Hiding as a professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 4 Good Lies

After two years, Tweedledum finally got to taste his father's cooking again.

　　It was odd to say that this father of his, being the patriarch of one of the 28 pureblood families, was running a French restaurant in the Muggle world!

　　It was a good thing that the Foley family was low key enough and had very little dealings with other wizards that it didn't get out.

　　But even if word got out, it wouldn't hurt the family.

　　"Now that you've graduated as well, have you figured out what you want to do?" Brinda suddenly asked.

　　"How about helping out at my store? Or maybe open a Chinese food restaurant next door?" Mills offered.

　　"I've already applied for a teaching assistant position at Hogwarts." Tver said carefully, avoiding saying anything about the fact that he was applying for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

　　"Why do you suddenly want to go to Hogwarts?" Brinda froze, forgetting to put down the fork in her hand, "Back in the day, it was you who asked to go to Durmstrang."

　　"Durmstrang is still too extreme, and I want to take the opportunity to learn more about different kinds of magic." That was what Tver had thought of saying ahead of time.

　　Mills thought for a moment, recalling not having heard of the position of Assistant Headmaster, "That would be nice, but Assistant Headmaster? When did Hogwarts add this position?"

　　Mills and Brinda were both graduates of Hogwarts, and when Tweedledum strongly requested not to go to Hogwarts, it had caused them to agonize for a while.

　　"I applied for it specifically, or Hogwarts wouldn't have let a recent graduate teach a young wizard."

　　In fact, Tver suspected that Hogwarts was trying to apportion the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts before agreeing to his application from a Durmstrang graduate.

　　"Hogwarts does need an extra TA or the professors are going to be exhausted," Mills nodded still pleased with his son's choice, "Which class is it for?"

　　Badly, Tver gulped and spoke so fast that he couldn't hear himself, "Black Release Book."

　　"What?!" Brinda stood up in a heap, her chair falling hard to the floor as she pushed it so hard, "I will not allow you to touch the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

　　"No way, you can even hear this?!" Tver's jaw dropped in shock.

　　"Nonsense, I'm your mom, so vague it must be a questionable class!" Brinda crossed her arms in anger, her eyes red.

　　"I will never allow you to touch this class, I've had seven different Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the seven years I've been in school, and the worst one lost an arm!"

　　Mills hastened to persuade, "Tver knows more about curses than we do, there must be a reason for choosing this class, we might as well listen to his reasoning."

　　If it were someone else, let alone explaining, Tver wouldn't even be interested in prevaricating.

　　But with the parents who had supported him for years in front of him, he needed a reason prepared in advance.

　　"Do you guys remember what happened when I was eleven?" Tver intended to comfort his parents with a well-intentioned lie.

　　"Actually, it was an identical curse that I received, but don't worry, after all these years at school, the teacher helped me lift it a long time ago."

　　"As you know, the teacher and Headmaster Dumbledore have an untold story, so he asked me to try to lift the curse on the class."

　　"Even if I can't lift it, it doesn't matter, it's just a teaching assistant anyway, it's not like the curse is going to stick to me."

　　Tver had talked to his parents about his teacher, and at first they were skeptical, but it was only because he had always been able to release the Guardian Spirit Curse that their worries were dispelled.

　　Just that they didn't know that as long as they firmly believed in their beliefs, even if they were evil beliefs, such a wizard could release the daemon curse ... But Brinda's focus was seven years ago.

　　"So the time you were weak in the first place was because you were on the verge of death? Why didn't you tell us something so important? I'm your mom, huh?"

　　Brinda said more and more sad, for the mother, the child's safety is her main concern, as for Grindelwald and Dumbledore that mess, she does not care about ... Well, also care about it, but that is the concern for gossip.

　　"Wasn't I afraid you'd be worried in the first place?" Tweedledee stepped forward quickly and took his mom in his arms, "And I'm fine now ah, healthy as can be."

　　Mills stepped forward as well, removing Tver's hand and putting his arm around his wife in a small, comforting voice.

　　"Tweedledum isn't impulsive, and even if he was in danger, there's still Dumbledore at Hogwarts, and he wouldn't stand by and watch Tweedledum get hurt."

　　"And it's not like the Foley's don't have connections, it's okay to get a few knowledgeable wizards to help out."

　　The two of them just cuddled together, discussing which famous wizards were good at lifting curses, not caring about Tweedledee, who was staring awkwardly at Jeff next to them.

　　"I can give you a hug if you need it, but please hurry, I still have to clean up the dishes." Jeff teased.

　　"... I thank you."

　　After that Brinda and Mills agreed with Tver's decision.

　　"But only as a teaching assistant, if I find out you want to be the professor of this class, I'll lock you in the closet for the rest of your life!" Brinda emphasized.

　　It was a relief, his parents were his greatest solace and getting their approval was what he had come home for in the first place.

　　Sometimes one would think that it wasn't a bad thing to be able to have caring, loving parents when walking in a strange world compared to other travelers who were alone.

　　Before going to Hogwarts for the interview, Tver stayed at the manor.

　　After two years of not being back, nothing had changed inside; every day Jeff cleaned his room, so it was still clean.

　　But the bedding was new, and in Brinda's words, it was time to start a new chapter after graduation.

　　Life at the estate was actually quite simple, his father worked as a chef at the restaurant located in London when he could, and when he couldn't he was spending time with Brinda.

　　As for Brinda's life was even simpler.

　　Shopping and watching movies was her biggest business, not like a wizard at all, more like a laid back noblewoman.

　　Tver just stayed home all day, and life at the manor seemed more laid back compared to the militarized management of Durmstrang.

　　But it wasn't a bit uncomfortable, or even a bit more adaptable, at least not without some wizard who was not tired of coming over and asking him to duel.

　　He wasn't someone who liked to roam around outside, on the contrary, staying in his room and reading books was his greatest hobby.

　　After spending a few days putting his collection of books in order, he would undoubtedly have to live in the castle if he became an assistant teacher at Hogwarts.

　　But that was something that would only happen when the school year started on September 1st, just pack it up then.

　　However, if these collections of books were to be seen by Aura, he would probably arrest him without saying a word.

　　For the names of the books didn't seem very proper.

　　Books such as Principles of Black Magic - How to Release Black Magic Correctly, Faith Control - Make Your Black Magic More Powerful, Origins of Cursed Magic, and so on, just the names alone would be enough for Tver to have a permanent room in Azkaban, and it would have to be a VIP room! .