The Evil God of Hogwarts

Chapter 45 Star Teacher (I have nothing to thank you all for, so I’ll add another chapter)

There was something waiting in the shadows, and Eric realized that. He didn't dare to turn off the light and sleep, let alone walk alone in the night.

He became suspicious and even fell asleep. More than once, he saw the twisted shadows sticking out of the darkness, and heard the whispers echoing in his ears late at night.

He didn't know where Hong's inexplicable fantasy came from. Fear drove him to his hiding place in London, but the feeling of being spied on did not disappear, but became more and more serious. What's even more terrifying is that he found himself infected with the plague.

In despair, he wrote to Snape, hoping to get help from the potion expert. He did get help from Snape, but not until he almost went crazy.

Snape temporarily stabilized his mind and plague with potions, sealed the fragments with Dumbledore's curse-breaking box, and gave Eric polyjuice potion to help him distract the Aurors. Was everything going to end? Can Eric reach Hogsmeade smoothly?

"Before the Ministry of Magic arrested Eric, Dumbledore wanted to talk to him. Dumbledore had always suspected that everything was a Death Eater conspiracy, but Fudge did not agree with his view at all." Pu explained this.

Considering that the Ministry of Magic has blocked a large number of floo networks and arranged human legs in various important market towns, taking the train to Hogsmeade is indeed a good choice.

Church, Dumbledore, Ministry of Magic. Xing Ze shook his head helplessly. It is often the outside that destroys a strong alliance, not to mention that the alliance is not so fragile.

He put his thoughts aside for the moment to let his brain take a breather. It was late at night, and he walked through the quiet and dim corridors. On the way, he met Mr. Filch, who was on night watch, and the two of them greeted each other.

When he was approaching his dormitory, Xing Ze had almost finished reading the second letter, except for the part written in runes. His Latin was average, and his runes even worse.

By some mistake, he turned over the letter, and that strange yet familiar symbol jumped into his eyes at that moment. A sudden chill hit him without any warning, and Xing Ze stopped abruptly. He could not move his eyes away from the symbol.

He used his remaining will to force himself to raise his head, only to find that he was not in school, but at a crossroads. Snowflakes were floating quietly, and the only street lights on the street flickered on and off above his head.

He saw the vending machine not far away and took a shaky breath. The cold air stimulated his brain. He knew what would happen if he picked up Donglai. Something was coming from the darkness...

The cry of Blue Beak brought him out of his reverie, and the black cat whirled restlessly at his feet.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xing Ze folded the piece of letter paper. He now knew why Snape handed all the letters to him so easily.

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Xing Ze didn't sleep well. After two nights of rest, the nightmare came as expected. He dreamed of his first case, the girl with long hair and big eyes.

He came to the bathroom and saw himself looking haggard in the mirror, with sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyes. Taking a deep breath, he pressed two leg fingers on his carotid artery.

The black cat was yawning lazily on the bed. Xing Ze walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and looking at it, "If I could just shut up, things would be much easier."

Tomorrow is Wednesday, and he has classes at noon, so he went to the public office after breakfast.

The public office of the Muggle Studies class was not too far from the teaching area, just next to the infirmary. When he arrived, Professor Boubaji was reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, young man, you didn't see me yesterday."

Xing Ze smiled slightly and said, "He went to Hardingburg and bought some things for use in Keji."

"You are very attentive." Professor Bubaji pointed to the window, "With my letter, the two little guys arrived very early."

Xing Ze looked out the window, and saw two magic owls parked there. He opened the window, took the letters from their legs, and gave them to a few Nats.

One of the postcards was from his mother in the Likuala region of the Congo, where she had recently been studying the horned beasts. The letter said that she was proud of Xing Ze because he became a teacher at Hogwarts.

One of the letters was signed "Big Dog" and the description was very simple. Just as he had expected, the Oil Gang was active in Knockturn Alley and seemed to be looking for the black-haired red girl.

The letter mentioned that he got some clues from another informant and would go to investigate tomorrow. As for the clues, Big Dog did not say clearly.

Xing Ze put the two letters into the ring, and then walked to Donglai at his place.

"Hey, young man," Professor Bubaji called to him, "He has to tell me that there are a lot of students signing up for my class."

Xing Ze frowned, feeling a little confused. At that time, Ben walked in. As soon as he saw Xing Ze, he shouted: "Look, that's their celebrity."

"What am I talking about, Ben?"

"Didn't Professor Bubaji tell me?" Ben took the cup from his desk, "Many students have signed up for my class, and it exceeded expectations."

"How many people are there?" Xing Ze asked uneasily.

Professor Bubagi answered him, "Two hundred? No, two hundred and thirty? He didn't count carefully."

"No, two hundred and twenty-three," corrected Ben, who was pouring coffee.

That number made Xing Ze take a breath. There are about a thousand students in Hogwarts, with an average of 140 students per year. This means that it covers almost two years of Muggle Studies classes, which is equivalent to one main class. Teacher workload.

"It's more than he and Ben put together, young man." Professor Bubbaji winked at Xing Ze, "So he changed the course and I have one more class on Monday at noon."

"Why is that? As far as he knows, isn't that course very popular? He said that not many people would take that course when he was studying there."

Ben took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "Am I denying them?"

"he……"

"Relax, just kidding, man." Ben looked like he was gloating.

"He doesn't know why there are so many students signing up for his class."

"Maybe that can help me answer the question." Professor Bubaji threw the newspaper with his legs to Xing Ze, "Look at the columns."

Xing Ze took it and took a look. There was a report about him in the column section of the Hogwarts school newspaper, and the title was "Unsung Hero."

The article tells how he used the drying charm to stabilize the temperature on the train, and how he bravely went outside to fight against the monster.

After reading the entire article, Xing Ze felt a headache. He looked at the author of the article, Cedric Diggory, and swallowed the curse words that came to his lips.

An adolescent child begging for his life. he cried in his mind now.

"Someone is asking to be the star of the year." Ben stood behind Xing Ze and announced loudly.

Xing Ze gave the newspaper to Professor Bubaji and asked doubtfully: "What grade is he in class at this time?"

"First to second grade."

"Wait a minute, don't elective courses only exist in third grade?"

Professor Bubbaji nodded and said: "Isn't that the case before? This semester has changed. Principal Dumbledore wants young wizards to know more about the Muggle world. He agrees with him very much."

Did the old wizard receive any stimulation? Xing Ze recalled that during the interview, Dumbledore mistakenly said that few students would choose that course. Why is that so ironic now that I think about it.

"On Wednesday I have classes for first to second grade, Friday I have class for third to fourth grade, and Monday I have class for fifth grade. The rest is left to him and Ben."

"How many students are there in our group?" Xing Ze asked.

"Oh, my God, it's already that time." Professor Bubbaji stood up in a panic, picked up the textbook and materials and asked to leave, "He has been very classy for a long time. Wish me good luck, dear."

Ben also learned a lot. He went to help his friend Henry on the pretext of asking to help his friend Henry. He put down the tea cup and was about to leave, but Xing Ze stopped him.

"Does he remember my friend Henry Bachert, the Potions teacher?"

"Uh, that's right."

"Very good. If he needs help, ask him for help."

Thanks Qianzhu Qianqianlian for the recommendation vote