Chapter 45 Star Teacher (Nothing to Thank You for, More Updates

Chapter 45 Star Teacher (Nothing to thank you for, just add one more chapter)

Something was waiting in the shadows, Eric realized that, he didn't dare to turn off the lights to sleep, let alone walk alone in the night.

He began to be suspicious, and even missed sleep. More than once, he saw the twisted shadow stretching out in the darkness, and heard the whispers echoing in his ears in the middle of the night.

He didn't know where the inexplicable fantasy came from, and fear drove him to his hiding place in London, but the feeling of being spied on did not disappear, but became more and more serious. Even more terrible, he found that he was infected with the plague.

In despair, he wrote to Snape, hoping to get the help of the potion expert. He did get the help of Snape, but it was after he was almost crazy.

Snape used potions to temporarily stabilize his spirit and plague, sealed the fragments with Dumbledore's curse-breaking box, and soon gave Eric the Polyjuice Potion to help him divert the Aurors. If all this is possible, Eric can arrive at Hogsmeade smoothly.

"Before the Ministry of Magic arrested Eric, Dumbledore wanted to talk to him. Dumbledore has always suspected that all this is a conspiracy of the Death Eaters, but Fudge completely disagrees with his point of view." Snape explained.

Given that the Ministry of Magic has blocked a large number of floo networks and arranged people in various important towns, taking the train to Hogsmeade is indeed a good choice.

Church, Dumbledore, Ministry of Magic. Xing Ze shook his head helplessly. It is often the outside world that destroys a solid alliance, not to mention that the alliance is not so fragile.

He temporarily let go of his thoughts to let his brain take a breath. It was late at night. He walked through the quiet and dim corridor and met Mr. Filch, who was patrolling at night, on the way. The two greeted each other.

When he was almost at his dormitory, Xing Ze had almost finished reading the second letter, except for the part written in runes. His Latin was so-so, and his runes were even worse.

By chance, he turned over the letter, and the strange and familiar symbol jumped into his eyes at that moment. A sudden chill came over him, and Xing Ze stopped abruptly. He couldn't move his eyes away from the symbol.

He used his remaining will to force himself to raise his head, but found that he was not in school, but at a crossroads. Snowflakes were floating quietly, and the only street lights on the street flickered above his head.

He saw the vending machine not far away, and took a trembling breath. The cold air stimulated his brain. He knew what would happen next, something was coming from the darkness...

The cry of the blue beak brought him out of his fantasy, and the black cat was circling restlessly between his feet.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xing Ze folded the letter. He now knew why Snape handed all the letters to him so easily.

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Xing Ze didn’t sleep well. After two nights of peace, the nightmare came as expected. He dreamed of his first case, the girl with long hair and big eyes.

He came to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror, looking a little haggard, with deep eye sockets and bloodshot eyes. He took a deep breath and pressed his two fingers on his carotid artery.

The black cat was yawning lazily on the bed. Xing Ze walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame to look at it. "If I can shut up, things will be much simpler."

Tomorrow is Wednesday. He has a class in the afternoon, so he came to the public office after breakfast.

The public office of the Muggle Studies class is not too far from the teaching area, just next to the infirmary. When he arrived, Professor Bubbaji was reading a newspaper.

"Good morning, young man, I was not seen yesterday."

Xing Ze smiled and said, "He went to Edinburgh and bought some things for the city."

"Very thoughtful." Professor Bubbaji pointed to the window, "There is my letter, the two little guys arrived very early."

Xing Ze looked out the window, where two magic owls were parked. He opened the window, took the letters from them, and gave them to a few Nat.

One of them was a postcard from the Likouala region of Congo, sent by his mother, who was studying poisonous horned beasts there recently. The letter said that she was proud of Xing Ze because he was a teacher at Hogwarts.

One of the letters was signed by Big Dog, and the content was simple. As he had expected before, the Oil Gang was active in Knockturn Alley, and seemed to be looking for the black-haired red girl.

The letter mentioned that he got some clues from another informant and would go to investigate tomorrow. As for what clues, Big Dog did not say clearly.

Xing Ze put the two letters into the ring, and then walked back to his seat.

"Hey, young man." Professor Bubage shouted at him, "He has to tell me that there are a lot of students who sign up for my class."

Xing Ze frowned, confused. At that time, Ben came in, and as soon as he saw Xing Ze, he shouted, "Look, that's their star teacher."

"What am I talking about, Ben?"

"Didn't Professor Bubage tell me?" Ben took the cup from his desk, "Many students signed up for my class, which exceeded expectations."

"How many people?" Xing Ze asked anxiously.

Professor Bubage answered him, "Two hundred? Two hundred and thirty? He didn't count carefully."

"Two hundred and twenty-three." Ben, who was pouring coffee, corrected.

That number made Xing Ze take a breath. There are about a thousand students in Hogwarts, with an average of 140 students per year. This means that it covers almost two years of Muggle Studies classes, which is equivalent to one main class. Teacher workload.

"It's more than he and Ben put together, young man." Professor Bubbaji winked at Xing Ze, "So he changed the course and I have one more class on Monday at noon."

"Why is that? As far as he knows, isn't that course very popular? He said that not many people would take that course when he was studying there."

Ben took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "Am I denying them?"

"he……"

"Relax, just kidding, man." Ben looked like he was gloating.

"He doesn't know why there are so many students signing up for his class."

"Maybe that can help me answer the question." Professor Bubaji threw the newspaper with his legs to Xing Ze, "Look at the columns."

Xing Ze took it and took a look. There was a report about him in the column section of the Hogwarts school newspaper, and the title was "Unsung Hero."

The article tells how he used the drying charm to stabilize the temperature on the train, and how he bravely went outside to fight against the monster.

After reading the entire article, Xing Ze felt a headache. He looked at the author of the article, Cedric Diggory, and swallowed the curse words that came to his lips.

An adolescent child begging for his life. he cried in his mind now.

"Someone is asking to be the star of the year." Ben stood behind Xing Ze and announced loudly.

Xing Ze gave the newspaper to Professor Bubaji and asked doubtfully: "What grade is he in class at this time?"

"First to second grade."

"Wait a minute, don't elective courses only exist in third grade?"

Professor Boubaji nodded and said: "Isn't that the case before? This semester has changed. Principal Dumbledore wants young wizards to know more about the Muggle world. He agrees with him very much."

Did the old wizard receive any stimulation? Xing Ze recalled that during the interview, Dumbledore mistakenly said that few students would choose that course. Why is that so ironic now that I think about it.

"On Wednesday I have classes for first to second grade, Friday I have class for third to fourth grade, and Monday I have class for fifth grade. The rest is left to him and Ben."

"How many students are there in our group?" Xing Ze asked.

"Oh, my God, it's already that time." Professor Bubbaji stood up in a panic, picked up the textbook and materials and asked to leave, "He has been very classy for a long time. Wish me good luck, dear."

Ben also learned a lot. He went to help his friend Henry on the pretext of asking to help his friend Henry. He put down the tea cup and was about to leave, but Xing Ze stopped him.

"Does he remember my friend Henry Bachert, the Potions teacher?"

"Uh, that's right."

"Very good. If he needs help, ask him for help."

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