Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

In the early morning, Chris woke up from bed, got up quietly, put on his clothes, rubbed his waist and slowly went to the kitchen.

Last night was a little crazy, mainly because we haven't seen each other for a while.

After getting some breakfast from Ryan, Chris returned to the dormitory and looked at Diana, who was still sleeping, with some pride flashing on her face.

"Honey, it's time to get up and have breakfast." Chris leaned on the bed and hugged Diana, biting his ear and whispered softly.

Diana hugged his neck, closed her eyes and muttered: "Liar, I promised to study the wand, but ended up spending the whole night doing it."

"Hey, it's the wand I've been studying all night."

"Find a fight."

The two of them were fighting and fussing until almost noon... When Chris asked her how her work at Elaine's teahouse was during the meal, the elegant queen's face began to become tense.

She began her rare complaint by saying, "Elaine's an idiot, Chris. I'm an idiot too."

"You know, at that time we thought that opening a teahouse in Diagon Alley would do very well."

Chris took a mouthful of oatmeal and nodded, although he didn't think so from the bottom of his heart. The British wizarding world has been in decline for many years, and these old nobles have not yet realized that Diagon Alley, the once famous commercial street in the wizarding world, is no longer what it used to be.

Sure enough, Diana put down the spoon angrily, "Just after you made a fortune of gold galleons some time ago, I also invested 400 galleons to join the partnership."

"Ah..." Chris knew that the teahouse was probably out of business. Just work hard and be a boss.

"Some time ago when students started school, we held a big event, and business was really good at that time. Elaine thought we should make the event bigger, and then we jointly organized one with Gringotts and Quidditch Boutique Promotion, intending to attract more people, and paid them a large sum of galleons for this." Diana felt a little distressed when she thought of those galleons.

"Then what?" Chris' expression remained normal, he had already anticipated the result.

"Then after school started, there weren't many people left, and those Galleons were all wasted..."

Looking at the aggrieved Diana, Chris touched her head.This girl is good at everything, but she has no business talent at all. If she is honest, the teahouse may be able to last for a long time.

Fortunately, both of them are not short of money. Elaine Nove's family is also an old pure-blood family, so the two eldest ladies opened a teahouse just for fun.

"Don't these wizards usually go out on dates? Thanks to us for making the teahouse environment so good!" Diana took a bite of the bread and said angrily.

People are not good enough because the road is uneven. Chris analyzed it rationally for her: "Wizards are too mobile, and Diagon Alley is too old. Normally, if you are not a wizard who comes here for tourism, you will rarely have corresponding customers. .”

Diana pouted with an unhappy face: "I think I failed so much Chris."

"Do you need me to give you some advice?"

"Say." Diana said feebly.

"Go to the United States and open an identical teahouse in the Magic Commerce Street. Renovate the one in Diagon Alley and make it as shabby as possible." Chris said seriously: "Then brag in the United States that this teahouse is the oldest in the UK. The origin industry of the holy pure-blood family. It is a drink that only real wizards are qualified to taste. The prices of all tea products will be increased five times, and they will be made to taste less delicious."

Diana gave him a strange look: "Is this useful?"

"There is no guarantee that it will be absolutely useful, but the business will not be bad. Someone will definitely buy it at five times the price. Of course, the premise is that you have to make it taste worse." Chris said with a smile.

"Most of the wizards in the United States originated from the United Kingdom. Their pursuit of blood is a huge business opportunity. This teahouse will give them a sense of self-identity."

Diana stroked her chin thoughtfully, "You can give it a try, but if you don't have the funds..."

"The funds are fine. I still have a few thousand Galleons here, you can take it and use it. Don't touch the money saved by Gringotts yet." Chris interrupted her, "Just treat it as my investment."

"Where did you get so many Galleons?" Diana asked in surprise. Although she knew the source of some of Chris' money, it came too fast this time. There was still a large sum of 4000 Galleons last time, and later she sent another 2000 Galleons. Let her save up, she still has a few thousand galleons with her.

Chris stood up, wiped his mouth with a tablecloth and laughed: "I met a rich and kind-hearted person."

After the two of them finished eating, they discussed the matter of opening a store in Magic Street, USA, and then Diana ran back happily.

She couldn't wait to share this idea with Elaine because she thought it was very feasible.

After asking Professor McGonagall, she took the wand away. She needed a finished product to compare, and then kept experimenting with something so that she could better make the wand that Chris needed.

After Diana left, Chris fell into a solitary life again, although it was boring.

But luckily Tom is here...

at night.

After casting countless spells around him, Chris took out a book one by one from the drawer. He dug a hole in the book and cast a traceless stretching spell, which was similar to the method used to hide mobile phones a long time ago.

He took out the crown and poked Tom with his wand.

The black mist emerged and seemed to be in much better condition than last time, and he no longer stumbled when speaking...

"Draco Malfoy? Is that you? Are you here again?"

"I'm Dumbledore."

"Are you taking me for an idiot?" Tom yelled, and even though the communication was only in consciousness, Chris could still feel the nostril-less anger.

Thinking of how funny No Nostrils looked when angry, Chris really couldn't reconcile the contents of this tiara with Voldemort.

"I think we can talk." Black Mist slowly calmed down after the initial shock.

"Yeah, we can make a deal," Chris said. "How do you get out of the crown?"

"I said I can't escape, and now I'm very weak and need nourishment."

"Did you really curse the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts?" Chris asked curiously. He had never heard of such a curse that did not require any medium.

"I don't know. I'm just a separated part of my soul. I don't know many things."

Chris didn't find it strange that such a cut-off soul was destined to be damaged: "Tell us about the content of our transaction."

"I will provide you with nourishment, and you will tell me the dark magic you know."

Tom pondered for a while, seeming to be thinking about the pros and cons.

"Okay, but I need you to tell me first, how is my body doing now?"

"You're dead, and all your Horcruxes are gone. They were all killed by Dumbledore."

"..."