People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 195 Snape, Make an Offer

When Townsend followed Dumbledore's footsteps to the auditorium, the entire auditorium was already packed with people.

Although the auditorium is indeed the busiest place in Hogwarts Castle at noon, the students who usually come to eat just leave after eating and don't stay too much, and those teachers are more willing to stay in their offices. dine.

But at this time, not only the students, but even the teachers of Hogwarts were almost here.

Townsend could see Professor Flitwick sitting on a high chair that was obviously higher than the other chairs, and greeted himself with a smile. Beside him was Professor McGonagall, who was sitting upright, and beside him was a A middle-aged wizard with gloomy temperament and greasy hair.

The current Head of Slytherin, Professor of Potions, and Professor Snape.

Tang Sen couldn't help but sized up the other party's eyes, which attracted the other party's attention, so he looked back with those indifferent eyes.

Tang Sen smiled and nodded, and under the guidance of Dumbledore, he sat next to Professor Flitwick. It is worth mentioning that there was another huge man with an unreasonable figure beside him. The perception of taking care of other people can only be a man sitting on a low stool.

"Hello, Professor Tang." The giant raised his hand enthusiastically. Because his face was full of lush beards, Tang Sen could only see the other's shining eyes.

"Hello, Professor Hagrid." Townsend responded politely.

"Ahaha—you know my name—" Hagrid seemed a little happy, wiped his palm-like hand on his clothes, and stretched out towards Tang Sen: "You can call me Hagrid, I'm not used to others Call me Professor."

Tang Sen held one of his fingers, shook it, and symbolically completed the handshake ceremony.

"I didn't expect you to join Hogwarts in this way." Professor Flitwick also shook hands with Townsend, "It's been less than a week since you proposed to become a divination professor? Now you have Sit next to me."

The charms professor with the blood of the goblin said with a sigh: "I remember I reminded you that the situation at Hogwarts this year is very complicated, but now it seems that you are very good at handling this situation."

"I just don't want to wait too long." Tang Sen said with a smile: "For a fortuneteller, it is instinct to choose the future that is most beneficial to them from the long river of time."

"Pure divination can't make the Minister of Magic approve a stranger's application." Professor Flitwick pointed out the key point, but he didn't pester him. Instead, he smiled friendly and said, "Anyway, Hogg Woz welcomes you."

Dumbledore walked to the podium in the auditorium, and the metal owl, which had been cured with a loud voice spell, spread its wings, and he clapped his hands, making the auditorium quiet.

"I think everyone should already know." His voice echoed in the auditorium, "We will welcome a new divination professor today."

There was an eruption of cheers from the students, especially the fifth graders, who rose to their feet and even waved pointed wizard hats.

"Professor Firenze and Professor Tang have finished their first open class at Hogwarts this morning, and the fifth grade students who participated in the open class have already voted for what they think is the most appropriate. "

Dumbledore raised an envelope and said, "Now the result of the vote is in my hands."

He didn't make any secrets. Obviously, when the result is already well known, there is no point in making secrets, so he opened the envelope cleanly and read out:
"After the votes of the students, we are very happy to decide that Mr. Sen Tang will be the professor of divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

There was even more excited applause from the audience.

Townsend stood up under Dumbledore's signal, and nodded slightly towards the students.

"Of course, besides Professor Tang, I will announce another decision." Contrary to everyone's expectations, Dumbledore continued: "Professor Firenze will temporarily live next to the Black Lake to conduct academic research on astrology , students who are interested in astrology can communicate with Professor Firenze."

Obviously, most of the students were not interested in the news, but Umbridge, who had been sitting aside with a smile and a proud face, suddenly stood up.

"I disagree!"

She stepped forward aggressively and screamed: "He has already lost, so he should be driven back to the jungle that should belong to him! Hogwarts must not be the residence of wild beasts!"

"Professor Umbridge." Dumbledore obviously expected Umbridge's reaction, he just stared at her with those deep and calm eyes until she was covered with hairs, and then said: "First of all, I It needs to be emphasized that the centaurs are not beasts, they are extremely intelligent, and secondly, you have no right to interfere with who I let stay at Hogwarts."

Umbridge was trembling with anger, and said angrily, "Dumbledore, you will regret it!"

"I am the Headmaster, Professor Umbridge."

Dumbledore said very gracefully: "Also, please call me Professor Dumbledore."

This farce obviously added a lot of jokes to the students. They didn't care if there was a centaur living by the Black Lake. Anyway, whether it was the Forbidden Forest or the Black Lake, there were enough strange creatures living there. too much.

Only Harry Potter cares about this, and he is so happy that not only can he have a real fortune teller as a teacher, but also his friend, Mr. Firenze the centaur, will not be driven away, and Umri Qi was humiliated in front of the whole school. For him, this was simply the best day of the semester.

Such a good mood made him still smile when teaching the students Defense Against the Dark Arts.

That's right, the boy who lived, Mr. Harry Potter, the savior, has another identity this semester, teaching some students who are willing to believe in him some spells and knowledge to defend against dark wizards.

This is due to Umbridge's abysmal education, and the pressure of Harry's claim that Voldemort has returned, so some students are willing to pin their hopes on Harry - Harry himself enjoys this feeling .

Although he is only a fifth-grade student, no one can deny that he has experienced too many dangerous things, such as repelling Voldemort's remnant soul, beheading a basilisk, and even winning the Triwizard Tournament. champion.

Clearly, Umbridge had been trying to catch the offending student body and try to use it to attack Dumbledore's authority, but the students were cautious and the class was chosen to take place in the Room of Requirement - a mysterious, The Chamber of Secrets that few people know about, so Umbridge has never been successful.

These Hogwarts trifles have nothing to do with Tang Sen for the time being. During lunch time, he just tasted some desserts. It has to be said that the Hogwarts elves have good craftsmanship, but he still restrained his desire.

For Tang Sen, it was a great waste to use his stomach to hold such a thing with no extraordinary characteristics.

He has always had self-control, for safety, he can endure the torture of the Aztec gold coin curse for several years, and in order to become stronger, he can also endure day after day, let the stomach work at full capacity, stuffed with magical animals Day of flesh and blood.

To this end, he even had the elves at the Leaky Cauldron make jerky so that he could eat it anytime outside of his meals.

However, there was also a small problem.

"Constipation tastes really bad."

Tang Sen walked out of the bathroom with sloppy footsteps, "Maybe I need to go to a pharmacy to buy some laxatives. Hell, do I need to worry about this kind of problem even if I become an extraordinary person?"

"Long-term use of laxatives is not a good idea"

The students on both sides kept greeting Tang Sen, and Tang Sen had to maintain a decent posture and respond with a smile.

The office that Dumbledore arranged for him was on the second floor of the castle, in a clean corridor with no classrooms in common use. Townsend was glad that he didn't have to deal with students anymore. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a door on the right was pushed open. Open, a figure came out.

The other party is wearing a black robe, has the iconic greasy long hair, and has a cold demeanor.

"Professor Snape." Townsend stopped in his tracks.

Snape nodded, even if he had greeted him, he seemed obviously not interested in talking, and walked straight to the other side of the corridor.

"Wait!" Tang Sen stopped him, "If I remember correctly, you are the professor of Potions, right?"

Snape turned back, frowning.

"Professor Tang, if you want to chat with someone, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person." He said stiffly, "I'm not interested in divination. I'm going to prepare materials for class now."

No, he doesn't seem to be interested in divination, and his eyes almost reveal a look of disgust.

Townsend knew the source of the other party's dislike.

Snape hated Trelawney, hated the prophecy she made more than ten years ago, that prophecy made him lose something very important, and now, this loathing also affected Townsend.

Also, Snape didn't seem like a very communicative person.

So, Tang Sen said straight to the point: "Actually, I have something to ask you for help."

"Do fortune tellers still need other people's help?" Snape moved his face sideways, as if he was sneering, "Your deeds have been spread all over the world, and even I thought the new divination professor was omnipotent."

"I don't dare to claim to be omnipotent." Tang Sen said, "I'm just able to see some of the future. Cough, what I want to ask is, you must know a lot about Potions, right?"

These words caught Snape's expressionless eyes.

He didn't even bother to respond.

"Okay." Tang Sen suppressed his embarrassment, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible: "Is there a potion that can strengthen digestion?"

"You're wasting my time." Snape turned and left, "For stomach problems, please go to Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital, Mr. Fortune Teller, potions are not the ridiculous things you imagine."

"I'm willing to pay the corresponding price." Tang Sen stopped him and said, "I think only potion can achieve the effect I need, and you are the best potion master I can find."

This flattery made Snape stop again, but he didn't turn around, but said coldly: "Professor Tang, you said a pertinent sentence, but I'm not short of money, and I'm not going to sell my magic medicine."

"Everything in the world has a price." Tang Sen habitually uttered his motto.

"And my price, I'm afraid you can't refuse—"

"I refuse." Snape was no longer bothered to waste time with Townsend, the hem of his black robe was rattling, and his steps were fast.

Tang Sen didn't catch up, but just stood there and said three words.

"Resurrection stone."

(End of this chapter)