Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Accompanied by the sound of clanking machinery, a low-end roller coaster-like vehicle used for vaults stopped at the door of a small vault.

The goblin slowly took out a key, not caring at all about his customer service attitude.

Behind the vault door lay a pitiful little stack of gold galleons.

20 Galleons and 5 Sickles were the only remaining assets of Chris and Diana.

By the way, there is also one month's salary owed to him by the Ministry of Magic. After excluding all formalities, he may still have more than 100 gold galleons in his hands.

This kind of thing is unavoidable. The Ministry of Magic has too many procedures for corruption. This is the treatment that Chris only gets as a top Auror. Whether he can get the money after leaving his job depends on other guys.

The goblin's long fingers passed over it, grabbed a few gold coins, turned around, put them in a bag and threw them to Chris, and said with a dark face:

"Mr. Will, all your property is here, 20 gold galleons and 5 silver Sickles. If it is confirmed, let's leave."

Damn, what a service attitude.

Chris was a little unhappy. When the nostrils came out after two years, I had to contact a few people to pretend to be Death Eaters to do it. Several old guys I knew had long been extremely disgusted with goblins.

Wait until Chris walks out of this place filled with the stench of money and breathes a sigh of relief.

He said viciously in his heart: "Just wait, I will come back again."

Weighing the Galleons in his pocket, he had to do another thing.

At the entrance of a dilapidated shop, the golden signboard is somewhat dilapidated.

The inescapable Ollivander: He has been making staffs since 380 BC.

After walking in, I randomly found a place to do it. Chris had been here many times and was very familiar with it.

"Good morning. Oh! Who is this? Chris, my valued client, we meet again."

"Yes, Ollivander, I feel that the quality of your things is getting worse and worse. How long has it been this time? Two months!" Chris said, pulling out a wand from his left forearm.

"Dear Auror, you can doubt my charges, but you cannot doubt my staff-making skills. You Aurors are loyal customers of my shop, and I have always provided you with the highest quality service."

"Okay, don't flatter yourself. To us, your blood-sucking level is on par with the goblins of Gringotts."

"emm...I wonder what went wrong this time?"

Chris handed over the wand in his hand: "It's cracked. I hope it can last longer this time."

Ollivander took the wand and looked at it carefully, his nose almost touching it.Occasionally, a little wonder burst out from his silver-white eyes.

"I'm surprised Chris. The wands made of blackthorn wood are very hard, and the tail feathers of the phoenix can withstand huge magical infusions. Did you fight with someone else? There's a bit of a burnt smell on its cracks. It's a very powerful one. Opponent Chris?"

Chris spread his hands indifferently: "Just tell me if it can be repaired."

"Of course!" Ollivander put down his wand and said with a smile, "16 galleons."

Depend on!

Chris cursed secretly, this old vampire.The 20 Galleons I just took out will be spent in the blink of an eye.

"How long do I need to wait?"

"Quick, what do you need a drink Chris?"

"coffee."

"Sorry, Chris. I don't have Muggle drinks here." Ollivander spread his hands to express his helplessness.

"Then have a cup of green tea." Chris said impatiently.

The money that had not yet been kept warm suddenly bottomed out in an instant, which made Chris feel very bad. He hoped that the Delix guy would do things faster.

"Then you sit here for a while, and I will fix it for you soon, ensuring that he is the same as before." After speaking, Ollivander turned and walked into the room. Before leaving, he used his wand to summon a cup of green tea and placed it on the table.

Chris picked up the cup and took a sip, then sat there and closed his eyes to meditate.

He has become a regular customer of this wand-making shop since he became an Auror. He bought all three wands here, except for the first one, which was given to every Hogwarts student at a discount and only cost seven galleons. In addition, the other two cost a full 50 Galleons each.

Including the successive repairs of the wand, he spent a lot of gold Galleons on this, and no Auror would be stingy on this expense.

I don’t know how long I waited, but just when Chris was drowsy, Ollivander finally walked out of the room.

"Thank you for your honor, Mr. Will. It's exactly the same as before." Ollivander said easily, looking at Chris' questioning eyes.

Chris nodded and was about to take the wand when Ollivander said again:

"Did you know? Blackthorn wood is not common. Most of the people who use it are Aurors and Death Eaters. It has a very good effect on releasing powerful magic and dark magic. But I just discovered it when I was repairing it. There are no traces of fighting with black magic this time, but I feel the power of thunder and lightning...a huge power of thunder and lightning."

Ollivander's silver eyes blinked.

Chris calmly withdrew the wand: "Old guy, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Do you want your heir to come out and sell the wand early? That will make you lose money and lament that Merlin's pants are gone."

Ollivander was a little frightened by Chris's attitude, and withdrew his hand, feeling unable to place it:

"Oh! Mr. Will, no offense intended. You know that as a professional wand maker, you always like to delve into the details of the wand."

"Humph"

Chris dropped a small bag of gold galleons and walked out.

Ollivander looked at Chris going away and fell into deep thought, and said to himself in an undetectable voice:

"Magical traces that I have never seen before, powerful thunder and lightning...Interesting, Chris, I think you might come again because of the same problem?"

Chris returned to the Leaky Cauldron without stopping along the way. Diana was sitting in the corner of the bar downstairs, idly petting a cat.

"Chris, you're back. How are things going?" Diana put down the cat in her hand and pushed a cup of coffee in front of Chris, who had just sat down.

You bring your own coffee. Basically no one in the wizarding world drinks this. Diana knew that her boyfriend liked to drink it and brought a lot of it.

"It's okay, it's all done. We still have four galleons and five kilos left."

"Haha, this is really a surprise." Diana joked with a smile.

"Hmm, I hope the Ministry of Magic can give me more salary." Chris said after taking a sip of coffee.

"By the way, I received a letter from Dumbledore not long after you left. He asked you to go to the principal's office on August [-]st. He wanted to talk to you about your salary and Lockhart. That morning he There will be an open fireplace and you can just go over there.”