Chapter 196 There’s Something Wrong with My Magic

Snape's movements froze.

He stood there for almost a full minute before continuing to walk away without looking back.

"Ouch."

Tang Sen raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

The Potions Professor's willpower was stronger than he imagined. Of course, he was also more face-conscious than he imagined.

"Step by step, I'm not in a hurry anyway. Well, maybe a little bit now."

He rubbed his stomach and opened the door to his office.

Apparently the elves at Hogwarts have carefully cleaned and decorated the office in the past two days, and added various items according to the style of a diviner, or what the wizards think of as a diviner.

For example, there are many books on divination on the bookshelf, and on the desk facing the door, there is a crystal ball made of sterling silver.

Naturally, there is a fireplace that Tang Sen is concerned about. The jar placed next to the fireplace is already filled with Floo powder.

At least in terms of treatment, even if he was not the candidate in Dumbledore's mind, he was not stingy or treated differently at all.

There was a small door next to the bookshelf in the office. Tang Sen turned the handle and saw a small but warm living room inside. Bedding and clothes hangers had been prepared, and the whole room exuded a good smell of incense. .

"This is probably where I'll be staying for the next two or three years."

Tang Sen nodded with satisfaction. His need for material things has never been high.

Although the position of Professor of Divination has been confirmed, the specific teaching will still need to wait for a few more days. Both the procedures of the Ministry of Magic and the arrangement of new courses will take time.

However, Tang Sen already had the corresponding permissions, such as the right to enter the restricted book area of ​​the library and the right to enter and exit Hogwarts.

Without spending too long in the office, Tang Sen grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stood in the fireplace.

"The Leaky Cauldron."

The green flame ignited, and Tang Sen had arrived at the dim Leaky Cauldron Bar. There were not many customers inside, and Old Tom stayed at the bar as usual.

"Don, look at your expression, everything goes well?" he greeted.

"Now you can call me Professor Tang." Tang Sen smiled.

"It seems that you will move to Hogwarts in the future." Old Tom said: "Lunch is ready. Can it be delivered to your room?"

Tang Sen crossed a few tables and greeted two regulars who met him. He walked to the stairs, nodded and said, "Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Tom."

It wasn't until Tang Sen's figure disappeared on the stairs that several regulars started talking and said with envy: "In just a few days, Tang actually became a professor at Hogwarts. It's really amazing."

"It's not like you haven't seen Tang's magical divination skills." Another guest said: "He deserves it. It's a pity that he may come less in the future. I still want him to help me with divination."

"Professor Tang comes every day." Old Tom chimed in behind the bar. Seeing the surprised expressions on the guests' faces, he said proudly, "He can't live without the food at the Leaky Cauldron."

"Hey--" The guests suddenly booed loudly, and a regular customer joked: "Old Tom, your wine is indeed good, but everyone has tasted the food, let alone comparing it to Hogwarts. , even my own craftsmanship is better than yours."

Old Tom's eyes widened and he pretended to be angry: "Eat it or not!"

Then he explained: "Professor Tang is not used to eating Hogwarts food. He comes from the East and his eating habits are a bit..."

Old Tom paused and uttered one word: "Weird."

"How weird can it be? I am a Hufflepuff graduate, and I am most familiar with the food at Hogwarts. Any dish I can think of and want to eat can be made by the elves at Hogwarts. ." A wizard said loudly: "I mean, unless I make particularly excessive demands."

He smiled and said: "Professor Tang can't possibly want to eat dragon meat, right?"

Old Tom: "."

wizard:"?!!"

Tang Sen opened the door to the room and saw the leather suitcase with a crack open and placed in the corner of the room.

He didn't bring the trunk into Hogwarts, and in fact, couldn't have.

Although I can freely travel between Hogwarts and the Leaky Cauldron through the Floo Network, it is just me. Hogwarts Castle has extremely powerful magical monitoring of the Floo Network, and anything that violates the rules cannot pass through the Flying Cauldron. The road network enters the campus.

Of course one is violating the rules.

He opened the box and looked inside. The little girl was sitting by the bed with her head lowered, motionless, and had no reaction to the sudden light or Tang Sen's figure.

Just like every time Tang Sen looked at her.

However, Tang Sen noticed that on her little bed, the pink quilt was carefully folded and wrapped in sheets, and a cute little pillow was placed upright on it, shaped like a snowman.

As if aware of Tang Sen's gaze, the little girl moved back, stretched out a finger, and pushed down the snowman made of blankets. Then she sat back as if nothing had happened and continued to remain motionless.

"She looked like she was enjoying herself."

Smaug's voice came from Tang Sen's consciousness.

"I can't help but admire this little thing. Hell, after staying in such a dark and cramped box for so long, her mood seems to be better than before."

"What about you? Smaug."

Apparently, Smaug was in a situation similar to that of a little girl.

"Ahem, I enjoy myself too. I mean, I love learning."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like learning." Tang Sen said: "Anyway, when you learn the language of this world, you will be able to come out."

"If you can't learn it, then don't come out. You can enjoy yourself anyway."

There was a knock on the door, and Tang Sen opened his suitcase and answered the door.

Old Tom came in carrying a dinner plate.

"Your lunch." He said with unaccustomed respect, "Boss."

"Mr. Tom, I've already told you, don't call me boss." Tang Sen took the plate and put it on the table, "According to our agreement, you will still run the Leaky Cauldron. I will not ask anyone except you. No one but me needs to know that the Leaky Cauldron has changed hands, I mean, including the elves and the pictures on the wall."

Townsend bought the Leaky Cauldron two days ago, which was not a difficult thing for him.

"Of course, I will remember your instructions." Old Tom whispered: "I'm just a little confused. Why should I hide it?"

"Because of the future." Tang Sen smiled and said: "Don't try hard to figure out the behavior of the fortune teller, Mr. Tom."

"Okay." Old Tom paused: "But why do you deliberately tell others about your ingredients-"

"Because of the future."

For a fortune teller, the word future is always very convincing. In fact, Tang Sen likes the identity of a fortune teller so much that it can make many of his actions reasonable.

Isn’t it reasonable that normal people cannot understand the thoughts of people who can see the future?

Holding back his gastrointestinal discomfort, Tang Sen swallowed today's lunch. He could feel that the extraordinary characteristics in his body were a little stronger, including his physical fitness.

Unfortunately, the improvement of physical fitness did not solve Tang Sen's gastrointestinal problems.

Tang Sen pessimistically discovered that even with a dragon's physique, eating too much indigestible meat would cause constipation.

Damn, this is completely different from the fantasy novels I have read. The protagonists in those novels don't have this kind of trouble at all!

Picking up the wand, Tang Sen tried to cast a spell again.

Still a feather, still a levitation spell.

The feathers still didn't fly, but the burning became more intense.

Tang Sen was not discouraged and waved his wand again at the burned out ashes.

"Quick fix!"

呲——

There was a slight explosion, ashes scattered in the firelight, and a slight crack opened in the wooden table.

The corner of Tang Sen's mouth twitched slightly.

"I always feel like there's something wrong with my magic."