Hogwarts Melon Eater

Mrs. Humbert became a potions professor in the first to third grades. Headmaster Dumbledore was very pleased with the addition of a new member to his team of professors. He stroked his beard and held a welcome dinner with a smile.

The protagonists of the banquet were the newly appointed Ms. Oliver Humbe and Jacob, a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, because Jacob missed the opening dinner.

You must know that the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is not easy to sit in. Most people can't stay for one semester, so they have to leave some good memories for these cheap professors, right?

Jacob sat tremblingly beside Professor Hong Bei, smiling stiffly, listening to Professor Hong Bei's voice that kept coming, \'Ah, that pervert who went to the women's bathroom at midnight is Jacob Kowal Skye? Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? tsk tsk...\'

Noticing Jacob's gaze, Humbe turned his head and greeted Jacob in a friendly manner, "Hello, Professor Kowalski."

It would be more friendly if she hadn't talked about perverts in her heart. Jacob smiled awkwardly and politely, "It was really a misunderstanding last time, Professor Hong Bei, just call me Jacob..."

"Of course I believe it was a misunderstanding," Mrs. Humbe nodded with a smile, "Professor Kowalski, but I think we should keep a certain distance," perverted.

"Yes... Of course..." Jacob scratched his head, turned his head, stared at the unknown strange food in front of him and smiled awkwardly.

"Enjoy the beautiful night!" Headmaster Dumbledore finished his speech and waved his hand to signal everyone to start the meal.

He saw that Professor Jacob was dazed at the burger, and thought it a little funny, "Hehe, Professor Jacob, I heard that the food at Hogwarts is not to your taste," Headmaster Dumbledore patted Jacob. shoulders, "so specifically for house-elves to think about American food..."

"Fresh \'Magic Kibble Burger\'!" Dumbledore solemnly introduced Jacob to the food in front of him.

"Made with the fattest boneless fish in the Black Lake, combined with British and American characteristics, the house elves also want to drizzle with salty soup sauce..."

"But I stopped it," Dumbledore blinked, "because I think this 'burger' is enough burgers, I hope you like it."

Fortunately, it was stopped, otherwise this thing can't be called a burger at all, although it doesn't look very much now, "It looks very good," Jacob nodded with a smile, thankfully not everyone is taking pictures. Read teacher.

"Hahahaha, I'm glad you like it," Dumbledore stroked his beard and forked a piece of cake. Yes, he didn't eat well at dinner, and Dalys knew it was time to talk.

Jacob looked at the kipper burger, which was obviously hard to swallow, with dark fillings and tickling purple sauce, and the lettuce next to the filling looked a little wilted...

Among the dishes that Jacob has seen, only the famous dish \'Looking up at the starry sky\' is comparable in darkness.

He swallowed and suddenly remembered what Snape had warned him on his first day at Hogwarts—

\'I hope you have a good time at your post, but you'd better be careful not to have any accident at school...\'

Jacob glanced at the black bat that was eating gracefully, and accidentally met his eyes that could be called 'sharp'. Under tension, Jacob picked up the burger on the table and took a bite to hide himself. voyeur.

\'Ouch...\' He almost vomited.

Snape withdrew the eye knife from its scabbard and slaughtered the vegetable salad in front of him gracefully and viciously. There was a new potions professor, why didn't you let me teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?

He sighed, snorted again, and forked the shredded lettuce in the bowl into his mouth.

Professor Flitwick, who was beside Snape, raised his fork cautiously, why did he lose his temper again? Professor Snape's temper was really unpredictable.

Professor Flitwick looked at Snape's vegetable salad with a puzzled expression. Could it be that the lettuce wasn't washed properly?

"Hey! Our new potions professor is a great beauty!" The little wizard below was full and panicked, and began to talk about the new potions professor.

"Finally..." a second-year lion cub lowered his voice, "we won't see Professor Snape for a short time," he clenched his fists and prayed to the candles floating in the sky, "Thanks Merlin! This Christmas I don't want gifts - this is the best gift!"

"Huh?" Little Snake in the lower grades of Slytherin was obviously a little reluctant, "We won't be able to take Professor Snape's class for a short time..."

A curly-haired snake looked very lost, "I really hope I can get up to the fourth grade as soon as possible..."

"That Professor Hong Bei looks so young, can he teach us potions well?" The blond snake muttered, and he crossed his hands in dissatisfaction, "Looks younger than my twenty-year-old sister! She knows how Put the material in the water?"

Anna sat beside and watched the fun without saying a word. She was more interested in what the little blond snake would look like when she knew Mrs. Hongbei's age.

Belinda thought the same way, she smiled fascinatedly, and reached out to take a small cake.

The blond snake suddenly noticed Anna's gaze, and for some reason he was suddenly a little unhappy, "Hey, you are a Muggle-born, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Ugh? Anna was a little surprised. When she kept a low profile before, she never attracted anyone's attention, but soon, Anna remembered, maybe it was the effect of her own reputation...

Seeing that Anna didn't make a sound, the blond snake took an inch, "Anna Lawrence, right? I didn't pay special attention to you before..."

"Don't think that if you answered a few questions in class, we'll accept you if you help the academy—" The blond snake raised his head.

Somewhat silly, he threw his blond hair dramatically, "You pathetic Muggle-born!" The little blond snake stared at Anna, as if using such language as usual, he could easily defeat a cute little girl.

The cute little girl Anna has a very interested expression~www.NovelMTL.com~ seems to be saying \'Come on, continue your performance\' - see if you have the strength to provoke me.

The blond little snake pursed his lips, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

Belinda watched the fun while eating the small cake. Her pupils trembled and her expression was excited. She almost waved the little flag and shouted, "Fight, fight."

"That Muggle-born was found to be wrong." The little snake who was watching the excitement touched the buddy beside him with his elbow. "It's the new student who has been very active recently."

Marcus Flint was attracted. He was usually the most happy to see a young Muggle-born wizard being picked on. When he turned his head to see who was picked on—

At that moment, he recalled the fear of being dominated by big flower arms and mahjong on the Hogwarts Express.

The duck legs in his hand were about to fail, so Flint swallowed and patted the little blond snake on the shoulder.

"Dude... make a suggestion, don't mess with her..."

"Who..." The blond snake looked at the grease stains on his robe, turned his head impatiently, and saw that it was Slytherin's most potential Chaser, Marcus Flint, his eyes lit up, " Senior Flint!"

At this moment, the blond snake's brain was running fast.

After reacting for a while, he seemed to have figured out something. The little blond snake looked at the nervous Flint and then at the calm Anna, and suddenly raised a strange smile.

"Oh—" He lengthened his voice and nodded to himself.

"I understand--"

"Excuse me," the blond snake turned around in a proper manner, as if nothing had happened just now.

"?" Belinda's hand that brought the small cake to her mouth stopped.

What did he understand? Anna, Belinda, and Flint have common questions.