Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

"The weak talk about fairness, the strong only talk about conquest, Tver!"

"But teacher, the mercy of the strong is also equal."

……

July, Durmstrang.

This is not a big school. Its castle only has four floors. Even in the daytime, it is eerie inside.

On the contrary, Durmstrang preferred orange and green to decorate the towers and vaults. This magnificent and solemn style has a unique charm.

Just like the students here, they study black magic and are also proficient in defense. Spears and shields coexist.

Tver Foley stood on the top floor of the castle, leaning on the railing, overlooking the place where he had lived for seven years.

A small castle does not mean that the school is small. In fact, Durmstrang has vast grounds and stunning views.

In front of the castle is a gladiatorial arena used to practice magic. Just like a traditional gladiatorial arena, there is a duel competition for each grade every month.

There is also a dueling match for the whole school, but that is at the end of the school year, to determine the winner of the final cup.

Thinking of this, Tver couldn't help but laugh.

"From today on, you can finally compete for first place."

Yes, since coming to Durmstrang, Terville has lost to upperclassmen except for the first three years.

In the next four years, he was undoubtedly the first.

But now, they finally have a chance to taste what it's like to get first place. .seven

"Tver, do you really want to leave here? But the principal said that as long as you are willing, the school can directly hire you as a professor."

"You know Durmstrang is perfect for you!"

A boy with a shaved head appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing only single clothes. With his rapid breathing, water droplets on his body kept running across his strong body and dripping onto the floor.

Tver turned around, no matter how many times he saw him, he could not help but sigh at the boy's burly figure.

But he doesn't have to shave his head, which is an advantage. After all, the strong always have privileges.

"Are you going swimming again, Viktor? Be careful of getting older as you swim."

Viktor shook the water on his head angrily, wanting to retaliate against the other party in this way.

Not only was the other party's handsome appearance, but the dark circles faintly visible under his eyelids seemed to be frozen in place.

It's been like this since the day they met.

Tver snapped his fingers, and the water droplets sprinkled by Viktor were blocked between them, and then flew back at a faster speed, hitting Viktor's body with crackling sounds.

Viktor was not annoyed and waved his hand to cover his face. Water droplets had no effect on a strong body anyway.

Anyway, the other party won't treat him like this again.

"Study hard, Viktor," Tver patted him on the shoulder, "I have decided to go to that school. There will still be a chance to meet again in the future."

"But I heard that you refused there seven years ago and came to Durmstrang?" Viktor's expression was a little anxious.

"I have a reason why I have to come here, and I have a reason why I have to leave here."

Saying goodbye to Viktor, Tver walked slowly in the castle, recalling his seven years of study life.

This seems to be a procedure that all graduates must have.

Durmstrang is considered a dangerous school by outsiders.

Actually, it is.

But underneath this danger are adequate protective measures in schools.

The most direct feature is that here is the best black magic treatment hospital, which can perfectly handle most of the damage caused by black magic.

During the first three years of every student's arrival at the school, they focus on learning rescue magic and defensive magic.

Only in the fourth year will they be exposed to black magic, and it is black magic within the regulations.

If the research is too deep, the evil thoughts are too strong, and the black magic studied is too dangerous, even Durmstrang will not condone it.

Simply because there is no way to save him.

But for outsiders, studying black magic is already an unforgivable sin, and they won't care about their explanation that "only by studying can you know how to defend."

Of course, this is also due to the school’s “honorary alumni”.

Tver greeted the students in a friendly manner. In this school, there were as many students who did not know him as those who did not study black magic.

After dealing with some friends, he slowly returned to the dormitory where he had lived for seven years.

The layout here is the same as when I first arrived seven years ago, clean and tidy, with suitcases neatly placed next to the bed.

Only this time they were leaving.

This is the first day of their graduation and the last day of their stay at school. The roommates have already gone their separate ways.

But he can't leave yet.

Tver changed out of his blood-red robe and put on more casual clothes.

Thanks to her slender body, no matter what kind of clothes she puts on, she always looks just right.

Smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes, Tver sat quietly sideways on the familiar bed, sitting as tall and straight as a graduate going for an interview.

This can be regarded as an advantage he learned in Durmstrang.

In the silent dormitory, the only sound was the sound of him fumbling with the badge with his fingers. The rustling sound showed his inner unrest.

He was waiting for a letter, an important reply.

Time passed by little by little, and finally, the sound of "click" outside the window broke the tranquility here and also broke his thoughts.

Tver's heart skipped a beat.

It was a strong owl. It was very tired after coming all the way, but it still stood dutifully outside the window and tapped the glass with its hard beak.

Tver waved his wand, and the window opened automatically, allowing the owl to fly in.

The owl stood firmly on the chair and stretched out a foot towards Tver, with a letter tied to it.

A letter from Hogwarts.

Tver quickly decoded the letter.

Written on the surface of the envelope was his name and address:

Scandinavia,

Durmstrang College,

On the far left side of the second floor of the student dormitory,

Mr. Turville Foley.

He chuckled.

This letter was the same as seven years ago. Except for the different address, it was as accurate as obsessive-compulsive disorder. It made him feel like he had gone back to his previous life and had a strong expectation of receiving the Hogwarts admission notice.

On the back was the Hogwarts emblem that he was very familiar with.

He couldn't wait to open the envelope and take out the letter inside:

Dear Mr. Turville Foley.

We are pleased to inform you that your application for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Teaching Assistant has been accepted and the interview will be held at 10am on July 31st.

At that time, you will be interviewed by Professor Quirrell and Professor Dumbledore, so please prepare in advance.

We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 10th.

In addition, you can choose to apparate to the school gate, or use Floo powder to enter the school, and someone will guide you.

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.