The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Castle, Vice Headmaster's Office.

Mag looked through Ricardo's resume leisurely and tapped his index finger on the table.

"When I was 15 years old, I published "OWL Academic Master's Notes" with my classmates? Recently, I also studied "Five-Year European NEWT Real Exam Questions Analysis" and "Combat Magic Analysis"? It seems that Mr. Silva is a very outstanding wizard."

"Thank you." Ricardo smiled lightly. It seemed that the professor had a good impression of him.

"So, what brings you to Hogwarts? You're an outstanding graduate of Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang is a good choice too."

Mag's eyes looked at Ricardo through the lenses, as if she could see through his mind.

Of course, they all failed to apply for jobs, and then published books and hit the streets, otherwise who would come here to gamble their lives... Ricardo complained in his heart, and then answered honestly:

"Durmstrang is not as open as Hogwarts. Money and power are still very important to them, and Beauxbatons... Please forgive me, I have too many friends there, and I cannot have enough deterrence as a professor. .”

Mag raised his eyebrows and immediately understood what Ricardo meant.

He must have run into trouble elsewhere before coming to Hogwarts.

This is a good child, she thought. With the vigor of a young man and the magic knowledge of an adult, Mr. Silva is fully qualified to become a professor.

But... it's a pity that this position has been reserved. Dumbledore personally told her that this position can be filled by Quirinus Kino.

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McGonagall hated this behavior, it reminded him of those Slytherins planning to drop Bludgers on her in seventh year.

This feeling of secretly controlling someone's future is really bad for Mag, even if she has reached the rank of one.

But Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard. He must have discovered something to do this.As his successor, she believed that Dumbledore must have deep intentions in doing this.

"Mr. Silva is only 17 years old..."

"There is an old saying in China, which is that ambition is not as good as age." Ricardo heard what Mag meant, but still retorted.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Silva, we already have a better candidate."

"Really..." Ricardo's expression remained normal, but a shadow cast over his heart.

Am I really that incompetent?Can't even win this cursed position?

Hogwarts' Dark Arts Defense has always been known as being cursed by Voldemort. Every upper-level professor cannot serve for one year, and may even lose his life.

However, if he can't even win such a position, is he still qualified to stay in the magical world?

It would be better to go back and be a Muggle, Ricardo thought bitterly. Maybe he could return to China and continue to be a teacher in some temporarily unknown schools.

Although he doesn't have much memory of the 90s, he still remembers the development history of certain schools. Maybe he will be able to do well when he goes back now, at least much better than now.

Anyway, the future magical world will be turbulent, so it’s better to go back.

But, but why, I still feel a little unwilling in my heart...

This is the Hogwarts that many people dream of. This is his favorite magic. This is... his seven years of youth.

How could he be willing to give up?

……

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then a pale young man walked in.

He was not tall, his head looked bloated from being wrapped in a purple scarf, and one eye twitched repeatedly involuntarily.

"What's going on, Quirinus?" Mag's tone was filled with surprise, "Why are you wearing such a thing?"

"Some time ago," the young man said, "I helped an Arab prince, and he gave me this as a gift."

"Quilinas Kino, I remember you didn't stutter before..." Mag's eyes looked strange.

Why did Ravenclaw do Gryffindor stuff?

"N-It's okay, I-I'm fine," Chino said, "D-did my application pass?"

Mag nodded and handed the employment certificate that he had prepared long ago to Kino.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Ricardo saw the proof he had prepared and had to express his presence, "I seem to need a French fries to relieve my sore throat..."

The scene was very embarrassing...

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Mag's eyes, and then he regained his composure: "It looks like I forgot to turn off the lights when I went to bed at night."

Ricardo didn't care about anything and walked up to the young man.

"Are you - ugh - Quirinas - ugh - Mr. Chino - ugh?"

Merlin, this - vomit - is really not my intention to tease the master in front of me, he is - vomit - so stinky!

To show respect, he walked up to Kino and spoke, but - ugh!

Kino sneered and tightened the scarf on his head: "I'm sorry, sir, what's wrong with you?"

Ricardo took a few steps back and bowed politely:

"I'm Ricardo?6?1 Silva. I wonder if it's a bit difficult for one person to take care of seven grades? I'm willing to help here, such as becoming your assistant or something."

After experiencing rejections from all the European Ministry of Magic and rejection from the three major magic schools, he no longer expected to reach the top once and for all, as long as he could earn a living.

Kino was a little panicked: "I-I'm-am-honored, but-but-it's not-not necessary."

"But the smell of garlic has never been able to ward off vampires, and your expression proves that you don't like garlic."

This is a relatively tactful reminder: Chino's performance is not suitable for being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but Ricardo has the ability to teach, and they can cooperate in teaching to achieve a win-win situation.

If the professor had not been able to directly provide food and clothing and provide new knowledge (Hogwarts Library), he would not be so humble.

"Thanks, but I really don't need an assistant..."

"No, this is necessary, sir!" Ricardo didn't care about the stench at this time and stepped forward quickly, "Mr. Chino, I don't need too much salary, and I am willing to accept more tasks. With this at the same time--"

Ricardo suddenly stopped talking, with a strange expression on his face. He stared at Kino blankly for a long time, until Kino moved back step by step.

After an awkward silence, Ricardo smiled and then moved forward slowly: "Mr. Chino, I seem to know something."

"What do you know?" Kino looked at the 17-year-old boy in front of him, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

Shouldn't he see it?

Wearing a scarf on his head and stuttering deliberately are all to hide the Dark Lord behind his head, the king who can give him "endless glory".

Although he failed temporarily, he would return sooner or later. Even at his weakest time, his "great" master, Voldemort, could hide Dumbledore's secrets and sneak into Hogwarts.

But...it seems...that the great master has been discovered?

"You know the reason for the smell of garlic, don't you?" He tilted his head and smiled very strangely.

Before Kino could react, his mind suddenly felt like an army roaring, and the so-called king yelled angrily in his mind: "Damn it! This mudblood actually felt my presence! He was actually testing me with his spiritual power. !”

"Damn it, why is his soul so powerful!"

"Master..." Kino's forehead was sweating, and his eyeballs were twitching even more.

"Promise him," Voldemort's tone soon calmed down, but the anger contained in it could still be heard, "Don't let this mudblood interfere with my plan. Just let him have an accident next year."

Kino was thinking about how to say it, but Ricardo gave timely and considerate advice: "In this way, I will be responsible for three grades, you will be responsible for four grades, and then the salary of the Dark Demon Defense class will be half. How about that?"

Now that he is in an invincible position in the negotiations, Ricardo naturally does not have to be as humble as before, and he will naturally be confident when it comes to an equal share.

"That-that's not bad, I-I think this-is a bad-suggestion." Chino looked at Ricardo cautiously and replied "friendly".

Ricardo turned around calmly and showed a relaxed smile for the first time in half a year: "What do you think, Professor McGonagall?"

Mag looked at Kino and then at Ricardo. He didn't know what happened just now. It seemed that the child in front of him had got the handle on Quirinas?

No matter what, this is still a good ending. She doesn't think that the professor who once taught Muggle Studies can teach Dark Magic Defense well, and she should find someone responsible.

"I have no objection. Hogwarts will not be impoverished with one mouthful, and the principal will not mind injecting new blood into the professorship." McGonagall also smiled. She stood up and stretched out her hand, "Welcome to Hogwarts." Mr. Silva."

"Oh, thank you very much."

Finally finding a job, Ricardo breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was not driven back to the Muggle world, although he still lost the face of a time traveler.

Then, in Mag’s doubtful eyes and in Kino’s twinkling eyes——

He fell.

——This really stinks.