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Chapter 185 The Scene of Grass Growing in the Sea of ​​Consciousness

"You want to teach at Hogwarts?"

Professor Flitwick showed a surprised expression, and said, "Don, although I appreciate your idea, it's probably not a simple matter."

"This requires a certain social status and fame." Old Tom interjected: "Hogwarts professors are not something ordinary people can do, at least they must have some well-known works and some well-known honors—— Like the crest of the Order of Merlin, for example."

"Of course, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the requirements for this position have been getting lower and lower in recent years"

Professor Flitwick glared at Old Tom and interrupted him: "Dumbledore's requirements for this position have never been lowered, but because of some bad rumors, many wizards are unwilling to take up the position."

He took a deep breath and said, "In short, if you really want to, I can help you get in touch with Principal Dumbledore. If he is satisfied with you, he may let you have a try in the next school year." .Of course, as I said before, he's been busy lately."

"Besides, I heard some gossip." Old Tom couldn't help interjecting again: "Dumbledore seems to have communicated with the centaur. Everyone knows that the centaur has a hand in astrology divination. It's hard not to let it go." People speculated that Dumbledore wanted centaurs to take Trelawney's divination lessons"

Professor Flitwick frowned, and said, "Where did you hear the news?"

"Hagrid is a frequent visitor here." Old Tom squeezed his eyes: "Hagrid's mouth is always very strict, as long as he's not drinking."

"To be honest, I think Tang is more suitable to be a divination professor than a centaur. If I have a child, I wouldn't want him to follow the centaur to learn those things that talk about gods and gods."

"Old Tom!" Flitwick raised his voice and said displeasedly, "This is an internal matter of Hogwarts."

"Of course, of course." Old Tom shrank his neck: "I'm just chatting about the centaur, so let's go. Anyway, no one can change Dumbledore's decision, can they?"

He quickly poured a glass of butterbeer and pushed it in front of Flitwick.

Flitwick quickly drank the butterbeer in one gulp, hiccupped, and finally looked good.

"Have another drink?" Old Tom said with a smile.

"I have to hurry back to Hogwarts." Flitwick passed out two silver Sickles, looked at Townsend again, and said, "England welcomes you, a fortuneteller from the East, maybe we will have a chance to work together in the future , Merry Christmas anyway.”

Then he jumped off the bar stool, walked to the fireplace with the owl in his arms, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and disappeared into the fireplace with the green flames.

"He's not in a very good mood." Old Tom put away the silver Sickles on the table, and said casually, "He's usually not so irritable, at least he needs to drink two more glasses. This is obviously influenced by Umbridge. Impact."

"Don't be discouraged, Don. Since Flitwick said he would tell Dumbledore your request, he will definitely do it. I can guarantee that Dumbledore will hire you. You have magical divination skills."

"I hope so." Tang Sen just smiled, and then silently dealt with the fried fish and potato pies on the table.

Hired by Dumbledore?
Tang Sen didn't have the confidence.

Obviously, he didn't really apply for the job for the future of the little wizards in England, but for a darker idea, and he was not sure that Dumbledore would not see the clue.

Moreover, I don't know magic at all.

Fortunately, there is not only one way in the world. Obviously, the current Ministry of Magic hopes to weaken Dumbledore's influence in Hogwarts as much as possible. , whether it is Umbridge or Minister Fudge, I am afraid that they would prefer to arrange someone who has nothing to do with Dumbledore.

For example, a soothsayer from the East who is very friendly to the Ministry of Magic.

"It just so happens that I'm pretty good at expressing friendliness."

Tang Sen finished his dinner quickly, and asked casually, "How do I get to Diagon Alley? You know, this is my first time in London."

"It's at the back door, and you can open the door to Diagon Alley by knocking on the fixed brick." Old Tom said without hesitation, "But I'm afraid it's too late now."

"Tomorrow, of course." Tang Sen stood up and said with a smile, "Now I should go and see the room."

He paused and said, "By the way, the pie is delicious, can you make another one for me? I hope to enjoy it slowly in the room."

"Of course." Old Tom found a portable kerosene lamp from under the counter, and led Tang Sen up the creaking stairs. Tang Sen noticed that there were many portraits hanging on the walls of the stairs. All kinds of people looked at themselves curiously.

"Oh, an Oriental, that's rare."

"Come here, sweetheart, chat with me~"

Messy voices came from the portrait, and Tang Sen felt like a giant panda being watched in a zoo.

"Don't worry about them," said old Tom. "These guys hanging on the wall are only a little bit of fun."

After walking down the narrow and dark stairs, the two came to an old door. Old Tom took out a black key and opened the door, saying: "You are very lucky, today you are the only resident , I don’t lack anything here, but the sound insulation is a bit poor. Of course, the guests can cast spells to block the noise.”

After speaking, he took out his wand and flicked it casually twice, and the kerosene lamp in the room lit up.

Tang Sen walked into the guest room. This is a typical medieval inn style. Of course it is not comfortable, but at least it is clean, and there is a relatively convenient toilet. The kind that can automatically flush.

"I'll bring your pie right away." Old Tom said sweetly, "Of course, a cup of hot milk is also included, which will help you sleep."

I don't know if it was for the sake of Jin Jialong or the previous divination, but his speed was indeed very fast. After a few minutes, what Tang Sen needed was delivered to the room.

After confirming that Old Tom was far away, Tang Sen put down the leather suitcase in his hand, and then took out a gold coin.

"Someone is watching me."

Say it silently seven times, flip the gold coin, and the result is tails.

Only then did Tang Sen open the suitcase, and with the light of the kerosene lamp, the space inside the suitcase was illuminated a little.

The little girl was curled up on the small pink bed, and she only moved slightly when she heard the movement, without looking up. Beside her, there was a large pile of books and materials that Tang Sen brought out from the fifth floor of the tower.

Tang Sen didn't speak, and turned into the space of the suitcase, and put the pie and potatoes beside her bed.

Before Smaug learned the language of this world, Townsend didn't intend to let the little girl appear in the sight of everyone. This magic nuclear bomb would make him a target of public criticism.

Fortunately, this little girl's tolerance for loneliness and darkness is ridiculous.

Compared with the previous life of the other party, this suitcase where no one disturbs and no one tortures her is already a paradise.

Tang Sen rummaged through the books and left the suitcase with a thick hardcover book.

"Standard Spells".

Among most of the witches' collections, this is one of the few relatively basic magical knowledge, and many elementary spells are recorded on it.

Townsend looked carefully at the incantations and gestures of the first spell, and then took out a wand.

The witch's one, of course.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Tang Sen waved his wand according to the movements described in the book: one wave, one shake.

Then it was obvious that the feather used as an experiment in front of him didn't move at all.

Tang Sen frowned, tried several times, and finally put down his wand.

"The Extraordinary characteristics of the magical blood in my body are too weak, and, just looking at the book, I can't confirm whether the speed of my chanting and the movement of my staff are correct."

"Magic is still difficult to learn by yourself. It's best to have a reference."

"Of course, I may also need a suitable wand."

These things have to be done step by step. Learning is never something that can be done quickly. After all, Tang Sen has experienced the student days when thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge. He doesn't think that he can't understand magic in three years.

Thinking of this, Tang Sen's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the pitch-black space, a gigantic dragon was lying on the ground in a very unforgiving posture, staring at its own golden pupils, and trying hard to look at the light curtain in front of it.

On the light curtain are English and Chinese, translated by Tang Sen himself.

The voice of the unrequited dragon's chant echoes in the space constantly:
"abandon."

"Give up, give up"

"abandon"

Townsend: "."

(End of this chapter)