Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

At noon on Tuesday, Chris walked out of the classroom. It had just been the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the sixth grade. The content of the class was the same as that of the fifth grade, but there was no excessive use of mandrake.

After all, they had a Transfiguration class in the afternoon. If Professor McGonagall knew that it was Chris who made his students lack energy during class, she would settle the score with Chris.

The sixth grade students have a much better foundation, and Chris does not put too much pressure on them.Eight of them still successfully learned magic expansion, and Gryffindor's Patsy Weasley succeeded the fastest. He is indeed an excellent student.

This pot of mandrake was roughly pulled out by Chris twice, and each time it was exposed for about three to 10 minutes. The leaves had turned yellow. When he returned it to Professor Sprout, this herbal medicine class The professor almost chased Chris with a shovel for shoveling dragon dung and beat him up.

After lunch, Chris returned to the office, lying with his legs on the table at a very comfortable angle, holding a book in his hand, ready to read for a while and start his lunch break.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, and Chris could vaguely hear Filch's cursing voice, as well as the voice of Peeves, who was a ghost.

It was so noisy that I couldn't sleep, so I had no choice but to go out to see what was going on. As soon as I opened the door, a foul smell hit my nostrils.

Peeves kept shouting excitedly: "The nasty Weasleys are going to be in trouble, out of luck!"

The Weasley twins kept staring at him fiercely, and George even clenched his fists, as if he wanted to punch him hard, otherwise he would be unable to hit him.

"Ah, Will. You're such a nuisance!" Peeves shouted in surprise.

Chris frowned and looked at the shit all over the corridor and asked, "Who threw it?"

Filch, who was holding the cat, stood aside and gloated: "They are the Weasley twins."

"I didn't, not us, Assistant Coach Will." It was unclear whether it was George or Fred who argued.

"It's Peeves! We just gave him two big dung eggs, and he just threw them in the corridor, which also attracted Filch."

"That's nonsense, it's obviously from you two bad boys! Don't believe their nonsense, you annoying Will," Peeves defended.

Chris looked at Filch, hoping he could give an explanation.

Filch chuckled, revealing his missing front teeth: "I don't know who threw it, but if I had to deal with it, I would definitely ask them to clean it up, and no magic is allowed."

Looking at the two trembling twins who were blushing and angry, Chris took out his wand and waved it.

"Clean it up," and then said expressionlessly: "You two come in."

"You are covering up, you are covering up! The assistant teacher is covering up the students, the big devil is covering up the little devil, the big nuisance is covering up..."

Chris shouted "Wadi Wasi" without looking back.

There was a bang, and Peeves seemed to have been hit hard by a baseball bat. Before he could finish his words, he was hammered into the wall.

Filch's smile disappeared and he walked away gloomily.

George and Fred had been standing aside uncomfortably since they walked in. They had heard how terrifying Assistant Will was.

Chris, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the two twins and asked: "George, Fred? You are quite famous. Who is George?"

A red-haired Weasley raised his hand and said, "I'm George."

Ha, the two look exactly the same, their mothers sometimes can't tell them apart, and they also like to play tricks of pretending to be each other.

"I've heard your name many times." Chris said calmly.

The twins sighed together, it looked like they couldn't escape the confinement.

"No matter who threw it, if you can do me a favor, I won't care about this kind of thing. How about it?" Chris asked, looking at the two of them.

He did have a little thing that he needed someone to help make. His own alchemy skills were terrible, but the twins were very talented in alchemy.

Is there such a good thing?The two Fred brothers were obviously very willing to help. After all, confinement was no less than torture for their restless personalities.

Chris looked at the two people and nodded, then took out his wand and stretched out his right hand.

"I need you to make a small thing on your right arm, similar to a hidden sword. Have you heard of a hidden sword?"

Fred and Fred nodded immediately. They have always been fascinated by such gadgets.

"A simple hidden sword is not enough. I need you to make it into something that can be installed with a wand. It only takes a small gesture or something to pop the wand out just right where it is held in the palm of your hand. And in this gadget, it must be able to Store wands longer than your arms."

Chris told the two of them his idea while making gestures.

This idea has been around for a long time, just like the hidden sword used for assassination in Assassin's Creed, it only requires a slight movement of the wrist to pop out.

If you can store a wand longer than your arm, you can wear it all day long.This product is sure to be popular, especially with Aurors, as a longer wand would be difficult to keep in the sleeve of the back hand.

Some people's wands are so long that they can be used as walking sticks, making it inconvenient to move around.

If this thing is around, using the wand secretly will be more subtle and faster.

"How about it? Do you have any ideas? I can provide all the funds needed, and if you succeed in making it, I can order a large number of these things."

Chris said while looking at the two people who were contemplating.

"No problem, assistant. This is not difficult, and it does sound very suitable for Aurors. It's just that we have never thought about it." George said.

"how long will it takes?"

"It could take several months. We have to order parts from a few places and then try to alchemically transform them, which is time-consuming."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry." Chris stood up and took out a bag of Galleons from the bookcase and threw it to the two brothers.

"This is your start-up capital. If you can really make it, I will order more than 100. How about it?"

Fred and George looked at the bag in their hands. They had never seen so many gold galleons. Even if they hadn't counted it, it felt like there were at least a hundred just by holding it in their hands.

"Of course I can be a teaching assistant." Fred and George said in unison.

This is not their previous trivial fight, this is the biggest job they have ever received since their debut.

"Assistant Will, if we make this thing, can we sell it?" George asked.

Fred quickly raised his hand: "We can give you [-]% of the profit."

"Sorry, no." Chris shook his head slightly.

It would be very troublesome if the enemy bought it.

"But if you can really do a good job, I will give you an extra [-]% when ordering, as a reward for your hard work. I don't recommend you to do such a time-consuming thing as selling, after all, you still have studies."

Fred and George had no choice but to give up, but they managed to get [-]% of the profit for themselves, which was worth celebrating.