Chapter 6： The Great Crisis of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Lynn resisted the urge to hit the dead old man's head with the beer in his hand, and squeezed his temper to pull the small bench to the opposite side of him.

Professor Fox seemed unaware of Lynn's grievance, and couldn't wait to grab the beer from his hand.

"Dark beer made in Germany." He smacked his lips.

"Tsk tusk, I don't like the taste very much, but I can barely accept it."

He tore open the beer bag and threw a can to Lynn.

Lynn took the beer and rolled his eyes.

"I am still a minor and cannot drink alcohol."

Even though he said that, he still opened the tab. What happened today was a bit fucking.

Professor Fox smiled as he watched Lynn's duplicity.

He laughed a lot like Lynn, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"I squint my eyes every day when I'm so old, no wonder there are so many lines on the corners of my eyes, hum."

Lynn also took a pair of chopsticks for himself, dipped it in the soup in the cauldron, and tasted it. The taste was very familiar.

Professor Fox took a sip of beer and said triumphantly.

"Today, you are going to enjoy your taste. This is the delicious taste I brought back from Chengdu when I was traveling in China. Just brush the ingredients gently into the boiling soup, and you can taste the supreme delicacy.

As for those five-star hotels, they cheat foreigners. The true oriental food is actually hidden in the streets and alleys. They can't fool me.

You make German wine and I make Chinese food. You make a lot of money. "

Isn't 　　 just hot pot? It's like someone didn't eat one.

Although there was a hot pot as compensation, Lynn still remained angry. He stared at Professor Fox's strangely pale face and said.

"If you are in poor health and drink spicy beer, don't accidentally die."

Fox waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, I'm just a little afraid of heights. Besides, didn't I ask you to buy medicine for me?" He smiled and raised his hand of beer, "This is the cure for all diseases."

Lynn looked at him suspiciously, suspecting that the unscrupulous professor was fooling himself again.

"Wizards also have a fear of heights?"

"Of course there will be." Fox can't wait to put a piece of hot cooked lamb into his mouth. He uses chopsticks very skillfully, and it seems that he did not eat less when he was traveling in China.

"Wizards are also human beings. Of course they will get sick as long as they are human."

"Don't have such a big grievance, Belloc.

Do you know how much I have committed to come to you?

Because I’ve never been here, I can’t Apparate. I can only go to the Broken Cauldron Bar. I don’t have a Muggle currency on me. It’s too bad to go to Gringotts to exchange money with those fairies, Muggle’s. I couldn't get on the transportation, so I had to ride a flying broomstick to fly over.

But my fear of heights is very serious. I really can’t control the **** broom. After flying for about ten minutes, I can’t hold it anymore. Then I fell from the sky, but fortunately, I finally reached my destination. "

Fox drank two sips, and began to pour Linn's bitterness.

Listening to what he said, Lynn really has no temper. People came all the way to help an eleven-year-old child familiarize themselves with the magic world. It was nothing to ask him to have a drink.

After thinking about it, Lynn was also happy to have a hot pot and drink beer and chat with Fox.

"I heard that the professor teaches defense against the Dark Arts class?"

"That's right." Fox shook the beer can in his hand. "I originally applied for a magic text professor. If I owed Dumbledore a favor, I wouldn't have come to do this very risky misery. I can pray for a good end this year."

"Why? Is there any danger in being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Lynn asked knowingly.

"Danger?" Fox gave a chuckle, poured half a can of beer into his stomach, and then looked at Lynn, "Do you know how many defense against the Dark Arts professors have been changed at Hogwarts since 1956?"

Lynn shook his head blankly.

"21 of them, of which 12 years have not been used to set up this professorship. Guess how many of these 21 people died accidentally during their tenure."

"10?" Lynn tentatively said a compromise number.

"Guess again."

"...13?"

"It was 14, with a mortality rate of more than 60%. One surviving one could only lie in bed all his life, and two were disabled for life."

Lynn took a breath. He knew it was dangerous to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, but he had never thought that the death rate would be so high.

"Then... the other wizards are not fools, who would be willing to apply for a job with such a high risk?" Lynn asked his doubts.

"Do you think these data will be released at Hogwarts? Even if I am determined to be the professor of this year, I found the relevant files in the Hogwarts Library and compiled them together."

"It's because of my conscience." Fox took the chopsticks and fished for the meat slices in the pot. "If you change to someone else, you will be scared to see these data."

"What is the source of the danger?" Lynn asked cautiously.

Fox toasted and touched Lynn, and drank the beer in the can.

"Who knows." His eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking. "There are rumors that this position was cursed by a man called the Dark Lord, and some people say that these are actually Dumbledore's conspiracies. Some people say it's just a coincidence. But who can tell the truth."

Lynn thought that Fox was worried about his safety in the next year, so he comforted.

"Teach you a good luck, there will be no problems."

Fox opened a can of beer again.

"Stop talking about the mess, UU read and tell me about you, Minerva wrote to tell me that you are a ghost, and now it seems that your conversation and demeanor are really not as good as you should be at your age. It looks like."

Lynn shrugged and pretended to be casual: "Getting more means giving more. I don't think this is a good thing."

Fox didn’t doubt it too much. He nodded in agreement: “You’re really not a commendable thing about being a teenager. I heard that you even found your adoptive father at your own expense?”

"It's not a cost, I just signed a non-legally binding agreement with him, promising that after I inherit my parents' estate, I will transfer one third of the estate to him as a reward."

"Is he actually willing?"

"Of course he doesn't want to." Lin En sipped his beer and shook his head, "Who would make a fair deal with a kid."

He wanted to trick me into not signing an agreement, and really adopt me and be my guardian, so that the money my parents left me might be his in the future.

I'm not stupid. It happened at the time of the magical riot, and he thought he would eat me and did not put me in his eyes, so he used some small means to pinch the handle of his embezzlement of public funds, half-coercedly forcing it. He signed the conditional adoption agreement. "

Fox looked at him in astonishment: "How old were you then?"

"It's about ten years old." Lynn thought for a while, "it seems not long after his tenth birthday."

Fox was stunned for a long time before he laughed dumbfounded.

"It seems that Minerva did not make a mistake, you are indeed a ghost."

He put down his chopsticks and beer, and suddenly looked at Lynn with a smile.

"I think you are very temperamental with me. Are you interested in accepting my investment? Mr. Belloc?"