The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

Days without classes always make people feel lazy.Professor Victor, who only woke up at noon, looked out the window at the senior students taking flying lessons and lamented that being young means being energetic.

He flew so fast that he bumped into the Whomping Willow.You will regret this.

Victor, who was afraid of being affected, closed the window, out of sight and out of mind. These little wizards who were crazy about having fun during gym class would never care about air traffic control.

Knock on the door, Lock, I know you're awake.

Victor said good morning to the house elf in the flagon.

"The landing point of the secret passage we connected yesterday was unstable. When I landed from the fireplace, I was burned by sparks. I don't know what impact it had on the construction of the secret passage. Let's check it out after breakfast."

An assent hand reached out from the flagon.

okay.

So in two or two they finished the pieces of bread baked by the fire in the fireplace, and Victor put out the fireplace.

You can't use Floo powder at Hogwarts anyway.If the secret passage hadn't been set up here, this would have been just an ordinary fireplace where everyone would dance and kiss around on Christmas Day.

The moment his boots stepped on the slag, Victor clearly felt something was wrong.

The pathways are twisted and choppy.It was like he was telling Victor in a subtle way that your life is just like this road, and it will disappear as you walk on it.

"Locken, something is not going well."

"What do you need me to do?"

You can always trust LOCK.It was right to forcibly abduct him from his father who only cared about making wine.

"Apparition. Otherwise we will have our throats cut by space magic in three seconds, or it may be cut in half. You have no right to decide which part of your body will be taken away by space magic..."

Victor's unfinished words were interrupted by a big move from Locken.

He patted his head, which was dizzy from being suddenly teleported.But compared to Knight Bus, this level can be called business class.

"Quite timely, my friend. Where have you been transferred to? Oh..."

Victor stepped on the familiar wooden floor.

There is also this familiar ladder leading to the second floor. Wait, is it missing two pedals?Dad was going to let me step on his head and climb up to the second floor.

Familiar work clothes... not hanging on the wall.Dad should be out driving the tractor.Victor could even faintly hear the sound of the engine.

Twentieth century technology is not good enough for such huge noise pollution.

Just like this twentieth-century farmhouse.

Victor was taken home by Locken.

"Emergency transfer, huh?"

Victor poked Locken in the stomach.It was unclear whether he was speaking to the house elf complainingly or appreciatively.

However, the first place that comes to mind is indeed here.This is true for Lock and Victor.

"Dad is not here, do you want to see him? Lockn."

Victor asked the elf.In terms of a strict adoption relationship, Old Eisner is the real owner of Lock and Lock, and Victor is just a trafficker who relied on kinship to cut off the business halfway.

Unless old Eisner dies suddenly, Victor inherits the inheritance and inherits the Lock and Lock together.Otherwise, Lock and Lock are nominally owned by Eisner.

Please don't pay attention to the slavery system revealed in this paragraph just now.

"Little master Victor, don't you want to see your father?" Leqou asked Victor.

Victor really didn't know how to answer for a moment.

how to say.I can't wait to come back after just over a month since I left. I always feel like I've lost.

Could it be that this is timidity in close proximity to home?

"I won't go looking for him and let him work in the fields. I'm afraid that when he sees me, he will ask me to follow his tractor to apply fertilizer, and I will be forced to suck the tractor's exhaust."

Victor sat down.

Locken hesitated for a moment and followed Victor in the wooden house.

"It's all here, please help me boil a kettle of water. Dad won't let me use magic in the Muggle world. You know, there are three rules."

Victor, the slave owner, worked diligently with Lock and Lock, sitting on the small bench and flipping through the bills scattered on the table.

That sucks.Let’s read daily newspapers and letters.

But it’s not good for me to just read the correspondence between my father and my mother. Oh, this letter paper also has an owl capturing the Eiffel Tower. Is this kind of letter paper popular in France now?

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Victor stood up and opened the drawer of old Eisner's desk.

as predicted.

"Lock." Victor called the house elf over.

"Let's take these away to please the French Ministry of Magical Security. My students are still being accused of maliciously attacking the information network."

Lockn jumped into the drawer after hearing this, and then took out a large handful of French fashionable stationery, commemorative stamps and odds and ends.

Old Eisner's poor and romantic little mind was completely robbed by Victor when he broke into his house.

It is said that the old Eisner later carved the words "It's hard to guard against a house thief" on the door of Victor's room.

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Old Eisner returned to the cabin from the farm. As soon as he entered the door, he felt that someone had been here.

It's not that he belittles himself, but seriously?Is this kind of house worth having stolen?

You can just walk away from home.

He re-stacked the scattered bills, thinking that if a thief came, why not take the papers away with him.Moreover, this guest even boiled a kettle of water himself, truly treating this place as his own home...

Maybe it's his own home.

"Victor?"

Eisner Sr. tried to shout.

There was no response from the house.Quieter than his fields.

The chair was moved, the drawer was opened, and old Eisner followed his footsteps to the desk.

He took a handful in the drawer and found it was hard and round. When he took it out, he saw it was a gold galleons.

Eisner Sr. then dismantled the entire drawer.

A handful of coins, gold, silver, copper, at least dozens of them.Victor turned his pockets upside down before leaving.

There is also a note.

The sun is shining brightly now, and the Vic on the note is clearly visible.

Old Eisner sat at his desk.

After that, the old father put the note in the photo frame of the family photo, and then spent the money... well, he still kept a little.He redid the decaying staircase leading to Victor's room on the second floor.

I should be able to take a break and come back during Christmas.

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Victor was so worried about his work that he had no time to plan his vacation.

He had just sent a reply to the French Ministry of Magical Security, along with a bunch of small gifts.The clock owl's warehouse belly is stretched like a fat chicken.

Anthony 6 1 Goldstein, a direct Ravenclaw student whom Victor favored, was accused of trying to use his weak magic to attack the unfathomable notebook security information.

Even after Victor tried to explain, the Notebook Branch of the Department of Magical Security refused to forgive him.

They demanded that Anthony Goldstein's wand be confiscated.

Victor was so worried that two more hair fell out.

Is Anthony familiar with his distant relatives Tina and Newt's family?

Can we clear up the relationship?