Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Malfoy did not dare to raise his head, his body seemed to be shaking a little, and his two best friends Crabbe and Goyle had long since disappeared.

Ron and Harry were still glad that Assistant Teacher Will seemed to have heard Malfoy's curse words and was only teaching him a lesson.

Suddenly Chris turned to look at Harry. This was the first time he had seen the Savior up close.

Her emerald green eyes are beautiful, and the big round glasses on her face can slightly block the lightning-shaped scar.

"Draco, do you know? Only naive children will laugh at other people's scars. Scars are honors and medals for men, and adults will only proudly introduce that glorious history to others."

"Although you are still young, I think the Holy Pureblood Family will not treat their heirs as children, and you think so yourself, right?"

Malfoy nodded with difficulty. He felt that it was a little difficult to breathe. He had seen how Chris disgraced his father a long time ago. When he got home, his father even yelled at his mother that the whole family must leave in the future. Stay away from this uncle-to-be.

"After class, come find me in the office. You know where I am."

Chris patted Malfoy's shoulder, what did the eldest nephew say?

Like a naughty child who lacked education, the inner glory of the Holy Pure-blood Family was used in the wrong place, and the wavering stance of the family caused him to be very entangled in his heart. Fortunately, in the end, the goodness deep in his heart finally allowed him to Look back.

But Lucius? 6? 1 This guy Malfoy, you have to admit that he has something, and after messing around, the family is still in order.

He himself spent his old age peacefully, which had little to do with whether he was from a holy pure-blood family.

If Chris remembered correctly, after Nostrils was resurrected, not many members of those families were left. His political talent was outstanding and he also had great influence in the Ministry of Magic.

Chris smiled at Harry again and left for the Great Hall, hoping that those hard-working house elves wouldn't clean up so quickly.

"Harry, are you all right?"

Hermione walked over with a pile of Lockhart's books in her hands. She was a little worried when she saw Harry staring at Assistant Will's back.

"It's nothing, Hermione." The little boy lowered his head and put his hand into his glasses and rubbed his eyes and said:

"I think he is right. It seems that we should not doubt him..."

"Ho, come on. Didn't you notice that he seems to know Malfoy? They also discussed the Holy Pureblood Family! He must be one of those freaks!"

Ron has no awareness of himself as a holy pure-blood. Since they were hated by most pure-blood families, the Weasley family has never claimed that they are one of the 28 holy pure-blood families. They prefer to interact with Muggles. Stay together.

"Ron, as far as I know, Assistant Professor Will was born as an orphan. He is from Hufflepuff College. It has been confirmed that he is a mixed race!"

Since the Big Three began to suspect Chris's purpose of entering Hogwarts in the morning, Hermione began to investigate him. This was part of the information that was found in just one morning.

"Either he has a good relationship with that group of people, or how else to explain his attitude towards Malfoy? It didn't look like he was teaching him a lesson just now."

Ron said unwillingly that he had no good impression of Malfoy and the people around him. Malfoy had just laughed at him that Harry's autographed photo was more expensive than his house.

Hermione shrugged to express her reservation, "It's Defense Against the Dark Arts class later, where are your books?"

She asked, looking at the two empty-handed friends.

Harry and Ron quickly woke up and ran to the Gryffindor dormitory. They originally went back to get their books, but they were stopped by the little Colin, and then they met Malfoy.

That Colin was his admirer and insisted on taking pictures of him, even though he didn't like it.

What happened today made the two little guys feel very bad. First there was the shouting letter in the cafeteria, they were almost late for the first Transfiguration class of the new semester, and now they might also be late for the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Chris stood speechless in the auditorium. The hard-working elf couldn't bear to see the chaos on the table after finishing the meal, so he cleared it up very cleanly and quickly.

With no other choice, Chris had no choice but to walk to the kitchen next to the Hufflepuff common room...

After walking through a wide stone corridor in the castle, Chris stood in front of a painting of a silver bowl filled with fruit. Chris stretched out his hand and scratched the pear on the painting. The pear giggled and turned into a green handle.

Chris grabbed the handle and pulled it away.

There were noisy sounds from the kitchen, and the clinking of pots and pans sounded like rhythmic music.

The dinner plates used by the students automatically floated up and lined up into the pool. Several buckets of thick soup were simmering on the stove, and the spoons were slowly stirring inside.

Many house elves were busy, and in the kitchen they were like conductors of a symphony orchestra, more like they would have been if they had wands in their hands.

"Mr. Will, long time no see, why are you here?" A house elf wearing a sack made of potato sacks ran over and asked.

"Lane, long time no see."

Chris had a good relationship with them. To be precise, every Hufflepuff student had a good relationship with them.

"I need something to eat. I didn't make it in time for lunch."

"Haha, Ryan is happy to serve Mr. Will. Your favorite vegetable and pork noodles are now out of ingredients. Can you use beef and green leafy vegetables instead?" Ryan folded his hands and asked expectantly.

"Of course, Ryan. I have great confidence in your level."

Chris took out his wand and used transfiguration to turn his ring into a small mazaar, and sat obediently in the corner and waited.

Although these elves respect the wizards very much, they will be angry if you disturb them from their work.

This code is also written on the door panel of the Hufflepuff common room. It is said to have a history of hundreds of years. Along with it, there are more than a dozen rules about the kitchen, which are worthy of every new student who enters the school. The Bible must be memorized.

Not long after, Ryan came over with a bowl of noodles floating in his hand.

Chris enjoyed eating it, it was one of the few tastes he could miss.That powerful place, the wizarding world, had sealed itself, so many things couldn't circulate. Chris once tried to look for the past, but the powerful power of the ban prevented him from even trying.

After the meal, as a token of his gratitude, Chris gave Ryan some small glass beads, which made him very excited.These house elves with a bit of elf blood are very interested in shiny things.

I learned this from the door panel.