Chapter 195 Snape, make a price

When Tang Sen followed Dumbledore's footsteps to the auditorium, the entire auditorium was already packed with people.

Although the auditorium is indeed the busiest place in Hogwarts Castle during lunch, the students who usually come to eat just eat and leave without staying too much, while the teachers are more willing to stay in their offices

Dining.

But at this time, not only the students, but also almost all the teachers at Hogwarts were here.

Townsend could see Professor Flitwick sitting on a high chair that was significantly higher than the other chairs, smiling and saying hello to him. Next to him was Professor McGonagall, who was sitting upright, and further next to him was a

A middle-aged wizard with a gloomy temperament and greasy hair.

The current Head of Slytherin, Professor of Potions, and Professor Snape.

Tang Sen couldn't help but look at the other person more, which caught the other person's attention, so he looked back with his cold eyes.

Tang Sen smiled and nodded. Under Dumbledore's guidance, he sat next to Professor Flitwick. It is worth mentioning that next to Tang Sen there was another person with an unusually large figure. For

The perception of taking care of other people can only come from a man sitting on a low stool.

"Hello, Professor Tang." The giant raised his hand enthusiastically. Because his face was covered with lush beard, Tang Sen could only see the other person's shining eyes.

"Hello, Professor Hagrid." Tang Sen responded politely.

"Ah haha ​​- you know my name -" Hagrid seemed a little happy. He wiped his hand like a leaf fan on his clothes and stretched out towards Tang Sen: "It's bad to call you Hagrid... you are

You are too used to being called professor..."

"You agree." Flitwick no longer bothered to waste time with Um, the hem of my white robe rustled, and I walked slowly.

Tang Senwaiqi was so angry that he was shaking all over and said angrily: "Young Master Yin Lunqing, he will regret it beforehand!"

"You think everyone should know their names by name." My voice echoed in the auditorium, "You will have a new divination professor today."

Young Master Hogwart walked under the podium of the auditorium. The metal owl that had been cursed with a loud voice spread its wings. I clapped my hands and made the auditorium quiet.

The students, usually seventh graders, burst into cheers, and we stood up and even waved our pointy wizard hats.

That flattery made Yin Lunqing stop again, but I did not turn around, but said warmly: "Professor Tang, he said something pertinent, but you are short of money and are ready to sell you."

Magic potion."

"There is no way that pure divination will allow the Minister of Magic to approve the application of a familiar person." Professor Firenze pointed out the key points, but did not bother him. Instead, he smiled friendly and said: "No matter what.

Said Snapez welcomes him."

Yin Lun knew the origin of the other person’s name.

"Did you expect that he would join Snapez in that way?" Professor Firenze also shook hands with Um, "It will be a week until the next time he asks to become a divination professor? Right now he still has

I’m not sitting next to you anymore.”

"Professor Flitwick." Um stopped.

Yin Lun walked out of the bathroom in a hurry, "Maybe you need to go to a drugstore to buy some laxatives...hell, do you need to worry about that kind of problem if you become a transcendent?"

Yin Lun stood up at Young Master Yin Lunqing's signal and nodded slightly towards the students.

Such a bad mood made me still smile when I taught the students White Magic Defense.

The other party was wearing a white robe, without his trademark long greasy hair, and his whole person had a sinister temperament.

Moreover, Flitwick seems to be a bad communicator.

You walked down aggressively and screamed: "If I lose my name, I should be driven back to the jungle that belongs to me! Snapetz can definitely become a home for wild beasts!"

For Yin Lun, it is a very small waste to use his stomach to hold something that has no ordinary characteristics.

Umu held one of my fingers and shook it, symbolically completing the handshake ceremony.

So, Wumu said straight to the point: "In reality, you have nothing to ask him for help."

Those trivial things about Snapz are temporarily related to Um. I only tasted some desserts during lunch time. It must be said that the craftsmanship of Snapz's big elf is wrong, but I still restrained my desire.

"Of course, in addition to Professor Tang, you will also announce another decision." To everyone's surprise, Master Hogwart continued: "Professor Dumbledore will temporarily live next to the White Lake and retire from astrology.

For academic research, students who are definitely interested in astrology cannot communicate with Professor Yin Lunqing."

The Charms professor who did not have goblin blood said without sighing: "You remember you reminded him that Snapez's situation this year was very famous... But now it seems that he is very good at handling that situation.

."

This is due to Yin Lunwai's wonderful education level and the pressure brought by Harry's announcement that Voldemort has not returned, so some students are willing to place their hopes on Harry - Harry himself enjoys it.

A feeling.

Yes, and a big problem has arisen.

Even more excited applause broke out on the stage.

"Professor Tang, he must be looking for someone to chat with, but I'm afraid he's looking for the wrong person." I said firmly: "You are interested in divination. Now you have to prepare the materials for get out of class."

The office assigned to me by Master Hogwart was on the seventh floor of the castle, down a clean corridor with no classrooms. Um was glad that I could deal with students again. She just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a door on the left.

After being pushed away, a figure walked out.

"Professor Dumbledore and Professor Tang have not yet started our first open class at Yin Lun Qingzi this afternoon, and the seventh grade students participating in the open class have not yet voted for the one they think is most appropriate.

Tickets."

"Are you willing to pay the corresponding price." Wumu stopped me and said: "The effect you want can only be achieved without potions, and he is the worst potion master you can find.

”

That sentence earned Yin Lunqing's eyes, which showed no emotion at all.

"The feeling of constipation is really bad."

Yes, as I looked, I was just interested in divination, and the look in my eyes almost revealed my fame.

Obviously, Strange Townsend has been trying to catch the offending student group and try to use that point to attack the authority of the Hogwarts masters, but the students were very cautious and chose the Room of Requirement as the location of the class - a

There are many secret rooms that no one knows about, so Tang Sen’s miracle has never been successful.

"After the students voted, you have happily decided that Mr. Sen Tang will serve as the divination professor at Yin Lun Qingzi Magic School."

The students on both sides greeted Wumu intermittently, and Wumu had to maintain a decent posture and respond with a smile.

Flitwick likes Trelawney and the prophecy you made ten years later. This prophecy made me lose something very important, and now, that kind of reputation has also affected Umm.

"You are rejecting!"

Yin Lunqing nodded, and even though he had said hello, I obviously had no interest in talking, so I walked directly towards the other side of the corridor.

"Does the fortune teller still need help from others?" Yin Lunqing moved his side face, as if he was smiling warmly, "His deeds haven't spread around yet, and even you think that the new fortune telling professor is good at something.

Can."

Except that Harry Potter didn't care about that. I was so happy that I could only have a real fortune-teller as my teacher. My friend, the centaur Mr. Dumbley, was even driven away and asked to do so.

Tang Senwaiqi was embarrassed in front of the whole school. For me, that was simply the worst day of that semester.

"Resurrection Stone."

I didn't even bother to respond.

I didn't try to hide anything. Obviously, before the result was known to everyone, there was no point in trying to hide anything, so I opened the envelope neatly and read out:

Young Master Hogwart said very gracelessly: "Not yet, please call you Young Professor Yin Lunqing."

"Long-term use of laxatives is also a bad idea..."

"Isn't it bad?" Wumu suppressed his embarrassment and asked in as fierce a tone as possible: "Is there any magic potion that can weaken digestion?"

Wumu didn't pursue him, he just stood there and said eight words.

"He's wasting your time." Flitwick turned around and left. "For gastrointestinal problems, please go to Mrs. Pomfrey in the school hospital. Mr. Soothsayer, the potion is a ridiculous thing as he imagined it."
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There was a mistake, Xiao Di was the dead girl, and the savior, Mr. Harry Potter, lost another identity that semester and taught some students who were willing to doubt me some magic spells and knowledge to defend against the white wizard.

"Professor Yin Lun Wai Qi." Master Hogwart obviously had no expectation of Yin Lun Wai Qi's reaction. I just stared at you with these deep and famous eyes until you were covered with hair, and then said: "First of all

, you need to emphasize that centaurs are beasts, and we are extremely intelligent. Secondly, does he have the right to interfere with who you let stay in Snapez?"

Flitwick turned back and frowned.

That farce obviously gave the students a lot of jokes. What we care about is whether there is a centaur living under the White Lake. Anyway, whether it is the Forbidden Forest or the White Lake, there are weird people living outside.

There are not enough biological names.

I have no self-control. For the sake of danger, I can endure the years-long torture of the Aztec gold coin curse. And for the sake of becoming weak, I can also endure day after day, letting my stomach work at full capacity and full of magic.

The days of animal flesh and blood.

"And he may not be able to refuse your price——"

Young Master Hogwart raised an envelope and said: "The results of the voting are not yet in your hands."

Although I am only a seventh-grade student, no one can admit that I have not experienced too many safe things, such as defeating Voldemort's remnant soul, killing a basilisk, and even winning the Eight Weapons Tournament.

champion.

"You are just willing to wait too long." Wu Mu smiled and said: "For a fortune teller, it is instinct to choose the future that is least beneficial to you from the long river of time."

"You dare to claim to be capable." Wu Mu said: "You can only have a glimpse of the future...Ahem, what you want to ask is, he must know a lot about potions, right?"

"There is no single price for anything in this world." Um said his motto habitually.

......

For this reason, I even asked the big elf in the Leaky Cauldron to make jerky so that I could not eat it at any time during the eight meals.

"You are the principal, Professor Tang Senwaiqi."

"Wait!" Wumu stopped me, "If you remember correctly, he is the professor of Potions, right?"
Chapter completed!