The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

"Dear Mr. Victor von Eisner:"

"We are honored to hire you as an associate professor of war, a new subject at Hogwarts, and to join Hogwarts as a visiting scholar."

"The new semester starts on September 9, so please report at least two weeks in advance."

Victor happily walked around the cabin while reading the letter of appointment.

Old Eisner bluntly said that Victor made him dizzy. What he did not say was that Victor was leaving and his wife had lived in France for a long time. He felt lonely on the farm alone.

Alas, the depression of a middle-aged man.

"What should you bring? Prepare it in advance. I don't plan to spend money to send you a package after you join the job." Old Eisner worried.

Victor rushed into the study room in a hurry, thinking about taking away any of his favorite things.

I definitely need an owl clock mailbox. This is my only owl that can communicate. It was a gift from my mother when I was 11 years old.

To this day, the first default address for Owl mailboxes is still my mother’s residence in France.

A semicircular bookshelf is required, and even the books scattered on the floor are packed away.

Or maybe you have to sort it out yourself. After all, the Hogwarts library has an amazing collection of books, and magical books are easily accessible.

Well, just bring some Muggle books.

I packed some clothes, a new wand, and a set of Millennium Building Blocks and Pharaoh Cards.This seemed to be all Victor's luggage.

For the rest, I believe Hogwarts has preparations for associate professors.

In such a big school, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, how has it ever mistreated the professors of other subjects?

Old Eisner stood at the door of the study and hesitated to speak. Victor caught a glimpse of him leaning on the door frame, and suddenly realized that he had never noticed the complex emotions of his old father, who was worried about his son traveling thousands of miles away.

He felt soft and planned to give his father a hug.

"Do you send money home if you make money at Hogwarts?"

"……I try my best."

Victor withdrew the hug and thought about whether he should start some side business.

Otherwise, a business like the farm, which depends on the weather, is guaranteed to go bankrupt one day, and then my father will go to my mother, leaving himself with a lot of debts and orders.

"You want to take this with you?" Old Eisner noticed with sharp eyes a silver square hip flask in Victor's suitcase.

"This is my Pharaoh's box." Victor knocked on the side of the jug, and the jug opened from the side, revealing a hidden compartment-like space inside.

About forty thick Pharaoh cards were stored inside by Victor.This is a series of cards he carefully selected four years after graduating from Hogwarts. At least half of them are high-end cards that can be used multiple times.

Some Pharaoh cards with low magic power, Victor, will not be included in the deck. It is better to lack them than to overload them to prevent players from having too many cards.

"...This is the winery where my house elf brews wine." Old Eisner pointed out.

The square hip flask has a hidden compartment from the side, and a basement-like space from the spout.

The Eisner family keeps the house elf Locke here, and Locke's duty is to diligently brew wine for his master.

Although Victor had wondered many times where the raw materials for making wine in such a cramped space came from, he did not ask out of concern for his mental health.

"I took him away with him. Apart from wine making, his soda recipe can also be called an art. And I told you to stop drinking."

Having said this, Victor was a little dissatisfied.When old Eisner saw this, he could only let Victor take it away in despair, out of sight and out of mouth.

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The waiting time passed quickly.The day has come for Victor to report to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts has a special barrier that cannot be reached directly via Floo powder or Apparition.

In the past, Victor used to take the train from platform nine and three-quarters, but the train tickets are only available for September.Eisner Sr. booked a bed on the Knight Bus for Victor.

Victor didn't have much of a good impression of this trembling and rambling bus.To be honest, he threw up in this car when he was a kid.

At this moment, he was standing on the curb beside the farm, with his suitcase at his feet.

Old Eisner was persuading him to muster up the courage to get on the bus quickly and not to waste the ticket money.

Victor sighed in the night wind, reluctantly stretched out his wand, and made a gesture to stop the car.

Suddenly, with a deafening "bang", a three-story bus appeared in front of Victor's eyes as if traveling through time and space.

Wizards call it the "Knight in Distress."

The conductor in purple uniform shook his head towards the inside of the bus and motioned for Victor to come in. The bed he reserved was ready.

On the first floor, by the window, if you pay an extra three silver coins, you can also buy a cup of hot chocolate.

Victor felt that he was destined to have trouble sleeping tonight, so he complied and bought a drink. When he passed the old driver wearing glasses, he said to the driver almost begging:

"Don't drive too fast, I just want to get to Hogwarts tomorrow morning."

The old driver raised his glasses, pointed at a wizard who had already taken his seat in the car and said:

"I'm afraid the other passenger on the bus wants it to be as fast as possible. But don't worry, according to the Ministry of Magic's new traffic regulations, the Knight Bus cannot exceed one hop per jump... Hey, Stan, how much is it?"

"The speed cannot exceed one hundred miles per second, and each jump cannot exceed one hundred kilometers." The conductor reminded.

"Oh, I never remember that. Anyway, as long as you don't step on the accelerator, it'll be fine, right?"

Totally wrong!Victor walked desperately to his bed.

Each floor of the bus can sleep three passengers. In addition to Victor, there is one more person who has to rely on the Knight Bus to travel tonight.

He was sleeping behind Victor, reading a newspaper.

Victor glanced at it. It was the Daily Prophet.

Otherwise, this is the only popular publication in the wizarding world.The entertainment life of wizards seemed to consist of Quidditch and newspapers, which made Muggles laugh to death.

"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" A young voice came from behind the newspaper, and Victor said "hmm" in response.

He didn't want to talk when the bus was about to start for fear of biting his tongue.

"I have to go back to Hogwarts tonight. I have something urgent to do before the new issue of the Daily Prophet is published."

That is before dawn.Victor took a sip of hot chocolate with a world-weary look on his face.I really don't have to sleep tonight.

"Why are you going to Hogwarts? It's not the beginning of school yet, you...you are handsome, but you look like you have been through some vicissitudes of life in society, and you don't look like a student. Man."

"...I worked as a farmer for a while." Victor didn't want to continue chatting with this person who couldn't speak.

oh.The other party responded, and then immersed himself in reading the Daily Prophet.

"Have you seen the prophet?" The man asked this question again without thinking.

Victor nodded.

"Professor Traurini of Hogwarts and the founding editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet." And I am one of them, he whispered in his mind.

"No, no, Daily Prophet? Ha, none of them, from editors to reporters, can be a prophet."

He flipped through the newspaper loudly and reached the first page.

On the front page of the newspaper is a smiling profile picture, with the note next to it "In memory of the newspaper's father, the great prophet Mr. Wayne."

Then the passenger pointed to the person in the newspaper and asked, "Is that him you're talking about, man?"

Victor turned around to see which newspaper man he was referring to.

Then he looked back.

For the first time, Victor could clearly see the face of the "other passenger" that was not covered by the newspaper.

Suddenly, the hot chocolate in his hand was spilled all over the bed by Victor.

The conductor heard the movement behind him and said without even looking at him: "You're driving too fast, aren't you? Sit tight and steady, we are not responsible for spilled drinks."