The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

With a huge yawn, Victor woke up from his sleep.

The bed prepared by Filch in the tree tower was so soft that he wondered if it was made from the down of silver ducks.He slept until noon and didn't wake up.

I stayed up a little bit last night and used the newly obtained Pharaoh cards as material to add a lot of hypotheses to the "Study of Egyptian Symbols: A Circle" that I was editing.Victor returned to the bed on the second floor only when the moon reached its westernmost point.

However, it doesn't matter how late you wake up today.

Victor hummed and went down to the bathroom on the first floor.

If you listen carefully, you can tell that he is humming the Hogwarts school song to the tune of good old days.

Because today is the day for new students to enter Hogwarts!

Victor's job today was to attend the opening banquet on time, be introduced by Dumbledore to all the little wizards, look at the three little protagonists of Gryffindor with kind eyes from a distance, and then eat until he was full, Come back and go to sleep.

He had already confirmed with Professor McGonagall before that his classes were scheduled for the first and second periods on Friday afternoon, so he didn't have to prepare intensive lessons yet.

The four schools of War Studies were closed, and the course happened to be just before the weekly Quidditch team training.

Victor guessed that Professor McGonagall must not have thought that Harry would become a talented player who entered the Gryffindor Quidditch team in the first year.

Otherwise, why would I let myself take the dangerous-sounding war studies before the important Quidditch team training?

Don't worry, I will definitely arrange the amount of training.

Victor thought happily.

Wandering to the living room on the first floor, he sat down on the wicker chair, took out the wine bottle, and tapped the silver shell.

Immediately, the same knocking sound came from the wine bottle.Victor knew that the house elf in the flagon was also awake.

Lock, has been kept in the wine pot by the old Eisner as the brewmaster.

Anyway, Victor has known him since he was a child.It is said that Dad saved it from the labor squeeze of a sinister wine dealer.

"Save it and then what?"

"Let it brew."

Victor really feels that instead of the Ministry of Magic constantly proposing some magical animal protection bills, it is better to improve labor laws and the law on the protection of the rights and interests of house elves.

"Lock, a glass of pineapple and passion fruit soda with ice and a little mint."

"Mr. Eisner's favorite is Maotai-flavored Lao Veng wine."

"Don't confuse me with daddy. Make the drinks better, I have the school's opening party tonight to attend. I guess the Hogwarts kitchen is still a hundred Three Broomsticks bartenders away from you when it comes to drinks."

"The fruit is already awakening. By the way, Mr. Eisner feels that the only drink for noble and mature men is alcohol. When he was at Hogwarts, Mr. Eisner often sneaked to Hogsmeade Village to buy butterbeer."

"Did you meet him there?"

"Oh, yes! What a romantic encounter!"

Victor suddenly felt that something was strange.

"Do you want to go back to my dad's place? I won't stop you."

"No need at all! Locken also likes to make drinks for the little master. Do you need some strange pepper for the dinner drinks? There is still a lot of time before the evening, so using it to wake up is a suitable option."

Although it sounds like strange ingredients, once you taste its taste, the enjoyment of your taste buds makes you forget everything else.

Victor leaned back leisurely on the wicker chair and spent the afternoon doing nothing.

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Why were you dragged here to welcome the new couple?

He should be sitting in the brightly lit auditorium at this time, enjoying delicious soda drinks and delicious food.

Victor and Hagrid were waiting on the platform together, looking at Hagrid with resentful eyes, guiding the first-year wizards to Hogwarts.

"Don't look at me, it's Professor McGonagall's decision." Hagrid touched his nose.

Last year, when he was picking up people at the platform, he missed a little boy who fell asleep on the train.It seems that Professor McGonagall is still very upset about this matter.

"The train has arrived. Come on, Victor, I will lead them from the front. How about you follow the team? Pay attention, you don't know how naughty children in their early teens are. They want to jump into the lake when they see it. .”

Victor nodded in agreement, walked to the train door first, and used a small spell to count the number of little ghosts who got off the train, so as not to miss any one.

The little heads that were shaking came out one after another.

Why are they all wearing black magic robes?When I received my Hogwarts admission notice, I didn't care about the black requirement and brought a bunch of white wizard robes to school.

Victor lamented that each session was less imaginative than the last.

Among all the black robes and messy hair, Victor found the familiar black hair.Next to him were a red-headed man and a curly-headed man.

"Professor Eisner!" The black-headed man came running over.

Victor reminded him to be careful where he stepped, as the road to the platform was slippery and bumpy.But this didn't stop Harry from coming to Victor.

"Mr. Potter. We meet again."

Victor greeted the little protagonist with a smile.His eyes scanned the faces of Harry, Ron and Hermione at the same time.

Wow, the trio of young lion violators.

I watched you grow up.

Suddenly I felt like my youth was back.

"Professor Eisner. I want to thank you for the birthday gift you gave me in Diagon Alley..."

"What? You've already met this professor and got a birthday gift?" Ron looked horrified.

"I thought you were as unfamiliar with Hogwarts as I am! But you know the big guy leading the way, and a professor will give you gifts!"

In addition to the pockets full of gold coins, he had one more thing to envy Harry.

"I recognize you too. Mr. Weasley." Victor greeted the tense Ron.

"Red hair, freckles. I assume your brothers are already well-known figures at Hogwarts, right? The Weasley family is famous."

Well.Ron whimpered and whispered to Harry: "I will have to fight Fred sooner or later, for the sake of Weasley's reputation."

Victor's eyes fell on Hermione beside him.After a brief look at each other, Hermione bowed slightly to Victor: "Hello, professor, I am Hermione 6 Granger."

Victor returned the favor with equal respect. "Victor 6 1 Von 6 1 Eisner."

"Your future associate professor of war."

"War science?"

Hermione quickly recalled her preview lessons. She didn't remember such a subject.

"It's a new course offered this year. It looks like you are going to be my teaching guinea pigs."

Victor joked with the three children.

Ron looked even more depressed, as he had to learn one more subject, while Hermione looked like she was accepting the challenge. She was indeed a heroine who was considered by the Sorting Hat for Ravenclaw.Harry?Harry was rummaging through his pockets full of snacks.

"Oh, Professor Eisner, I came here to give you this..."

Harry rummaged hastily through his clothes.Vic had no idea what Harry was planning to do, so he couldn't help but bend down to see what he was going to get.

At this time, a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded.

"Are you Professor Eisner of War Studies?"

When Victor heard this voice, he couldn't help but smile in his heart at the arrangement of fate.

What a coincidence, isn't it?Meet all the popular characters.

Looking back, a blond haired, dignified child stretched out a friendly hand to Victor.

"My father said that the Eisner family is the noblest and most elegant family even among pure-blood wizards."

Victor frowned and shook hands with the little guy.

Your concept of blood is as feudal as in the novel, young master.

And nobility and grace?

Victor's mind was filled with images of his father driving a tractor across the farm.