Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

The morning of August [-]st.

Chris took off his Auror trench coat and put on a luxurious looking gown.

The style is somewhat similar to Hufflepuff's college clothing. The black robe is trimmed with yellow cloth strips. If you look closely, you will find that the yellow threads are woven with gold threads.

Although the two of them didn't have many galleons, they had a lot of pounds.

Many things can be obtained in the Muggle world, and even if they are not available, they can be made to order.

Rich people in the Muggle world and paupers in the wizarding world make Chris and Diana's life a bit weird.

After Diana helped smooth the wrinkles on her clothes, she gently kissed her boyfriend of six years.

"Merlin bless you and wish you all the best, Chris."

Chris grinned: "If Merlin is useful, nothing will happen to those Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. What you want is a man who believes in you."

"Humph"

Diana slapped her reproachfully: "I know, every time you go on a mission, I will pray to the second brother Guan you mentioned. Maybe it really works. You have been safe and sound for so many years."

"Chris, you know what? I always blame myself for not being able to do anything to help you, for looking like a loser."

Diana hugged the person in front of her tightly, fearing that he would suddenly disappear.

"Haha, Diana, what's wrong with you? You were like a proud princess when I first met you. Let me think about it...Queen of Slytherin? Is that the title? This doesn't look like it. It's you. Don't worry, I will resolve your family's affairs in a peaceful way. After all, I kidnapped their most precious heir."

Chris raised Diana's chin and said wickedly.

After all, she was a girl in her early 20s, abandoning everything in her pureblood family and leaving with herself.

The uncertainty about the future makes her feel deeply powerless, unlike Chris, a time traveler who started in an orphanage and slashed a street.

Diana's face was a little blushing, and she looked at Chris affectionately and said, "No matter how noble the queen is, she will be impressed when she sees you falling from the sky in the Forbidden Forest."

Why did Diana, who was originally called the Queen of Slytherin, the heir to the Holy Pureblood Family, and the belle of Hogwarts, pursue Chris?

It’s a cliché story of a hero saving a beauty. When a fourth-grade girl encountered an xxxx-level magical creature in the Forbidden Forest and was at a loss what to do, Chris, who is known as the Forbidden Forest Ghost, fell from the sky and made this marriage happen.

Chris was able to graduate successfully thanks to Diana's use of her family's influence.

Otherwise Chris would have probably been dropped out of school in sixth grade.

"Okay, Diana. It's getting late, wait until I come back."

Chris walked downstairs to the fireplace, which was as shabby as the bar.

Fortunately, the operating principle of the Floo network relies on flames and Floo powder, and has nothing to do with the fireplace. Otherwise, it would be very worrying whether one can reach the destination safely.

Chris grabbed a handful of shiny floo powder, walked over to the stove and threw it in.

With a cry, the flame turned green.

Chris walked straight in and shouted "Hogwarts Headmaster's Office!"

In the blink of an eye the person was gone.

The world was spinning for a while, like the feeling of being stuffed into a cowhide tube and then stretched.

Not long after, by the time the surrounding space stabilized, Chris had already arrived.

The journey of more than 500 kilometers from London to Scotland takes place in just a split second.

"Long time no see, Mr. Will."

Chris arranged his robe and looked at the gray-haired old man sitting on the desk with a somewhat reserved smile. He walked up and quickly shook hands. The place he had left for three years came back in this way:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, long time no see."

Chris has always been in awe of this legendary magician, and he has not yet been able to see the tip of the iceberg of his strength.Chris had always avoided contact with Dumbledore, even after learning Occlumency in his fifth year.

His gaze seems to shine directly into your heart.

At this time, there was discussion around the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall of the principal's office.

"Chris Weir? Why did you, a naughty little guy, resign from the Ministry of Magic?"

Chris has a good reputation and is the reputable principal Evra.

This gentleman has portraits hanging in many places and often exchanges news.

"Is it because of the trick you made about the International Magician Association?"

Chris touched his nose and explained sheepishly:

"The United States Ministry of Magic broke its promise first, and I made this choice because I had no choice, sir."

Dumbledore interrupted and was about to say something. Evra: "Okay Evra, we are not discussing this matter today. Chris, please sit down."

"What do you need to drink? You must be very familiar with the things I have here." Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, his eyes drifted across the half-moon lenses and said with a smile.

"A cup of green tea, thank you." Chris said a little embarrassed.

The air surged quickly, and a cup of green tea emerged and floated to the table.

"Now can we talk about why you suddenly applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position? You know this is not an easy job. And if I am not mistaken, you resigned from the Ministry of Magic just to come to school."

"I think maybe the professorship at Hogwarts can ease the relationship between me and the MacMillan family." This was the statement that Chris had prepared long ago. The status of professors at Hogwarts is still very high in the wizarding world.

"I also know something about you and the MacMillan family, but unfortunately I can't give you good advice. After all, old man, I have been teaching in schools for many years." Dumbledore said with a regretful expression.

"Excuse me for your trouble, I can handle these myself." Chris smiled.

Dumbledore suddenly said: "However, in my opinion, this is not a very good reason. You became the top Auror of the Ministry of Magic two years after graduation, and with your prestige among Aurors, I want to be promoted." It’s an easy job.”

Chris looked at the most famous white wizard in this century looking at him with a half-smile.

Under the wise eyes, everything seems to be insignificant.

Chris lowered his head and sighed: "e=(?0?7o｀*))) Sigh... Professor Dumbledore, you must also know that my career as an Auror over the years has been very dangerous, right? Bar."

"Of course. In three years, 156 illegal dark wizards were arrested, including more than 20 Death Eaters who had escaped. A very exaggerated achievement must be accompanied by risks. Many Aurors did not reach half of your level until they retired."

"The dark wizards I have come into contact with are all hiding in corners, dormant in the shadows like snakes, waiting for the moment to burst out. I always feel that they are waiting for something!"

Chris looked up sharply at Dumbledore.