[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire is not a pure-blood wizard in the usual sense.

Her father, Edward Lagerfeld, is the sole heir of the Lagerfeld family who have studied in Ravenclaw for generations. He was a Ravenclaw prefect when he was a student, and he was a famous scholar in the magic world after graduation. , served as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a short period of time, and later resigned because of his dedication to the protection of endangered magical creatures and the study of historical changes in offensive magic, and began to travel around the world.

And her mother, Rita Jones, was an ordinary person born in the United States, that is, a Muggle in the eyes of wizards.

About the story of her parents, Claire listened to her aunt Carly Jones. After graduating from medical university, the young Rita started a self-driving tour in California alone. She met Edward, who was researching local endangered magical creatures. Seeing love, regardless of the huge difference in status and environment, Rita gave up her good life and accompanied Edward to travel the world.

"Later, they had you." Carly Jones said, "When you were born, they didn't even register for marriage. Until their accidental death, they didn't even have an ordinary person's marriage certificate."

It took Claire a day to digest the fact that she was an illegitimate child in the world of ordinary people.

When she was not yet one year old, she was sent to Aunt Carly's house to live with her cousin Bruce Banner. When she was three years old, she had the first magic wave, which smashed all the junior high school physics homework that her cousin had just finished. At the age of 11, her cousin was admitted to Caltech, and she also received an admission letter from a dying owl across the Atlantic.

Claire has been in touch with Aunt Carly for so many years, but she is busy with work after graduation. She hasn’t visited Aunt Carly’s family in the United States for many years. She only heard that her cousin Bruce Banner got a nuclear physics engineering degree from Caltech. Doctor, start researching what kind of rays.

Some time ago, Aunt Carly wrote a letter, saying that there seemed to be something wrong with the mental state of her cousin Bruce recently. Bruce’s father died early, and Aunt Carly was getting older. She hoped that Claire could visit Bruce for a while.

Compared with Aunt Carly, Claire has less frequent contact with Bruce. In her impression, Bruce is a typical scholar-type character, taciturn, but extremely fanatical about his research projects.

It is estimated that there is something wrong with the research.

At that time, Claire already had the idea of ​​returning to the United States. The admission letter brought her into the world of wizards and let her know the last wish of her deceased father. In the next ten years, she became the number one wizard. A scholar of black magic theory, published "The Long Evolution of Offensive Magic in the Middle Ages to the Twentieth Century", and also became the current president of the Association for the Protection of Endangered Magical Animals founded by her father. She has fulfilled her father's last wish, and A teaching engagement with Headmaster Dumbledore...

...It is quite difficult to complete.

Once you've done what you need to do, you should go back and have a look.It's just that she felt that she had been out of touch with the Muggle world for too long, and it was difficult to integrate, so she still hesitated.

And after this teaching accident, she feels that there is no hesitation, no hesitation, all hesitation is a waste, and if this continues, even if she did not peep at the female student who fell and suffered a comminuted fracture, nor was she caught by a mermaid while fishing in the Black Lake. In the water, the huge chandelier will also fall down from the cross-bar ceiling, hitting her who is in class.

... This is the curse of the most powerful dark wizard!

Compared with the cursed teacher position and the students who are constantly messing around every day, those bouncing, lively and lovely Muggle children in my impression are simply Merlin's gift-oh, Muggles seem to be described as angels of God.

Claire has always been known for her swiftness and resoluteness. She just wanted to resign, so she asked her black cat, Irina, to bring a stack of parchment from her room, and she borrowed a quill and ink from Madam Pomfrey. , So he immersed himself in writing, even ignoring the hanging legs and the faint smell of Houttuynia cordata in his mouth.

Her first letter was to Aunt Carly. Now that she is determined to return to America to live an ordinary Muggle life, the most important thing is to find a job.Although she is a well-known scholar in the wizarding world, she knows little about the Muggle world, and she has made up her mind to study again.

Thinking of this, she solemnly wrote a sentence at the end of her letter to Aunt Carly, "I hope Aunt Carly can help me find a job. The working environment is relatively simple. It is strange, but I believe that I will be able to blend in perfectly."

The owl who served as the messenger this time seemed to know that his future was to cross the entire Atlantic Ocean. His eyes were as desperate as Claire's when Professor Flitwick had just moved him to the hospital wing with the floating spell. Claire snatched a stick from Elena's claw. The chicken strips were thrown high, and the owl immediately flapped its wings and flew up, accurately catching the chicken strips, and hurriedly flew out of the window of the medical wing before Elena caught it.

Elena grunted a few times angrily, and Claire softly rubbed her head, then looked down at the remaining parchment, and began to think about how to write a resignation letter.

It's just that as a newcomer who was unemployed after graduation and didn't have her first official job until a year ago, she has no experience in writing a resignation letter.

She didn't hold back a word until the ink on the quill dried up.

It was already night at Hogwarts Castle at this time, and the medical wing was 10 minutes away from the nearest Ravenclaw Tower. Without those noisy students, it was almost as quiet as a school.

Claire threw the blank parchment aside and buried herself in the quilt: "Let's talk to the principal."

At noon the next day, Madam Pomfrey removed the plaster cast on Claire's leg. Claire supported the iron frame at the head of the bed, and tentatively put her right leg on the ground. After she didn't feel any pain, she felt relieved. stood up.

Madam Pomfrey nodded with a smile: "Snape's potion is indeed very effective."

Although Clare wanted to emphasize that it was "Professor Snape's strong coriander flavor" potion, she still had to admit that without the potion master, she would have been in bed for at least a week.

Elena circled around her feet, raised her tail high to touch her knees, she bent down and hugged Elena in her arms, and then saw two hunched teenagers sweeping the floor with brooms at the door of the ward At first, she felt that the two teenagers looked familiar. When she saw the red gold and silver green ties tied around their necks, she realized that they were the two thorns that caused the student riots in her classroom the day before. They are Toby, who is in the sixth grade of Gryffindor, and Ethan, who is in the sixth grade of Slytherin.

Following her gaze, Madam Pomfrey saw two pitiful teenagers sweeping the floor with a broom, and said with a smile: "These two students were caught by Professor Snape during the night tour last night, and they were punished to go to the hospital today. Wing to perform labor services."

"Night tour?" Claire couldn't believe it, "Gryffindor and Slytherin?"

"Yes." Madam Pomfrey nodded, "I was caught under the medical wing."

"What are they doing in the medical wing?" Claire asked, "Do you feel the comfort of the hospital bed?"

The smile in Madam Pomfrey's eyes deepened: "After you have been a teacher for a few more years, you will probably understand."

Claire shook her head immediately: "No, no, no, the profession of a teacher is too scary. No matter what, I don't want to be a teacher anymore."

After Claire took off the hospital gown in the medical wing and put on a wizard robe, she hugged Elena in her arms and walked directly from the medical wing to the principal's office.

On the way, she met the two Toby and Ethan who had already cleaned the terrace garden. After careful observation, she called out the model of the broom they used to sweep the floor without any mistakes: "Nimbus two thousand?"

The Seeker who crashed into her window at that time was riding a Nimbus [-]. Since then, she is very familiar with this model of broomstick, as long as she sees the handle, she can recognize it at a glance.

Ethan looked at Toby, then at Claire, and nodded.

"You guys are willing to use two thousand light wheels to sweep the floor." Claire raised her eyebrows.

"It was...Professor Snape's request," Toby muttered.

"Oh." Claire nodded. It's understandable that Snape asked the night tour students to use their light wheels to sweep the floor for two thousand. That guy's performance in flying class was not very good when he was a student, especially for Quidditch. Abhorred.

The two teenagers who were even taller than Claire looked at each other and bumped elbows, then lowered their heads and whispered, "I'm sorry, Professor Lagerfeld, we will definitely not make trouble again!"

Claire stared at them for a while, then said slowly, "I don't believe it."

"..."

"If I want to believe that Professor Snape will become the headmaster of Hogwarts one day, I am willing to believe that if I want to believe that Slytherin and Gryffindor can help each other, I believe not only me, but also Headmaster Dumbledore Believe me." Claire said, "Next, I will go to the principal's office and ask for my resignation. For the rest of this semester's courses..." She paused, then suddenly thought of the potion full of strong coriander smell, and the corner of her mouth curled into a twitch. He smiled warmly, "I will ask Professor Snape to temporarily take up Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"No!" The two teenagers looked frightened.

When Claire came to Dumbledore's office, the old man was drinking pumpkin juice while looking at the documents on the table. As soon as Irina entered the door, she wanted to rush to the phoenix Fox standing on the shelf. Fox flapped his wings, and from The shelf fell onto Dumbledore's shoulders.

Dumbledore greeted her with a smile and said, "Are you here to read a book with me, or..." He pointed to a portrait hanging on the wall, "Talk about life with your great-grandfather?"

Claire looked in the direction he was pointing. On the wall covered with picture frames, almost all the principals in the portraits were dozing with their eyes closed. Only an old man with gray temples in the middle picture frame still had his eyes open, looking serious. Looking at Dumbledore and Claire who just walked in.

That was an ancestor of the Lagerfeld family. He served as the headmaster of Hogwarts for ten years in the last century. It is said that he was upright and upright. He was a full-fledged workaholic. He passed away when he was the headmaster. The day before his death Still worrying about the students.

"Claire, your great-grandfather, is monitoring me every day to see if I'm being lazy." Dumbledore said with a smile, "'Students are everything in the wizarding world', that's what the headmaster Lagerfeld said back then, As a junior, you must be under a lot of pressure."

Claire looked at the great-grandfather in the portrait, then at Dumbledore, and suddenly felt that it was a very stupid decision for her to come to the principal's office to resign.

Even if her workaholic great-grandfather was in the portrait, he would definitely scold her bloody.

Claire laughed twice: "The legacy of the ancestors, don't dare or forget."

Dumbledore nodded, then smiled and said, "Is Claire looking for something for me today?"

"I..." Just as Claire spoke, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the ancestor hanging on the wall. At this time, the ancestor's eyes were extremely sharp, like a goshawk that had locked its prey.

Claire's "want to quit" slipped back into her stomach.

At this time, she heard the sound of the door opening behind her, followed by two breathless young voices: "Principal, principal! Professor Lagerfeld is going to resign! He wants Professor Snape to take over! Can you stop her?" Bar!"

Claire: "..."

Without turning her head, she could already feel a knife-like light beside her.