Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Since he was planning to leave, Chris decided to set off this morning.Moving couldn't be easier for the two wizards. The small box with the traceless stretching spell spun around, stuffing everything visible and invisible into it.

Almost every wizard has one of these essential little things for home travel.

It is worth mentioning that the Office for the Misuse of Magic of the Ministry of Magic long ago promulgated laws prohibiting the private use of the Invisible Stretch Charm and the sale of items that have been cast on the Invisible Stretch Charm.

But no one cares. There are a lot of legal provisions in the magical world, but no one cares whether you have broken the law. They only care whether you are discovered.

Not to mention Chris, the Auror.

There are four or five pockets on the body that have been casted with the Traceless Stretching Charm, which are used to store various items.

Chris's ring is also specially made, not the legendary ring.

The Traceless Stretch Charm can expand the internal space, but not the entrance or exit.

This special ring has a dragon wrapped around it. The entire dragon coiled together is about the size of a thumb. When opened, it can just enough to pull out a spare wand.

This is a little trick belonging to Aurors. One of them is placed on the forearm of the back hand, so that it can be easily taken out at any time. As for the other one?

No one could guess where the Auror's spare wand was hidden but himself.

As for what's hidden in Chris' ring...it's spare wand No. [-]...

After cleaning up, Diana took out her magic wand and blessed the broom and the two with invisibility with a few clicks, then flew out of the window with Chris.

Why riding a broomstick...

Well, unless they are in a hurry, few wizards use Apparition to rush. The feeling of twisting and stretching upside down can make people extremely uncomfortable.

Even for an Auror like Chris who had used Apparition in combat, it was a very bad experience.

As for the Knight Bus?

No kidding...no dog can sit on that thing.

Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron.

Diagon Alley is still relatively deserted in July, but in more than a month, around the end of August, it will usher in the most prosperous period of the year.

Students take some time before school starts to come here to buy things they will use for the next school year.

Old Tom was tremblingly wiping the table with a rag.

There were a few customers scattered in the tavern.

"jingle......"

The sound of wind chimes on the door attracted many people's attention.

A gust of humid air came in along with the rain, causing several of the drinking guests to curse inwardly, tighten their clothes and sink deeper into their chairs.

A man and a woman walked in from the door. The man's slender figure and close-fitting windbreaker made him feel elegant and untouchable.

"Mr. Will?"

Old Tom straightened up and looked at the man in front of him. Even though he straightened up, his back was still very hunched.

Will?Chris Weir?

The few drinking customers who heard this name seemed a little uneasy, and some even hurriedly paid their bills and left through the back door.

Chris walked into the bar and took a look around. It was not yet time before school started, and the Ministry of Magic was not very strict about the management here. There were many wizards who looked wrong here.

But all this has nothing to do with him. He has resigned from the Ministry of Magic and does not want to provoke some rats in the shadows here.

"Tom, I need a room. Heat up a couple of butterbeers for me."

Chris said as he patted the raindrops on his body and walked in. Only then did Diana reveal herself behind him.

Tom stared for a long time, seeming to confirm.

"Oh my God. Are you Miss MacMillan? Oh my God, I haven't seen you in years and you're back?"

Diana seemed a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere here and nodded.

"Heir to the sacred 28th pureblood family, Tom would be honored to serve you two."

As Tom spoke, he bent down and bowed with difficulty.

At this time, everyone in the bar raised their heads and looked at Diana. The Holy 28 pure-blood families, in addition to the Malfoy families who had fallen to the mysterious man, were disgusting, and the Weasley family, whose reproductive ability was comparable to that of goblins, was also very difficult. Make people admire you.

The other holy pure-blood families are undoubtedly awe-inspiring wherever they go, not to mention the status of their heirs.

Diana helped Tom up and said, "We may have to trouble you here for a few days."

"No trouble, it's Tom's pleasure. Please come with me."

After the three of them disappeared around the corner of the stairs, a few conversations started to come from the tavern.

"Today is a really interesting day. The heir of the MacMillan family actually shows up."

"I think the one we should be more concerned about is the man."

"Male? You mean Chris Weir?"

"Of course, this famous top Auror resigned from the Ministry of Magic just a month ago."

"The Daily Prophet also wrote a small column for his departure. The woman Rita Skeeter even said that he is likely to become the next Dumbledore, but his ambition makes people doubt whether he will be the next Dark Lord. Demon King."

Chris had no idea of ​​any of these conversations, as he was sleeping with Diana in his arms.

If he hadn't been paying attention to the Daily Prophet, Chris would probably have torn the mouth of that woman who chewed her tongue into pieces.

Who is so ambitious?If he had been ambitious, he would have been the Director of the Auror Office two years ago. In another two years, the Minister of Magic might be able to give it a try.

The group of Aurors who can fight are basically Chris's pawns.

The Ministry of Magic is basically rotten from top to bottom, otherwise it would not be possible for it to be easily beaten to pieces by No Nose in a few years and rely on one school to make a comeback.

……

The next day, Chris got up early and looked at the sleeping Diana. He kissed her gently on the forehead, packed up and went out.

The entrance to Gringotts.

Chris looked at the luxurious door and sighed, a penny is too much for a heroic man.

Although he was a wealthy man in the Muggle world, there was a limit to the exchange of pounds for gold galleons, especially for adult wizards.

The sanctions imposed on them by the MacMillan family made it impossible for Chris to use his skills even if he had the skills of a white wolf. After all, it was his girlfriend's family, and Chris didn't want to make things too rigid.

When I walked into the only bank in the British wizarding world, I was immediately greeted by a short goblin with a smile on his face.

"Dear Mr. Will, how can I help you?"

"Withdraw all the money. In addition, the lease of the vault will not be renewed starting from this month."

The goblin's face immediately fell down after hearing this, and the speed of his face change was frighteningly fast.

"Okay, come with me. I hope you won't regret this decision."

Chris followed the goblin down to the basement unsteadily. He didn't have the slightest fondness for this vampire guy.

Even if you deposit money into the bank and don't give it back, you still have to pay it regularly.

Weird rules in the magical world.