Settle at Hogwarts

"Amazing, right?"

Tabor nodded, a slight smile unconsciously appearing on his face.This is the first time he has seen such a young child, and it can be regarded as witnessing the birth of a new life.

"Indeed, I am more interested in the fertility potion. Professor, can you tell me what I need to add in the end?"

Dumbledore used the Levitation Charm to free his hands.

"There's nothing that can't be said. We still need to add the blood in the blood alliance. Each of them has a small phalange. In the end, they have to use a lot of magic power to conceive and raise him every day."

"Bones, blood, and magic power?"

Tabor was not surprised by the answer.Then he turned his attention to other places.

"By the way, does he have a name? And what's his last name?"

"Last name of course...Dumbledore."

Grindelwald's face was obviously not very good-looking, but he still said forcefully.

Seeing a certain Dark Lord's lack of confidence, Tabor suddenly understood the family status of the two.

Dumbledore took a deep look at Grindelwald, and then handed the child to him with great concern.

"I will ask a house elf to come and take care of you. Tubo, it's time for us to go back. We have classes tomorrow, and you have to watch the night tonight."

"Okay, Professor."

As if knowing that he could return to his master, Fawkes flew straight towards Tubb and Dumbledore, and the two of them quickly returned to Hogwarts.

"Tub, can you keep it a secret for me? Although it would be a little safer to let the child bear my surname, but if others find out about his connection with Grindelwald, a lot of trouble will come to him."

"Of course," Tabor originally had no interest in being a disseminator of information: "But you can't hide him forever, especially when he is locked up on the top floor of Nurmengard with Grindelwald."

Dumbledore stroked his beard with a chuckle: "Of course I won't hide him forever. In a few years, I will take him to Godric's Hollow."

Saying goodbye to the real Dumbledore, Tubbo walked slowly through the corridor.Looking at the energetic students around him, he suddenly felt that it was time for him to have a child.

The next moment, he saw Peeves holding two dung bombs floating past him.She kept winking at him, as if her eyelids were cramped.

The thought that arose just now was instantly dismissed. Children are troublesome, and so are imps!

Instead of thinking about these things, it is better to go to the auditorium to have dinner and listen to the gossip of professors and students.

"Tabor, I haven't seen you this afternoon. Originally, I wanted to ask you to go to Hogsmeade for a drink!"

Slughorn held the plate and sat next to Tabor, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

"Uncle, I just went out for a walk and tasted barbecued cold-water fish. You are looking for me because you are planning to hold another banquet."

Slughorn was not in a very good condition. The student he was optimistic about suddenly died, but he felt that this was probably related to a question and answer a few days ago.

"Tabor, come to my office after dinner. I want to talk to you about Tom."

The hand preparing to take the food paused slightly. Tubo looked at Slughorn's uneasy look and nodded.

Sitting on the familiar sofa in the office, Tabor closed the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping and then said: "Tom, he did want to make a Horcrux, but he did not succeed. Miss Warren was not killed."

Slughorn felt a little annoyed and pulled out the few hairs he had left: "It's all my fault. Maybe I shouldn't have told him so much."

"Uncle, you just have a preference for outstanding students! In fact, he also wanted to ask me for the approval slip for the restricted book area, but I didn't give it."

Tubo racked his brains to think of words of comfort, but found that his comfort had no effect. Slughorn seemed to believe that he talked too much and made the student go down the wrong path.

"Professor, Tom is gone. No one will know what you said to him."

Slughorn put his hand on the table with a wry smile and pulled out a bottle of fruit wine.

"Maybe! Over the years, most of the people I've been optimistic about have become successful. I didn't expect that one of the people I was most optimistic about couldn't even graduate from Hogwarts."

Tubber suddenly realized that although the job of professor at Hogwarts was considered respectable in the wizarding world, it was not a place that everyone liked.

If you love power, the Ministry of Magic is the place to show off your skills.As a graduate of Hogwarts, as long as your grades are good enough, there are many employment opportunities in Romania, Egypt and other countries.

As for talents with special talents in any area, they don't have to worry about work problems.

As a professor at Hogwarts, the actual salary is not high, but the requirements are not low.Unless you are someone who really enjoys teaching students, it is difficult to stay there for decades.

"Professor, this is just an accident. You still have so many outstanding students, don't you? I think there will be more in the future."

Slughorn stared at Tubber, his eyes a little confused: "Indeed, how are you doing recently? Have you encountered any problems?"

"Everything is going well, but it feels like there have been fewer and fewer students since the beginning of the year. I don't know how many years the alchemy class I restarted will last."

Slughorn drank quickly, and his face already showed a bit of drunkenness.

"Tabor, in my generation, Dumbledore is too dazzling. When Principal Dippet retires, he will definitely take over as principal. But you are still young. If you want to be promoted in the future, you still have to apply to teach a required course."

"Is it a required course?"

Tabor suddenly thought of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The original reserve professor Tom was eliminated by himself, and the long-lasting curse did not take effect.

So, should I continue to teach alchemy?Or find a successor and apply for a Defense Against the Dark Arts position?

Thinking back on the alchemy materials wasted by the students this year.Although most of them are not too expensive, Tabor still feels a little pity.

Especially in every grade, there are always a few students who lack self-awareness.A lot of materials were wasted, but no finished product was produced.As a professor, I cannot force them to be kicked out of my class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is different. Although it requires seven grade classes, the textbooks are readily available.Whatever props you need, you only need to wander around the Forbidden Forest to catch them.Compared to preparing alchemy materials, it is much easier.

"Besides, I don't actually have to be the principal. It would be nice to just be a professor."