Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

The weather on the first day of September was friendly to the people of London, with the sun shining brightly.

But students may not think so. Whether they are Muggles or wizards, school starts on this day, and they may not be in a good mood.

King's Cross station welcomes a lot of people on this morning every year. Muggles may never imagine that they have obviously not sold so many tickets, but they swarm into a large group of students with owls on the luggage racks.

Chris also arrived at Hogsmeade Village early through the fireplace. The house in the Leaky Cauldron has been vacated, and the teachers at Hogwarts also need to live on campus. Diana also moved to Eve's teahouse. She is now The attitude towards work is still very positive.

They were both used to it, and Chris often stayed away from home when he was an Auror.

Walking slowly around the huge black lake on the grass in front of the castle, Chris enjoyed the scenery he had watched for seven years.

It is always emotional to return to school with a different identity after three years.

At the castle gate Chris meets an unexpected person.

"Professor Sprout, I didn't expect you to pick me up." Chris looked at the gray-haired witch in front of him with some embarrassment.

"Yes, Chris, I think it's time for us to reconcile. In fact, you didn't do anything wrong."

This short witch looked fierce, like a difficult person to get along with.Quite the opposite actually.Sprout is kind, optimistic, and unabashedly partial to the students of his college.

After the incident in Chris's sixth grade, this kind witch stood in front of Chris and uttered a rare curse word to the Wizengamot Tribunal.

No one in this world will be nice to you for no reason, but the headmaster of Hufflepuff has proven by her actions that she will be infinitely tolerant of her students, even if the student has no sense of belonging to her college.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the teachers' dormitory." Sprout motioned for Chris to follow.

The two of them were walking in the corridor of the castle. Chris thought for a long time and said softly:

"Professor, I'm sorry. I apologize for my arrogance."

Sprout turned around and looked at this student in surprise, who had once made her extremely proud. He was still as handsome and elegant as ever, and the guilt on his face could be easily seen.

"Your words comfort me, but I will not apologize to you... Even though I once thought that there was something wrong with the Sorting Hat and that you should not appear in Hufflepuff, your behavior after graduation made me I feel proud."

"Although some people have a bad impression of you, in my eyes you have done a lot for the wizarding world. You are a true Hufflepuff, Chris, even if you have no sense of belonging to the house. "

"Do you know Newt Scamander?" Sprout asked, looking at Chris who lowered his head and said nothing.

"Of course," Chris replied quickly.

The outstanding alumni of Hufflepuff, in that era when everyone was crazy, kept their heads clear and resisted Greenwald.

"Kid, you are very similar to him, but you are much more cunning than him." Sprout said with a smile, waving his arms to indicate that everything was over.

Chris sat on the bed in his bedroom thinking about what Professor Sprout had said to him.

He once felt that Hufflepuff had no style and that everyone could get in. Their excellent quality seemed to be that they did not cause trouble and slept when they should. They were a group of civilians who lived in the wizarding world without fighting against the world.

"Newt..." Chris admitted that although he had a dark heart, he was a good person.

But I couldn't find any of Hufflepuff's qualities in me.Integrity, loyalty, love and kindness.

Although qualities seem to be found everywhere, Chris lacks none of them.

“Quality that can be seen everywhere?”

“Quality that can be seen everywhere.”

“Quality can be seen everywhere!”

"Hahaha..." Chris laughed as if he suddenly understood.

Professor Sprout taught himself another lesson three years after he graduated.

September [-]st is really the day of admission.

.............

As night falls, the auditorium is decorated and the students are about to arrive.

At this time, a small welcome ceremony was being held in the auditorium. Chris sat on the chair with some anxiety and chatted with Professor Flitwick.

He is not yet used to sitting with professors and exchanging business blows.

Lockhart was chasing several professors to recommend his books. He looked very happy and even said hello to Chris just now.

I don’t know if I was too sad and cast a forgetting spell on myself.

For the sake of Jin Galleon, Chris planned to forget about it.

Ms. Rosmerta's role as the unspoken notary in the tavern was the main reason why Lockhart could forget this incident. For this reason, after Chris received the balance, he mailed one-tenth of the galleons to it, which was considered a commission. .

Even if Chris breaks his promise she has nothing to lose or pay anything.

But later this matter will spread throughout the circles of black and white wizards.

Professor Flitwick had a very pleasant chat with Chris. He was very satisfied that his dueling skills could help Aurors play a vital role in life and death battles.

"I'll tell you a little trick again, Chris." Professor Flitwick leaned over and lowered his voice.

"When you release Expelliarmus, you shake your wrist slightly and then lower the tip of the wand two inches. When the magic surges, a backflow will be formed in the palm of your hand, so that when the magic spell is released..."

"Turn around?" Chris interjected with wide eyes.

Flitwick glared at him: "Of course not! The speed will be one-third faster than normal spell casting."

Chris sneered and apologized. He thought Professor Flitwick knew the legendary magic of magic.

"But this technique is quite difficult and requires countless practice. Otherwise, I would have taught it to you when you were studying."

"Fritz, I don't think this idiot can learn it if you tell him once." A sarcastic voice came from the side.

With this mocking tone, Chris knew it was definitely the old bat without looking back.

"Mr. Snape, it's a pity that I didn't have time to tell you the good news that I passed the Potions exam. Otherwise, your disappointed look would have made me happy for a long time."

"Hmph, you should be grateful to my good student."

It was as if Sima, who had never smiled before, floated in front of Chris and sat down. His greasy hair reflected a dark luster under the candlelight.

Chris's grades in Potions class were also very poor in the past few years. He believed that potions that were not worth learning without plug-ins often held him back.

Later, when he learned that being an Auror, the Potions class had to "exceed expectations", Chris had no choice but to activate the plug-in Diana, and finally reached the minimum requirements by using the time converter and beautiful teacher system she applied for.