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Chapter 186 The first day at Hogwarts

"Mr. Sen Tang."

"We are pleased to inform you that your application to be a professor of Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been approved due to your great contribution to the British wizarding community. Arrive at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry before the [-]th of October, Dolores Umbridge, senior investigator and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, will be in charge of your interview."

"If you need to postpone the date due to unforeseen circumstances, please write to us in advance through owl."

"Addition: Based on your ignorance of the British wizarding world, I will send my assistant, Percy Weasley, to the Leaky Cauldron to meet you in the near future. Similarly, if you change your address, please write to us in advance through owl."

"Cornel Fudge."

"Minister of Magic."

"Medal of the Order of Merlin, First Class."

Tang Sen put down the letter paper in his hand and showed a satisfied smile.

It took only five days for Tang Sen to turn from a black household who entered the country illegally to a so-called person who had made great contributions to the British magic community.

Facts have proved that the British Ministry of Magic is quite efficient in certain matters, such as accepting political donations. What Townsend did was very simple. He found the address of the official of the Ministry of Magic, bought an owl, and wrote a letter Letter, enclose a gift.

Tang Sen is familiar with this kind of thing.

He still remembered the face of the Ministry of Magic commissioner who came to investigate yesterday when he left with a smile on his face. Under the attack of a big bag of bulging gold Galleons, the other party didn't even try to verify whether Tang Sen knew divination.
Anyway, this is not important. For the Ministry of Magic, it can collect money and weaken Dumbledore's control over Hogwarts. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

They don't care why this wizard from the East has so many Galleons, that's what the goblin should care about.

Galleons, as the magical currency minted by goblins, have been circulating in the magic world for thousands of years. No one knows how many Galleon reserves are hidden in which family. The treasury of Lord Guling in London alone may Hiding enough Galleons to fill the entire Diagon Alley.

Nobody likes a leprechaun.

Putting down the letter from the Minister of Magic, Townsend unwrapped the sealing wax of the next letter.

"Dear Mr. Sen Tang."

"I have carefully considered the cooperation you proposed. I think it will be of great benefit to the work of the Ministry of Magic and the safety of the entire British magical community."

"The Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts is happy to entrust you with the aftermath of those difficult and extremely dangerous magical animals. Please inform the department of the specific delivery address as soon as possible."

"Pearson Morcles."

"Director of the Department of Regulatory and Control of Magical Creatures."

"Medal of the Order of Merlin, Second Class."

The tone of the letter from the Director of the Department of Supervision and Control of Magical Beasts was obviously more cordial. After all, compared to Minister Fudge, Townsend spent more money on him.

"It seems that we are ready to start our trip to Hogwarts."

In the past few days, Tang Sen has been trying to learn the spells in the magic book. The progress cannot be said to be rapid, but it has been fruitless. On the contrary, Smaug has learned vocabulary and observed the conversations of the guests in the Leaky Cauldron. Can say a few simple English.

The abilities granted by the audience sequence are really gifted in terms of learning languages.

In the afternoon, Percy Weasley, a commissioner from the Ministry of Magic, came to the Leaky Cauldron. At this time, Townsend was sitting at the bar, listening to old Tom talking endlessly about various gossip about the wizarding world.

"Oh, little Weasley." He obviously didn't like to see the commissioner of the Ministry of Magic very much. He raised his head slightly and looked at people through his nostrils: "I heard that you severed ties with the Weasley family in order to get promoted?"

Tang Sen then looked over. The assistant minister of the Ministry of Magic had short, well-groomed red hair, was tall and thin, and was well-dressed.

He pretended not to hear Old Tom's ridicule, walked up to Townsend, and said, "Mr. Tang, I'm Percy Weasley, Assistant Minister of Magic. Minister Fudge asked me to meet you."

"Huh?" Old Tom opened his mouth wide: "Don, did I hear you right, when did you get involved with Fudge?"

Naturally, Tang Sen didn't share his operation with Old Tom in the past few days, and he won't now. He just smiled and said, "I'm a fortune teller, Mr. Tom."

"A fortuneteller is respected everywhere. Obviously, the Minister of Magic contacted me earlier than Headmaster Dumbledore."

"But—" Old Tom wanted to say something, but he looked at Percy Weasley, swallowed what he wanted to say, and said, "Okay, so you're going to do a fortune-telling for Fudge?"

"Of course not." Tang Sen stood up and gently placed two Galleons on the bar. "Today's pie is still delicious. I hope to have a chance to taste it again in the future."

He buttoned up his suit, put on his delicate top hat, and straightened out the creases in his clothes.

"Actually, I have to go to Hogwarts, I have an interview."

He smiled at Old Tom, "As I said, I plan to become the professor of divination at Hogwarts."

"Of course I know that I thought you had to wait until the next school year, when Dumbledore would meet you." Old Tom stammered as he looked at the well-dressed, upright, and calm-looking oriental man in front of him. Said, "How did you do it?"

"A fortuneteller always has a solution."

Townsend turned around, "Mr. Weasley, thank you for coming to pick me up, we can set off now."

"You can call me Percy, Mr. Tang." Percy Weasley nodded politely, and said, "I have applied for permission to use the Floo Network leading to Hogwarts, we can directly pass Fireplace to Deputy Umbridge's office. Well, at Hogwarts we call her Professor Umbridge more properly."

Based on the fact that Tangsen came from the East, which had little communication with Britain and even the European Ministry of Magic, Percy Weasley even explained to Tangsen how to use Floo powder—

Stand in the fireplace, grab a handful of Floo powder, clearly name the destination, and sprinkle the Floo powder on it.

This is a magical magic prop. To be honest, many spells and magic props in this world are extremely magical, involving space, time, even life and soul, but the fighting power of wizards seems unimaginative.

At least one thing in the witch's diary is correct. Wizards seldom study the essence of magic in depth, and are used to using ready-made and mature spells.

I know it, I don't know why.

"Hogwarts!"

Tang Sen clearly read his destination, and then sprinkled Floo powder on his feet.

Green flames ignited from under his feet, and Tang Sen felt his belly button pulling his whole body up, and the space was distorted, accompanied by extreme discomfort, like a roller coaster-like illusion.

He tried his best to stabilize the uncomfortable feeling, and after a moment, he felt that the environment around him had changed.

I was still standing in the fireplace, and in front of me was a room full of flowers and branches.

Please forgive Tang Sen who can only describe this room with the word ostentatious. Whether it is a desk, a cabinet or a chair, everything is covered with lacy covers and tablecloths, which reveal an uncomfortable pink color.

And the wall is covered with decorative plates, each plate has a big cat with bright colors, different bows are hung on their necks, and pairs of vertical eyes are staring at it come over.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tang."

A shrill voice sounded from the side, allowing Tang Sen to finally struggle to get his sight out of the plates. He maintained a calm posture, walked out of the fireplace, and saw a woman sitting behind the desk.

She was wearing a fiery red and dazzling printed gown, and she was short and fat, with a pink bow on her head.

Damn it, Tang Sen agrees with Old Tom's words very much now, describing this man as a toad is an insult to those lovely pets!
"I'm worried about the next professor of Divination. You should have heard that I've planned to drive that liar Trelawney out of Hogwarts. Obviously everyone knows that she is wasting the resources of the Ministry of Magic. .”

She stood up, walked in front of Tang Sen with small steps, raised her head, with a smile on her face: "Minister Fudge met with me personally, and highly praised your achievements in divination. His choice There is never a mistake, and I am sure we will have a good time together in the future."

She stretched out her hand and said:

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, Senior Hogwarts Investigator and Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Of course, you can just call me by my first name, Dolores."

　In the last hour, the monthly ticket is still 60 tickets short of [-].
　
(End of this chapter)