sweater with suit pants, and then solemnly invited Hardy to board the old Ford car not far away.

"Mr. Ollivander, this tunnel leads directly to my estate, and I warmly welcome you as a guest."

"my pleasure."

Hardy waved his wand, turning his jeans and T-shirt into a more formal attire, and then sat in the old Ford car with Charlie.

Along the way, Charlie tells Hardy a lot about himself.

He found that the short old man in front of him was not as serious and rigid as in the legend, especially when talking about history and cultural relics.

"It seems that the old guy Grant still understands me, at least the people he sent have a certain personal insight into culture and art."

Charlie shook his head annoyedly, "Look at my Muggle children, they are all thinking about my money and collection."

"Honestly, being the only one among a bunch of Muggles who knows about magic and wizarding exists, and suffering from the strict requirements of the Secrecy Act, I don't have a good day."

Facing Hardy, Charlie began to pour out his bitterness.

"Muggle members in the family are also subject to the "Secrecy Act"?" Hardy was a little surprised.

You know, his student Hermione Granger, whose parents are all Muggles, but they are quite aware of the existence of magic and wizards.

"Ha, of course, I belong to Rozier after all," Charlie said with self-mockery on his withered face, "Those arrogant Ministry of Magic officials always think that my family members don't need to know the existence of the British wizarding world."

"Yeah, yeah, who made me a Squib?"

Amidst Charlie's discontent, the old-fashioned Ford car driving at a constant speed gradually stopped.

When getting out of the car, Hardy noticed that the driver of the car seemed to be a middle-aged man with severe hearing impairment.

"Don't worry, his ears are pretty useless," Charlie stomped. "I took a lot of care to make sure of that."

Led by Charlie, Hardy stepped up an extremely long staircase.

The steps were built wide enough for twenty people to walk side by side.

In the huge underground space, only the footsteps of Charlie and Hardy are overlapping and echoing, which is particularly strange.

After walking along the steps for nearly 5 minutes, a slanted door appeared at the end of the field of vision.

When they just approached, there were already two bald men in suits waiting early, and then quietly opened the slanted door completely.

After walking through the gate, Hardy found himself in the garden of a private estate, and they walked out from the center of the fountain carved with the statues of European gods.

"Call everyone into the reception hall. There are important guests." Charlie ordered with a sullen face to an old butler with gray temples.

10 minute later.

On the third floor of the manor, in a resplendent reception hall with a height of seven or eight meters, more than a dozen well-dressed figures gathered together lazily.

Charlie brought Hardy to the stands on the second floor of the hall. He looked down at the enjoyment-seeking family members below, and shook his head in annoyance.

"I should tell them to go out and experience the life of nomads." He muttered in a low voice, and then coughed loudly a few times.

"I would like to inform you of one thing. Hardy Ollivander, who is standing behind me, will be staying in our manor for a while."

"He's my distant relative, damn it, don't look at me so surprised," he snorted softly, "Although I'm old, I'm not old enough to tell you everything."

"Distant relatives? Where did the distant relatives come from?"

"Oh my God, how did I never know about this."

"He looks really handsome."

"Hey, will he participate in the division of the old guy's estate in the future?"

"Don't mutter down there!" Facing the discussion crowd below, Charlie said in a displeased voice, "God, if there is one of you guys who is motivated, my brows won't be as wrinkled as they are now .”

In just a few minutes, Hardy saw Charlie's poor family relationship.

The relationship between him and his family members is completely the way the company boss and low-level employees get along.

Hardy's appearance made Charlie's other family members extremely surprised, especially his three daughters and a young son.

They are all the heirs of Charlie's estate, and they all cast wary eyes on Hardy at this moment.

However, Charlie turned a blind eye to this. After notifying a group of people in the hall, he invited Hardy to his study.

"Leave them alone," Charlie waved his hands irritably, "their eyes will always be money, money, money!"

(End of this chapter)