The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

July 1991, British Isles, next to Lake Windermere.

"Ricardo... In fact, our whole family believes in you."

Fleur Delacour looked at the scene across the table and couldn't laugh or cry:

The 17-year-old tutor Ricardo Silva skillfully used the summoning spell to put away the hidden magic camera, then closed the alchemy recording pen in the briefcase, and finally put away the "Combat Magic Analysis" and the draft book, politely Bowed.

"The camera recorder is for storing evidence, hiding it is to prevent you from getting distracted, and sitting across from you is also to avoid suspicion. These are the habits I want to cultivate as a tutor." Ricardo said seriously.

Of course, it is more about listening and reviewing, understanding and improving your own communication level.

After saying that, the two were silent for a long time, and finally Fleur broke the silence: "So... this is the last time you teach me?"

"That's not necessarily the case," Ricardo said. "I will send you a set of test papers every month, and I will come to your home to take the final test next summer."

"Who said I can't control you after tutoring? Your teacher will still be your teacher."

"..."

Fleur was completely speechless. She took out a book from her schoolbag and threw it at Ricardo: "I've copied Mr. Nicolés Flamel's "Alchemy Notes: Magic Chapter" for you. Here it is."

Ricardo took the book, flipped through a few pages, and raised his head in surprise: "Manuscript? So your fancy calligraphy was learned from Mr. Flamel?"

His tone was a little heavy, so heavy that it made you want to punch him: "If you don't learn from others' good points, why not learn their handwriting? Do you know what level they are at, and what level you are at..."

"I copied this by hand, okay!" Fleur interrupted Ricardo's education loudly, "Principal Maxim didn't allow me to take me out of her office, so it took me ten days to finish copying!"

"I asked you why your last monthly exam performance declined!!!"

Furong: "..."

"However, you have your heart set on it, so I won't give you any homework today."

Ricardo looked at Fleur who was in self-doubt and chuckled. He put away his briefcase and took out a few cards from his pocket: "I'm going back to wait for the application. I'll give you a few things as a souvenir of the last lesson."

Fleur picked up the card and looked at it curiously "What is this?"

"This is a card I developed. I inject a few spells into it and release it during battle to achieve unexpected effects."

The corners of Ricardo's mouth turned up, and he walked towards the door in a good mood.

"I am currently researching this project and have only made these few experimental products. I went to Hogwarts to teach, also to communicate with the masters there."

"Last time you said you went to the UK because it was too difficult to find a job..."

"..." He staggered.

Is it okay not to tear people apart despite the hardships?

"Okay, I'm leaving. I wish you a pleasant journey in the UK!"

Seeing Ricardo leave without looking back, Fleur couldn't help but laugh softly, and her jade hands resembled scissors across her aqua blue eyes.

Get back in the game and keep up the good work!

……

A certain square room on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron.

This is an ordinary room. There is a silver-white hourglass on the table with spindle-shaped legs. There are shelves behind the table where Ricardo's luggage is placed.

Although it was a hot summer day, red firelight was dancing in the fireplace in the room.

Ricardo sat on a round stool, supporting his head with his right hand and drawing with a pen in his left hand. He recalled something messily. For a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"After 17 years of time travel and seven years of ups and downs in the magical world, I have to be a teacher again..."

After two lifetimes as a teacher, life seems to have returned to its original starting point.

Yes, Ricardo Silva is a time traveler and a former teacher.

Seven years have passed since he received Beauxbatons' acceptance letter.

Originally, he thought it was the rebirth of Qi San as a cute baby, but the life in the orphanage and the arrival of the owl made him understand that this was a time-travel in the magical world.

He was very excited when he received the acceptance letter.

magic!Curse!This is truly a matter of words!

Of course, Ricardo had never read Harry Potter. He heard that it was required reading when he was a child, so Ricardo lost interest in reading it. He wrote down the exam knowledge points and then threw them aside. .

It wasn't until he heard a series of words such as Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald that Ricardo's memory was awakened and he discovered that he was traveling through a book.

So what does he remember?Well... except for a few titles... except for the story outcome... nothing, really not a drop.

Of course, this is nothing. Compared with the story that started a few years later, what he should deal with now is the evil capital problem!

Voldemort had to clear Dumbledore before he could reach France, but the shortage of gold galleons was imminent!

It has been seven years since he came to the magical world. In the past seven years, he worked in a bookstore during the summer vacation and then as a tutor for Fleur, barely making ends meet.

After traveling to this world, apart from his precocity, his biggest golden finger is his spiritual will.

This gave him unparalleled memory understanding, combat reflexes, and keen perception of life forms.

Therefore, Ricardo, who was in the third grade, relied on this kind of perception and reaction ability to rescue Fleur Delacour from the hands of three adult dark wizards. Therefore, he changed his career and became her tutor.

However, this is not a long-term solution. After graduation, he needs a stable job in order to at least spend his life peacefully.

...He began a long job search journey.

"Silva? Are you a son of an American noble?"

"No, no, I'm just an ordinary Muggle wizard, but my ability is absolutely..."

"I'm sorry, sir, we need to consider your application more, or you can take a look at this family. With their recommendation, you can definitely enter here..."

A few months before graduation, he began to apply for various bright careers, but the results were either already confirmed or too dangerous, and some even took out a contract requiring loyalty to a certain family.

In the final analysis, he is just a Muggle wizard. Even though as a time traveler, he has the advantage of winning at the starting line, he still has difficulty entering the magical world.

As a world that still retains the medieval style, the class solidification here is more serious than Ricardo imagined.

Purebloods hold positions in the Ministry of Magic, waiting for mudbloods like him to beg for mercy.

However, he does not want to be forced into a dog by life.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

Several noises interrupted his thoughts, and he saw the magic hourglass with all its quicksand tapping rapidly on the table, as if to remind him of something.

"Okay, I get it," Ricardo pressed the hourglass to silence it, "it's time to go there and apply for the job."

The hourglass then became quiet, and it turned over automatically, letting the piece of gravel rest on top and continue its internal flow.

"Hogwarts Defense Against Darkness, a legendary subject with a curse... I am really fearless." Ricardo stood up and picked up the briefcase on the shelf.

He took out the floo powder from his luggage, walked to the fireplace, and gave the Hogwarts application address.

"I don't believe it. I can't hold this position yet. I hope that future students can be as smart and..."

Emerald flames rose and engulfed the governess's last words.