Hiding as a professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 Hogwarts Tradition is a Night Out

Finally, the dessert disappeared under Tweedledum's regretful gaze and Dumbledore stood up again as the auditorium returned to its original solemn form.

　　"It seems that everyone has had their fill of food and drink, so I hope you still have the energy to listen to a few words from an old man like me."

　　"Attention first years, the latter said all students, the forest over by the school is off limits to any student."

　　"I am pleased to see that you have all made ample progress in your magical skills, but do not unleash your whims in the corridors between classes."

　　"Secondly, do not enter the corridor on the fourth floor to the right, if you still wish to stay in the castle and study in peace."

　　The auditorium was instantly solemn.

　　The underclassmen thought that Dumbledore was joking and laughed twice in a caterwauling manner.

　　But seeing the serious expressions on the faces of the older students and sisters, they couldn't stop laughing after a couple of lol's.

　　Dumbledore took in the expressions on the students' faces and instead of explaining, continued.

　　"Changing to a more pleasant topic, I have to announce the good news that we will be welcoming two new teachers during this school year!"

　　"Professors Foley and Chilo, respectively, will be sharing positions in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

　　The auditorium erupted in sparse applause, but it became loud when Tweedledum stood up and gestured to the group.

　　Seeing clearly Tver's handsome appearance, immediately a bold little witch shouted at the bottom.

　　"Professor Foley, may I ask if you have a girlfriend?"

　　"Well," Dumbledore clapped his hands together to draw back the attention that had been thrown away, "the new classes will begin tomorrow, and you'll have plenty of time to get to know these two professors."

　　Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it at the sky, a long golden ribbon fluttered out and his voice suddenly became high pitched.

　　"And now, for the last tradition before the end of the dinner, let's all sing the school song!"

　　Tver watched Dumbledore's action with surprise, he didn't know that Hogwarts had this part.

　　So it seemed that there would still be a small deviation between the plot and the reality of life.

　　But when everyone opened their mouths, Tweedledum knew why that part wasn't in the movie.

　　The school song at Hogwarts had no tune; everyone sang to a different tune except for the lyrics that floated above their heads, which were consistent.

　　The product of this chaotic tune was like a reprise in music under Dumbledore's magically charged direction, and surprisingly there was an unexpected harmony to it.

　　Indeed it was not something muggles could perform.

　　After the song was over, the students followed the graders back to the common room.

　　And with his fill of food and drink, Tver said goodbye to his coworkers and headed back to his office.

　　The office at this time was not decorated in any way, and it was still necessary for Tweedledum to organize himself.

　　The castle hygiene at Hogwarts was all taken care of by house elves, but only in the public areas.

　　Private places like a professor's office, unless you had a need for it, the faeries wouldn't show up, even if they could phantom shift in.

　　Tver placed his wallet on the table, opened it, and then waved it with his wand.

　　The contents then floated with the command, piece by piece, to where they should be stored.

　　Inside, besides books, there were a few cages for some nice little creatures for the students' lessons.

　　After spending ten minutes tidying up the entire office and bedroom, Tweedledum didn't choose to rest, but sat down stolidly in his chair.

　　Stretching out his right hand, what had been a small black dot turned into a small skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth.

　　The black magic sign.

　　But it was the much smaller black magic symbol.

　　As if the skeleton had come to life, the snake in its mouth stretched longer and longer, trying to wrap itself around its wrist.

　　In Tver's perception, the power of black magic inside was so thick that it seemed to have substance, almost breaking through the protective magic he had applied.

　　Instantly, he took his wand in his left hand and aimed it at the black magic symbol.

　　This is a tip that belongs to dueling.

　　When your dueling opponent couldn't judge your main hand, it was easy for him to misjudge your strength.

　　"Life Plus!"

　　As Tver finished his incantation, a wave of magical power surrounded his wrist, forming a thin, golden membrane.

　　The golden film gradually blended into the surroundings of the black devil symbol, and then it was as if the black snake had hit a wall, and was slowly squeezed back by this wall, leaving only a snake's head on the outside.

　　It was a variant of an iron armor spell that could exist for a long time to block black magic.

　　It was fortunate that he had chosen Durmstrang in the first place, and it was also fortunate that his teacher had extraordinary research on the Iron Armor spell.

　　Speaking of which, the Iron Armor spell was the one Tver had studied the most on top of his study of black magic.

　　But his heart didn't let up.

　　There was only a year and a half left.

　　This was sort of out of Tver's expectations.

　　The curse that he understood from the course, Defense Against Black Magic, was not supposed to be so aggressive.

　　Presumably, it had touched the original curse on him, both set by Voldemort himself.

　　The two curses had linked up, instantly creating a one plus one effect.

　　It was still too hasty to choose the easiest to apply Black Magic Defense in order to get the magic stone as early as possible.

　　In an attempt to lighten his mood, Tver decided- he'd check out the fourth floor corridors tonight.

　　Now that his life was on the line, how could it not make him anxious?

　　Before leaving the house, he glanced at his class schedule, two classes a week for three grades and four houses, well, there was at least one class every day.

　　It was truly worthy of being Hogwarts.

　　Emotional, Tver left a protection spell for the office and left.

　　Defense was not an option.

　　At this time the castle is quiet, only the torch in the corridor crackles softly.

　　Also relying on the light of the torch, Tver cast an illusion spell on himself and quietly made his way to the fourth floor.

　　During the time, he was also disturbed a bit by the stairs that moved, but Tver also perceived the mystery of the stairs.

　　If you input a bit of magic into the stairs while mentally mumbling where you're going, the stairs will take you there.

　　On the contrary, if you are in a hurry, it is easy to be caught by the stairs instead.

　　It was estimated that it could pit a number of small wizards.

　　When he came to the fourth floor, the corridor here was devoid of torches, and after the light in the distance disappeared, the place became pitch black.

　　"Phantom Flicker."

　　A blue light emanated from Tver's wand, illuminating the path ahead for him.

　　This is a variant of the fluorescent spell, the blue light on top is not actually light, and to outsiders it still looks like the place is pitch black.

　　In reality the blue light was an expansion of perception, allowing him to see in the dark without drawing attention to himself.

　　The corridor here was not deep, or significantly less so than the other floors, as if a section of it had been very awkwardly partitioned off.

　　And the partitioned door was in sight.

　　Tver's hand reached for the doorknob, but suddenly retracted.

　　There was movement!