Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Arriving at the principal's office, a huge bronze statue blocked the door.

Chris quickly read out a list of names of sweets: "Cockroach pile, sizzling bee sugar, iced lemon juice, sour..."

With a "boom", the bronze statue turned around and gave up its position.

I don't even know which one triggered the password.

Nothing but skill.Even though he didn't want to come when he was a student, he would come at least twice a year.

Chris walked into the principal's office and found that Dumbledore was not there. He was always busy and often absent from school. After all, in addition to being the principal, he had many part-time jobs.

The surrounding portraits were also snoring and sleeping.

"Hey kid. What are you doing here?"

A voice came from a portrait on the wall. Chris heard the sound and looked over. It was Phineas Black, the most unpopular headmaster in the history of the Holy Pureblood Family.

"Phineas, do you know when Professor Dumbledore will come back?" Chris asked, looking at the little old man in the portrait.

"Huh, no matter how big or small. How do I know when Albus will come back when he goes out to do errands, but if you please me, I will tell you something."

"Haha, Principal Black, if I remember correctly, this is the portrait of yours, right?" Chris said with a grin.

Phineas' expression was a little horrified: "Boy, you are so evil, how could you have such an idea."

Upon seeing this, Chris walked up directly, looking like he was ready to take off the portrait.

Phineas yelled angrily: "Boy, I tell you, you are committing murder, and portraits have human rights!"

The sound woke up the other sleeping portraits who looked at this scene curiously.

Looking at Chris who was smiling and speechless in front of him, Phineas said angrily: "Okay, okay, I'm really scared of you. Why don't you disappear into the Forbidden Forest? Before Albus went out, he said if you When he came, he told you not to worry, he just went out to deal with this matter, and besides, he thought your class was wonderful, at least he thought so in his heart."

Phineas looked at Chris below and sneered: "Boy, I can only say that you are still a little naive. How can it be so easy to reform a course, let alone let students take the initiative to learn about black magic? The board of directors will not fire you. It’s all because of Albus’s pride.”

Chris smiled nonchalantly and said, "Tell me which old guys are against it? I'll take the time to visit them and greet them."

"I know you are good at fighting, boy. As far as I know, there are no more than seven people in Britain who can definitely beat you, but so what? Albus is still alive! You are too young, at least you have to endure it for a while longer a period of time."

Phoenix's tone of instruction made Chris speechless.

There are not more than seven people in the UK who know that Voldemort is coming back.

Why is he acting like a conspiracy theory? Who does he think Chris is?

He didn't bother to pay attention to Phineas's persuasion and walked out of the principal's office. Since Dumbledore knew about this matter, he would definitely be able to handle it. He didn't have to worry about the pressure caused by his speech. He only had to take time to deal with Skeeter. Just the eighth mother-in-law.

Don't think that I will abide by the rules because I have been an Auror. I am not Dumbledore. If I have his strength, why should I care?Bulldoze the Ministry of Magic immediately.

Wait...what am I thinking...

Chris almost thought he was bewitched by Phineas.He is a serious person, who would rule the world?

When Chris returned to the office, he wrote a letter to Diana, telling her that there was a lot going on this weekend and he would not go visit her. If she felt bored, she could come to the school to visit him in her free time.

After posting the letter, Chris waved for a cup of green tea, crossed his legs on the table, took out a book and read.

After becoming a teacher at Hogwarts, he naturally had the authority to summon the tea prepared by the house elves at any time.

He had no classes today. Lockhart was in charge of the Big Three's class in the afternoon, so he was quite free.

Chris spent the past two days reading books when he had nothing to do. He took out many books from the once restricted book area.

Being said to be a restricted book area is actually the same as the laws of the Ministry of Magic. As long as no one discovers it on the spot, it is not illegal...

Chris also "borrowed" a few books from the restricted area when he was a student, but there were more than thousands of books in the restricted area.

The castle has been accumulated for thousands of years, and it can be said to be the core of the brilliant civilization of the British magical world.

Most of the books borrowed were books about the mobilization and movement of magic power, as well as black magic.

After all, natural magic is somewhere in between, and Chris needed to find that sense of balance.

He was fascinated by the book. When Chris's stomach growled, he realized that it was already past noon. He was in a bad mood because of the Daily Prophet in the morning and didn't eat much at all.

After tidying up a little, I went out to go to the auditorium to replenish some energy.

On the way to the auditorium through the garden in the castle, Chris found many students gathered not far away, as if they were arguing about something.

As a Chinese gossip...ah, as an assistant coach, he should go over and take a look.

Before he even got close to him, he heard Malfoy yelling: "Potter! Potter is handing out his signed photos! Everyone, come over and take a look. Harry Potter is going to hand out signed photos. Hurry up and get in line." .”

"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry said angrily.

A thin little boy next to him yelled: "Malfoy, you are jealous."

Chris watched these little guys quarreling with interest not far away. Why didn't they take action?

Even though he had flipped his wand earlier back then, Hogwarts' response to student fights was to put them in solitary confinement, so he just tried to do as little violence as possible. Quarreling was a very dishonorable thing.

"Jealous?" Malfoy turned his head and glared at them: "Jealous for what? I don't want to have an ugly scar on my head, thank you. I don't think having your head cut open will make you that special. I don't believe it!"

Chris frowned and walked up quickly when he heard this.

"That's enough Draco!"

Ron was about to curse again when a light voice came over. He turned around and found that it was Assistant Coach Will.

Ron felt a little frightened on the spot and stood aside holding his mouth, but he didn't seem to be fighting. At most, he would only be criticized.

When he turned around again, he found that Malfoy's face was a little pale, and the look in his eyes looked a little desperate, as if he was sent to the infirmary by Professor McGonagall to clean a chamber pot for a month and was not allowed to use magic.

Chris stepped forward and looked at the young man who had loved to comb his hair since he was a child, and sighed in his heart.

"Draco, did the blood of the holy pure-blood family just teach you to curse? What about your etiquette? What about your upbringing? Did you leave Slytherin's nobility and elegance at home during the summer vacation and not bring it with you?"