Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Chapter 289 The game is over

The name Panda God of War was actually given by Viktor.

At the beginning, it was Cynthia who accidentally saw that Tver’s patron saint was a panda, so under his explanation, she learned about this cute and fierce creature.

Unexpectedly, the fanboy-like Victor who had been following them all day overheard this information from their conversation. He didn't hear the whole story and only knew that the panda was some kind of ferocious bear.

In Durmstrang, bears are considered the most ferocious of the Muggle animals they know.

Therefore, he combined the panda and the god of war, thinking that it was very appropriate to match Tver's fierce appearance in the school duel competition at that time.

Ever since, the name has spread.

By the time Tver, who was somewhat withdrawn at the time, found out, the entire school had already acquiesced that this was his nickname...

Realizing Tver's dissatisfaction, Viktor immediately scratched his head in embarrassment.

After not seeing each other for so long, he almost forgot that Tver didn't like this title, or in other words, he didn't like hearing someone shout it in public.

"Panda?" Fudge squinted his eyes in confusion, and the others looked back and forth between Viktor and Tver with equal curiosity.

They can understand the God of War, but they have almost never heard of Panda.

At this time, pandas were rarely seen in Britain or even Europe, let alone in the wizarding world where Muggles knew very little.

"This is a kind of bear." Viktor did not dare to say more and explained vaguely, then hurriedly walked to Tver with murderous eyes in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to come to my game. I thought you didn't like Quidditch!" He said excitedly, not feeling disappointed about failing the game.

"Of course I still don't like Quidditch that much."

Tver showed a gentle smile and patted his solid shoulder, so friendly that it made him smile.

"But it would be much happier to see you lose the game with blood on your face."

"..."

Victor's face suddenly fell, and he quickly cast pitiful eyes on Cynthia.

Cynthia amusedly stepped over Tver, used her wand to clean up the blood on his face, and repaired his nose with ease.

"Since we graduated, I haven't heard anyone mention this name again. I didn't expect you to be the first to say it."

"Professor, do you know each other?" Harry approached cautiously, and Ron behind him also looked admiring and curious.

"Viktor is a student of Durmstrang. Of course, he is still in the sixth grade." Tver introduced calmly.

"Sixth grade?"

"Durmstrang?"

Harry and Ron looked at the well-behaved Viktor in disbelief, and immediately murmured quietly.

"Does he look older than the professor?" Ron looked at his face which had returned to normal.

"But he is a student of Durmstrang." Harry was a little worried. He had particularly admired Viktor just now.

"Don't you understand yet? The professor is also a student of Durmstrang. Those prejudices and rumors must be spread by people who don't understand them and spread them one-sidedly." Hermione said to the two of them angrily.

It’s just that the members of the Bulgarian team are a little weird.

Some of them are also students of Durmstrang. Even if they have not gone to the same school as Tver, they have heard the legend that Durmstrang is the best graduate in history.

In addition, the absolute core of their team - Viktor, was extremely obedient in front of such a figure, so that they did not know how to face Tver.

Everyone present also looked strange, especially Lucius, who regretted appearing in this box for the first time.

What should I do if I hear a nickname my boss doesn’t like? Urgent!

He had no choice but to hold Draco's shoulders tightly to prevent him from joining in the fun.

All the members of the Irish championship-winning team came in, but everyone was silently watching this corner.

"Okay, let's award the trophies quickly!" Ludo Bagman said quickly after noticing the strangeness of the scene.

The people present seemed to have woken up, applauding inexplicably, and turned to look at Fudge, who barely lifted the trophy.

On the other hand, Tver, under his recommendation, introduced Harry and the others to Viktor and the members of the Bulgarian team.

Not to mention Ron, a fan of the Bulgarian team, Harry was also very excited and asked for autographs from several people.

Later, with the contribution of a kind-hearted pure-blood family, they were "gifted" a camera and took dozens of photos until the film ran out.

If there are outsiders, they will find that the box is divided into two parts.

Part of it was Fudge, leading a bunch of Ministry of Magic officials to present the trophy to the Irish team.

The other part was Tver and the others, plus Draco who finally slipped over, discussing the game with the Bulgarian team members.

On the other hand, the Weasley twins found Ludo Bagman who was alone, muttering about something.

"By the way, will you stay here tonight?" Tver asked suddenly.

Viktor was stunned for a moment.

"We plan to go back to Bulgaria after the competition. If we win, we will go back to celebrate. If we lose... we will still celebrate when we go back!"

"But I can also stay here. After all, we haven't seen each other for so long, and I also want to have a good chat with you!" He said quickly.

"No, please leave quickly." Tver said bluntly and without mercy.

"..." Viktor no longer knew what to say, "Okay, I will leave here later..."

"That's good," Tver patted his arm comfortingly, "I'm doing this for your own good, and we have a chance to meet again this year."

"Are you talking about...that thing?" Viktor's disappointment disappeared and he raised his head in surprise.

"Oh, Principal Karkaroff told you so early?"

"Well, the summer vacation hasn't even started yet, and the principal quietly asked me to prepare."

Gee, it turns out that leaking secrets is the tradition of Goblet of Fire.

Tver bid farewell to Viktor with emotion, and followed the crowd towards the tent area with Harry, who was still a little reluctant to leave.

The audience present was still immersed in the carnival atmosphere, especially the fans of the Irish team, who were singing loudly, waving green flags, wearing green capes and green hats...

Fortunately, the Slytherins at Hogwarts would not do this, otherwise Turville would have had to learn more about the special meaning of cuckoldry in a certain culture.

Back in the tent, everyone could not stop the frenzied atmosphere and gathered around to discuss various details of the game.

Of course, this was also because the game ended early, and they had discussed it for a long time before it was late at night.

But in the end, Ginny was so sleepy that she hit her head while fishing next to the coffee table. Mr. Weasley and Sirius sent everyone to bed. Even Turville was no exception and found a room to take a nap.

Cynthia went out at this time, saying she was going on duty, which prompted Mr. Weasley to say something with emotion.

"Fortunately, I don't have to be on duty. They won't know how long they will be making trouble tonight."