Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 Auror Office Deputy Director
The day after the start of the new school year is the weekend.

The little wizards were all cheering in their common rooms, discussing what they had learned during the summer vacation with great interest.

night.

The Three Broomsticks Bar.

"In view of the comprehensive performance in the past five years, it is now proposed to designate Brayden Smith as the deputy director of the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic."

Beside the bar, Braden poured all the flame whiskey in the glass into his stomach.

"Go on," Hardy Ollivander was waving his new wand on the other side, isolating their conversation from the outside world.

Waving the glittering golden greeting card in his hand, Braden hiccupped and glanced curiously at the delicate wand in his hand, "Of course, I'm just too excited, my dearest Professor Ollivander. "

He continued to read the contents of the greeting card, "Through the approval of the ministry meeting of the Ministry of Magic, the current Auror Brayden Smith is invited to attend the appointment ceremony at the Ministry on September 9."

"I believe that your father will also be sincerely proud of you." Braden read out the name of "Cornelli Fudge" where the signature was signed.

Then, like a lynx whose tail was stepped on, he jumped up high: "Merlin, September 9th? Did I read that correctly? The appointment ceremony has been postponed for 14 days!"

"That doesn't quite match what I've heard from Rufus Scrimgeour!"

After drinking the butter beer in his hand, Hardy leaned lazily on the bar counter, "There is an old saying in the East that good things take time, my buddy."

With a wave of the wand, the empty wine glass disappeared with a snap, and then appeared in front of Ms. Rosmerta with a rose in it.

She was finishing a wonderful tap dance amidst the applause of a large group of old wizards, just happened to take a rose in her mouth, and elegantly raised her skirt to salute everyone.

Despite being in her 40s, Ms Rosmerta exudes a girlish energy.

Exquisite makeup, rosy lips, even though there are crow's feet around the corners of the eyes, but the slender waist and slender legs make her reveal a touch of charm.

"Professor Ollivander, only you would ask for a refill with a bright rose."

Taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her slender neck, Ms. Rosmerta brought over a full glass of butterbeer.

"I invite you to take this cup. I hope I can spend a wonderful afternoon here." Ms. Rosmerta smiled and turned around: "I heard the little wizards talking about it! Those missing wizards."

"You found the Illuminati and sent those damn villains to Azkaban."

"That's right, who would have thought of that?" Envious of Hardy, who enjoyed special treatment, Braden, who had to pay the bill, could only fish out a few silver Sikas from his dirty windbreaker pocket and put them on the bar.

He looked at the "Daily Prophet" in the hands of an old wizard, on which was a headline on the front page, "Auror's office solves another major case, and all members of the illegal organization Illuminati have been arrested."

It was precisely because of the successful arrest of all members of the Illuminati that Braden had the opportunity to stand out from a group of Aurors and get the position of deputy director of the office.

But he was quite clear in his heart that all these achievements were inseparable from the handsome wizard sitting opposite him at the moment.

"Hardy, your new wand is definitely the most unique in the whole of Britain!" Braden praised heartily.

Slender fingers caressed the exquisitely carved lightning wooden wand, Hardy smiled and said, "Maybe, thanks to Principal Dumbledore's rich collection."

And the brilliant wand-making magic of the elves' forging boxes... he added in his mind.

"Oh, yes, lightning strike wood, the magic wood from the East?"

Seeing Hardy nodding his head, Braden said with longing: "If there is a chance, I hope that the next time I travel, there will be the destination."

"So how are you preparing for your trip to Hawaii?" Hardy looked at the other party with interest.

He got good news——

Braden Smith is married.

At a young age, he finally met a blonde girl on his 31st birthday.

Although the other party is a Muggle, he has precious qualities that ordinary people can't match.

For example, rich, especially rich.

"So what if she's just an ordinary Muggle with 39 private manors?" When talking about his new wife, Braden's face was full of happiness: "I love her."

"Even if I can only live a miserable life where the use of magic is prohibited and I travel by private jet, I will not hesitate."

"so--"

Braden, who was still in good spirits just now, suddenly looked like a pumpkin that was smashed by Hagrid, and said with a sad face: "You have to help me, Hardy."

"I don't quite understand." Hardy looked confused.

"The appointment ceremony of the Deputy Director of the Auror Office has been postponed, Merlin, but I have to fly to Hawaii for my honeymoon on September 9th."

He looked at Hardy with pleading eyes: "The honeymoon trip has been postponed three times before, and it must not be changed this time, or I will die, at the hands of my Muggle wife."

Braden, who had a happy face just now, looked horrified: "I said, right, she is more frightening to me than the mysterious man when she gets angry."

"It's okay, I'm fine, you don't have to worry... When she said these words, maybe the next second, my wand will be broken and thrown into the fireplace, maybe... and me..."

Hardy pursed his lips.

He glanced at the half-exposed photo of Braden's windbreaker pocket.

The majestic lady inside is sitting on the unconscious cougar, showing off her explosive biceps.

Hardy had every reason to believe that if he dared to postpone the honeymoon trip again in order to participate in the inauguration ceremony, his life would really be in danger.

"I can't get the Ministry to change the time of your Inauguration," Hardy said. "I'm just a professor of alchemy at Hogwarts."

"Don't worry, Hardy," Braden glanced around, then bent down, "I have a better way, all I need is a small bottle of Polyjuice Potion."

……

On November 9th.

In an unknown dirty street in London, England, a burly 30-year-old man suddenly appeared.

He was wearing a brand new windbreaker that had been tidied up, touched his chin that had just been repaired, and was looking at himself in the cabinet window with some discomfort.

"hope everything is fine."

Near the lone red phone booth, Hardy, disguised as Braden Smith, cleared his throat, trying to make his voice as rough as possible.

"Ahem, hello, I'm Braden Smith."

After confirming that it was correct, Hardy opened the glass door of the red phone booth, came to the phone, raised his finger and dialed the five numbers of 62440.

A piercing bell rang in the tattered red telephone booth. Hardy picked up the receiver, just in time to hear the voice of a witch coming from all directions and even mid-air.

"Hello, what's the matter?" There was a little impatience in the other party's tone.

"I'm Braden, Braden Smith, the Auror in the Ministry, you should have heard my name, today there is an inauguration ceremony for the Deputy Director of the Auror Office in the Ministry..."

"My God, Mr. Smith, are you wasting my time?" The witch on the other end became more and more impatient.

"The red phone booth is the gateway for outside visitors, why don't you flush yourself down from the public restroom, it's so convenient!"

Hardy listened to the sound of the other party almost growling, and moved the phone receiver away, although it was of no use.

The voice of the other party is everywhere, which is a very special kind of magic.

"Sorry, I have to explain, I don't know what bad things those Muggles ate, and they are all crowded there at the moment."

Hardy said: "Trust me, when you see the yellow spots all over the wall in the cubicle from a distance, you will also want to leave immediately."

"yue~"

Hardy faintly heard vomiting on the other end.

After a brief silence, the witch's voice sounded again: "Help me, stop talking about this topic."

With the soft sound of "Ding Dong", a silver badge with the name and reason for visiting was spit out from the phone.

After Hardy put it on, the entire dilapidated red telephone booth suddenly trembled violently, and then quickly fell towards the bottomless underground at an extremely fast speed.

(End of this chapter)