Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Cynthia happily came behind Tver and helped him take off his coat.

"Thank you." No matter how many times he said it, Tver would be pleasantly surprised by her thoughtfulness. "Actually, you don't have to do this every time."

Cynthia ignored his words and hung up her coat, then put her hands on his back and pushed him slightly.

"Come and see," the girl said excitedly, "I have prepared a lot of delicious food for you!"

Tver was pushed to the table and was indeed surprised by such a sumptuous dinner.

"I know you've already had dinner, so I'll leave the roasted turkey to the teacher, and the desserts -"

"Why is there only one portion of pudding left?!"

Cynthia immediately set her sights on the first suspect.

"Stop standing there," Grindelwald pretended not to hear and waved to Tver, "Are you very happy being a professor now? You even prepared gifts for the students." 7K妏婩

Tver smiled and pulled the angry girl to sit down together before facing the teacher.

"I played a game and promised the winning student that I would give them a Christmas gift."

Cynthia put the last piece of pudding in front of him and asked with great interest: "What game is it?"

Grindelwald also looked at him with a hint of interest.

"Thank you."

Tver introduced the game to the two of them.

"Actually, it's just a simple snowball fight game, mainly to cultivate students' understanding of advanced magic. After all, the sooner the better."

Grindelwald showed a clear look on his face. This was how he taught Tver in the first place. After he learned the Iron Armor Curse and the Severe Fire Curse, he asked him to try the fire escape spell.

Originally, I just wanted to let him experience the feeling of fusion of different magics, so as to deepen his understanding of magic spells.

Unexpectedly, it only took Tver one afternoon to initially master the magic of fire escape, which he was proud of...

This was also the first time he realized strongly that Tver was not a lucky boy who accidentally broke into Nurmengard, but the heir given to him by God!

"Planning to train your cronies from Hogwarts students?"

"Not necessarily. The combat capabilities of Hogwarts students are weaker than Durmstrang's, but they have studied more in other magics."

Tver took a bite of the pudding, and the fragrant lemon fragrance bloomed in his mouth, making his eyes slightly narrowed, showing a very satisfied look.

Grindelwald was noncommittal. He was good at black magic and transfiguration, but he would not discriminate against white magic, especially since someone had defeated him with white magic.

Cynthia was very happy, not only because of Tver's satisfaction with the pudding, but also because of his attention to white magic.

Ever since they met in the first grade, Tver has been studying all kinds of magic, the most bizarre of which is black magic!

Even in Durmstrang, no students would study like this in first grade!

Fortunately, every time he studied black magic, he would chat with her, letting her understand that his heart was not corroded by black magic, and she gradually felt at ease.

However, it is better not to go too deep into the black magic. Even Durmstrang did not dare to mention those extreme black magic.

Thinking of this, Cynthia glared angrily at an old senior who was expelled because the black magic he studied was too evil during school.

If you don’t teach Tver those black magic tricks, I’ll make lemon-flavored snacks for you every day!

"By the way," Tver suddenly said, "I found that some students there are very special.

Some have weak will to cast spells due to lack of memory, and some have weak connections in will due to twins. The souls of these people are very interesting. Studying them will allow me to——"

"Bangdang."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, my hand just slipped for a moment." Cynthia quickly picked up her knife and fork.

Grindelwald's eyes were filled with pride. When it came to soul research, this student could be said to have surpassed him long ago.

As for evil, isn't it just right for him?

"Hogwarts has relatively more students and is more tolerant. I think you should be able to achieve a subtle effect through Muggle-born students?"

Twil was a little surprised. The teacher had always had a natural and mild hostility towards Muggles, but he didn't expect that he would make such a suggestion now.

"Your idea is very good. I also think we need to win over the middle of the Muggles and wizards. They will be our biggest supporters."

"It's you," Grindelwald showed a relieved smile, "This era will eventually belong to you, Tver."

"It's not you," Cynthia emphasized seriously, "it's us, Tver and me."

After saying that, everyone laughed happily, and after a while they continued to enjoy the sumptuous dinner.

To be honest, there is a gap between Cynthia's craftsmanship and Tver's father, but it is much better than his mother.

Thinking of the La Morra fish soup he had finished before coming here, his desire to taste the cake decreased a little.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?" Cynthia immediately asked with concern.

"Not really," Tver smiled back, "It's just that considering there are so many dishes here, I guess I'll have to eat them until Christmas comes."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows excitedly, "Why don't you just rest here tonight, I can help you clean up the room!"

As soon as she finished speaking, before Tver could answer, she flew upstairs like a hard-working bee.

"Your vacation shouldn't be short, why not stay here and chat with me?" Grindelwald also suggested.

"Of course," Tver said, "It just so happens that I also have questions to ask the teacher."

"Oh?" The old man put down the knife and fork in his hand unexpectedly. Since last year, Tver had no more questions to ask him.

"What problem bothers you? Let's talk about it and let's study it together."

"It's a soul. If I give it life force and help him build a body, how can I completely control it?"

"Is it a body built by life force?" Grindelwald pondered for a while, "This kind of body is very dependent on the continuous supply of life force, and it cannot be controlled by controlling the source of life?"

"He is also very good at absorbing life force. Once he lets go, he can go find the wizard who supplies him with life force."

Grindelwald realized what Tweel was talking about as a soul. He smiled contemptuously, with a hint of ruthlessness in his tone. He could vaguely see the shadow of the Dark Lord who made the whole world fear him.

"You know the unbreakable oath, right? Bind his soul in a similar way, and destroy him once he goes against your will!"

"I remember that this method is very damaging to the soul, right?"

Tver hesitated for a moment. He had learned the method of imprinting a soul from his teacher, but it was for living people. He did not dare to guarantee whether there would be any accidents if he did this to an unprotected soul.

Grindelwald didn't care, and even said disdainfully: "Didn't you say that that powerful idiot has several souls? At most, I can use whichever one survives."