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"Morningstar, specializes in the Dark Arts and Magizoology."

He did not use his own worldly name, after all, the name Lucifer was too recognizable, and Morning Star was much better.

After listening to the three people's introductions, McGonagall nodded and looked at Dumbledore.

"So this semester, you found four teachers for Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Ahem, the more the better. You know, this position is a bit... Anyway, it's better to be prepared. Besides, these three are all truly talented."

As the old bee was talking, he stuffed two more lively cockroaches into his mouth and looked at Mag with a smile.

"Anyway, I'll leave the new professor's affairs to you."

"I knew it. I Zero VIIVIII 飼戚 IV Five 镏 You asked me to come here for this reason."

Mag sighed, rubbed his brows, and walked over to the three people who were very individualistic and were drinking tea and chatting without paying any attention to the two of them.

"Mr. Einstein, please calm down. I will arrange offices for you three."

Hearing this name, Dawei felt a little embarrassed and looked at Bai Ze angrily, and Bai Ze glared back without any hesitation!

"Alright, both of you, please choose your office first."

McGonagall waved her wand and moved the three-dimensional map of Hogwarts from in front of Lucifer. It seemed that he had already chosen the address.

"Then I'll take this third-floor, sunny room."

Soon, the silly guy Dawei also chose the office address, and Mag moved the model in front of Bai Ze.

"basement."

Without any hesitation, Bai Ze made his choice in an instant.

"Okay, do you three have anything else to discuss with the principal?"

Bai Ze and the other two shook their heads.

"Then please take a tour of Hogwarts and familiarize yourself with the college's layout and your own office. The headmaster and I have some important matters to discuss."

The three of them slipped away tactfully.

As the door behind them closed tightly, Bai Ze and Dawei saw that there was no movement inside. The wooden door had very good sound insulation, so they regretfully put their ears away from the door panel.

"I can't hear you, what should I do next?"

"What else can we do? Let's go and enjoy our professor life!"

Compared to Lucifer who had no interest at all, and Bai Ze who had little interest, Dawei seemed very excited.

"Okay, let's go our separate ways and prepare our own lessons. I'll also watch you when you're in class."

Nodding, Bai Ze parted ways with the two and walked alone in the empty corridors of Hogwarts.

There are still two months before the new students start school and two months before the plot begins. They have plenty of time to get familiar with the campus.

Just like Dawei said, the purpose of this mission is to travel and relax, and to satisfy the desire to be a teacher to others.

As we walked, we arrived at Hogwarts' most famous attraction, the spiral staircase.

Looking at the stairs that kept disconnecting and connecting, Bai Ze, tired of the trouble, jumped down directly...

"Hello, do you know how to get to my office?"

Looking at the big greasy-headed bat standing in front of the cauldron in a daze, Bai Ze was stuck on the ceiling with only its head exposed, and asked it a sincere question.

"You are…"

A thrilling rescue process...

"You really open my eyes, Professor Dai."

Snape was frowning as he disposed of a pot of medicinal residue that had been declared scrapped because the best reaction time of the medicinal materials had been missed. He stared at Bai Ze, who had a silly and innocent face, with a gloomy look.

"I don't have to pay for this."

Bai Ze stretched out his little hand and pointed to the ceiling that she had smashed through.

"No, Hogwarts has special maintenance methods, but I hope that as a new professor, you can appear more stable."

Snape glanced up at the ceiling again.

"Also, don't do such dangerous things next time. Even if you are 100% sure it is safe, it will cause unnecessary trouble to others."

Punes paused and then asked Bai Ze.

"Why would you want to jump right down?"

"Oh, I thought walking up all those stairs was too much trouble, and I forgot I can't fly."

"... "

Punes was speechless. He should have known long ago that these wizards who came out of the deep mountains and forests were all seriously ill, especially those who taught black magic. They could not be treated with the eyes of normal people.

But it didn't matter. The colleagues who taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were all on an annual basis. As long as they could last for a year, it would be fine. He also understood why Dumbledore wanted to find so many of them.

"Your office is in the first room on the third corridor on the left."

"Oh, thank you."

Punes showed the way to Bai Ze, who was not familiar with the structure, and asked her to go out. She looked up at the translucent ceiling, wondering what she was thinking.

"How did she do it? She crashed through such thick ground without any damage to her body."

It's not simple. This is why he treats Bai Ze politely. Through the bright ground, he can even see the spiral staircase upstairs.

Ignoring the old bat who was doubting his life, Bai Ze returned to his office accurately this time with the help of someone else.

Unexpectedly, Lucifer also chose to locate his office underground. She had thought that Lucifer would choose to locate it on the top floor so that he could get more sunlight from outside.

(The hot weather is really the nemesis of thoughts. My brain feels like it’s melting. I know there’s something wrong with the word order, but I just can’t read it. It’s so uncomfortable.)

Chapter 271 Eat dry bread and enjoy a dry life

"Strange ceiling..."

At six o'clock the next morning, Bai Ze woke up on time while lying in his office.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, Bai Ze lay on the bed without moving, and began to think about what he was going to do today.

The first thing to do is go to the library and learn about the wonderful little idealistic magic of the Harry Potter worldview.

The second thing is to go to Mag to get your class schedule for the next school year.

Then what? Go to the auditorium for a big meal, or go straight to the kitchen and ask those little goblins to cook for you?

By the way, those are called goblins or goblins.

Bai Ze was dazed and had no intention of opening the door. He just opened the door and walked out through the wall, which made Snape, who was just about to go out, stunned.

“…Professor Dai, please don’t be so scary next time.”

Bai Ze watched Snape rush into his office at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. After searching around but failing to find his body, he approached him with a cold face.

"Ah, I know a little bit about space."

"It's better not to do that. It will scare others."

Snape paused.

"Excuse me, Professor Dai, do you have anything else to say?"

"I'm going to the auditorium to get a couple of bites of fries."

“…Then please go ahead.”

Snape moved sideways to make way, but Bai Ze stood there looking at him without moving.

"Anything else?"

"Excuse me, I don't know how to get to the auditorium..."

"First floor, turn right and go straight through the first door."

"Thank you."

Bai Ze nodded and began his long journey of climbing the stairs...

"Hey, you're coming to eat too."

When we arrived at the auditorium, since the students were on vacation, not many people were eating in the school at the moment. Dawei was sitting at his professor's table, eating garlic pumpkin puree with a baguette.

Bai Ze found the seat with his name on it and sat down. Some bread and butter instantly appeared on the plate in front of him.

"…Why do you have pumpkin puree to eat?"

"Eat it. This stuff is served in the order you ordered it. Besides, you can go directly to the kitchen and ask the house elves to prepare it for you."

Bai Ze put on a sour face, picked up a butter knife, scooped out a piece of butter, and began to spread it on the dry bread.

England really is a food desert, because most people are out of school and back home, and there are no more than ten types of breakfast.

Bai Ze chewed the dry, butter-flavored molar stick stiffly, watching Dawei beside him finish a portion of pumpkin puree, then eat a few pieces of bacon, fried eggs, and bread slices covered with various sauces.

After finally grinding the bread with her teeth and swallowing it, Bai Ze felt as if all her saliva was sucked dry.

Fortunately, the juicy grilled bacon replaced the empty plate covered with bread crumbs, and was served with a few white fried eggs.

Bai Ze picked up the knife and fork...

"Is this bacon carved from marble?"

"Is there any culture? This is called ruby ​​mixed with..."

"Don't talk about that for now. Let me ask you, how did you manage to eat this? And this fried egg is like water, tasteless. Oh my god, is this really food?"

"Come on, it's good to have something to eat. Besides, it's not like there's no good food in England."

Bai Ze put down his knife and fork and looked at Dawei in confusion.

"Afternoon tea. Besides, it's not like there's no French food in England. There are also quite a few Chinese restaurants."

"Ms. Que, who says there's no delicious food in England?"

Nodding in agreement, Bai Ze stood up and left the auditorium. After all, he wouldn't starve to death if he skipped a meal.

After the dry bread in my stomach soaked, I didn’t feel very hungry anymore.

"Professor Dai, here is your class schedule for this academic year, along with the class locations. Please take a look at any questions you may have."

Bai Ze took the parchment scroll and opened it in front of him without any hesitation to check it.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is a compulsory course, equivalent to the national language in Japan and Chinese, mathematics and English in China, all of which are of paramount importance.

To be honest, what kind of professors has that old bee Dumbledore been looking for for several years?

"That's a very good plan. I believe we will have plenty of leisure time."

Bai Ze nodded with satisfaction. She was the acting professor of Dark Arts, and she just happened to hit a boundary, allowing Voldemort's curse to curse Professor Quirrell of Dark Arts.

By the way, Voldemort is still in the back of his head. Did I curse myself?

"Very well, ma'am. You can enjoy your teaching career. If you have any questions, please talk to me, or come to my office. I'm usually there."

Nodding, the busy cat rubbed past Bai Ze and hurried to the next destination.

"Ah, so free, why hasn't school started yet?"

After walking around for a while, Baoze decisively returned to her office. It is worth mentioning that her office is called the Alchemy Office, and her main job is to teach students alchemy.

This was what she discovered after she returned to the office and carefully looked through the course schedule that Mag had given her.

After all, there are too many teachers teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Quirrell is a specialized teacher, so he is one step ahead of them.

It seems that the old bee has decided to change the status quo and let many professors use substitute teaching to circumvent the curse, teach some real skills, and prevent students from dying suddenly after leaving school.

Bai Ze flipped through the pages again and found that the name of Snape, the old bat, also appeared in the list of substitute teachers for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"What do you want from me?"

Snape hurried back to the door of his office, but was stopped by Bai Ze just as he was about to enter.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the library?"

"Just...never mind, I'll give you a map, just follow me in."

Pushing the door open, Bai Ze followed in without hesitation. Looking around, he saw a bunch of bottles and jars hanging on the wall, just like Frankenstein. This room was located underground, with no sunlight, and it was quite eerie.

"Is this the legendary Batcave..."