Hiding as a professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 6 Hogwarts

July 31st.

　　Tweedledee purposely came half an hour early and Phantom Shifted directly to the gates of Hogwarts.

　　The reason for choosing Phantom Transfiguration over the more convenient Flyway Powder was purely because Flyway Powder was always less than elegant to use.

　　Tver didn't want to show up in front of anyone dressed formally but with a nose on his face.

　　To him, a Durmstrang, everyone at Hogwarts was someone he had to treat with caution.

　　What's more, under the influence of teachers, image management in the face of outsiders was always a bit more important.

　　But it was a little early, the gates were closed, and there was no "personal guidance" as the letter had stated.

　　Yawning helplessly.

　　Because of the appearance of the Ravenclaw name, Tweedledum had been studying that strange book all this time.

　　Only there was no longer a situation where his brain was in control, and the contents of the book were not substantially helpful, they were all overviews that were simply more watered down than his thesis in his previous life.

　　"Good morning, you must be Mr. Foley?" While Tewer was complaining in his heart, an old but elegant witch appeared next to him.

　　The witch wore square glasses, had dark hair that was curled and tied up in a high bun, and wore dark green robes, her meticulous attire looking like that of a stern teacher.

　　"Minerva McGonagall, I'm the Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, you can call me Professor McGonagall." Seeing Tver's measuring eyes, Professor McGonagall immediately introduced himself.

　　Tver's dusty memories opened up, this Professor McGonagall was like a thunderbolt in his previous life, but unlike the image in the movie, her expression was a bit more indifferent.

　　"You can just call me Tver, please come over and lead the way for me." Tver smiled gently at Professor McGonagall.

　　It seemed that his expression and actions were not too Durmstrang, Professor McGonagall's pursed lips relaxed slightly and nodded at him.

　　"Professor Chilo and Headmaster Dumbledore are already waiting for you, let's go in."

　　"I hope I'm not late." Tver followed Professor McGonagall into this long-awaited place of fulfillment.

　　Professor McGonagall had no intention of introducing him to Hogwarts, but simply replied absently, "They're more excited about this interview."

　　Her expression was still a bit indifferent, as if her own Durmstrang status was causing her some consternation.

　　I just don't know what Dumbledore was thinking.

　　Walking briskly through the castle, the normally mischievous staircase became compliant in the presence of the vice-principal and naturally sent them to the eighth floor.

　　"Lemon Sherbet." Professor McGonagall read the password.

　　The dripping-beaked stone beast in the doorway then jumped aside, and the wall behind them cracked even further in half as a gently upward rotating staircase appeared in front of Tweedledum.

　　"Go on in, they'll be waiting for you in the Headmaster's office."

　　"Thank you very much for the directions." Tver gave a salute and then stepped onto the staircase.

　　As the staircase slowly went upwards, a shiny wooden door appeared in front of him when he reached the top.

　　He took two steps forward and the wooden door automatically opened for him.

　　In front of them was a quaint but sophisticated circular office.

　　The left wall was covered with portraits of past Hogwarts Headmasters, all narrowing their eyes and scrutinizing Tver as he appeared.

　　To his right was a row of bookshelves and a curtain that blocked his view.

　　Inside, there was a long table with some strange silverware on it, where it kept spinning and spewing out a stream of smoke.

　　On the back side of the long table, a golden-red phoenix was standing on a shelf, looking at him with a crooked head.

　　In front of the desk sat a young man with a large scarf on his head, his hands intertwined in his chest and his whole body shaking even more from time to time.

　　Behind the table was an old man with white hair and beard.

　　His long beard was blocked by the table, and his azure eyes radiated a bright light through his half-moon glasses.

　　And these eyes were watching Tver.

　　"Welcome, friend from afar." With agility and dexterity unbecoming his age, Dumbledore came around the table to Tweedledum.

　　"Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts."

　　Dumbledore had been staring into Tver's eyes, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

　　"Tver Foley, I can assure you that even young wizards not yet in school know your name."

　　Tweedledum shook the legendary man's hand with aplomb, feeling no pressure and even a bit at ease when he met the old man, who was reputed to be the First White Wizard, for the first time.

　　Perhaps it was because of his experience in facing such situations?

　　"Please don't say that, such praise is too heavy for an old man."

　　Dumbledore turned sideways to look at the hooded man.

　　"Introducing you to Quirinus Chilo, who will be the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

　　Chilo had long since stood aside, the muscles on his face twitching a bit as he revealed a stiff smile, his eyes dodging, his body even trembling slightly as he shook hands with Tver.

　　"I was so ... happy when I heard ... that I was going to have a teaching assistant that I could hardly sleep."

　　He stumbled over his words, and it took twice as much effort for Tver to understand.

　　"I'm looking forward to working with you as well, but it will require Headmaster Dumbledore's approval won't it?"

　　Dumbledore laughed softly and didn't say anything, instead gesturing for Tweedledum and Chilo to sit down.

　　The three resumed their seats, across the table, and Dumbledore waved his wand and asked, "Something to drink? Tea? Pumpkin juice? Or would you rather have some wine? I've heard that Durmstrang students like to drink?"

　　"That's just an outsider's prejudice, in reality, not all Durmstrang students like to drink, like me would prefer a glass of pumpkin juice right now."

　　Tweedledum met Dumbledore's gaze, and the words seemed to have a meaning.

　　Dumbledore waved his wand thoughtfully and a glass of pumpkin juice floated to him.

　　Tver had been wanting to try the famous pumpkin juice for a long time, and couldn't wait to take it, taking a small sip, the sweet flavor immediately making his eyes light up.

　　Sweet and soft with a hint of creaminess in it, he instantly fell in love with the drink.

　　"It seems you like pumpkin juice, do you need me to send you some? I have a vat full of it here." Dumbledore sensed Tweedledum's small gesture.

　　It seems you enjoy playing wit ... Tweedle sighed, people's prejudice against Durmstrang ran deeper than they thought, even Dumbledore was on the defensive.

　　"No, I don't like to overdo it."

　　"I've rarely seen a Durmstrang student as talkative as you."

　　Seemingly tired of the mute-like chatter, Dumbledore suddenly hit the straight ball.

　　"Especially a student applying to be a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, as far as I know you're still the first to do so."

　　"So I'm curious, can you answer my questions for me?"