Mrs. Hombe had become the Professor of Potions for the first to third years. Headmaster Dumbledore was very pleased to have a new member in his teaching team. He stroked his beard and smiled as he held a welcome dinner.
The stars of the dinner were the newly appointed Madam Olivia Hombe and the Defense Against Dark Magic Professor Jacob. Jacob did not make it to the opening dinner.
The position of Defense Against Dark Magic Professor was not easy to hold. Most people could not stay for more than a semester, so he had to leave some good memories for these cheap professors.
Jacob trembled as he sat beside Professor Hombe. He smiled stiffly as he listened to Professor Hombe's voice. 'Ah, the pervert who went to the ladies' room in the middle of the night is Jacob Kowalski?
Defense Against Dark Magic Professor?
Tsk tsk tsk … '
Noticing Jacob's gaze, Hombe turned her head and greeted Jacob in a seemingly friendly manner. "Hello, Professor Kowalski."
If she was not muttering pervert in her heart, she would be friendlier. Jacob smiled awkwardly and politely. "Last time was really a misunderstanding, Professor Hombe. Just call me Jacob …"
"Of course I believe it was a misunderstanding." Mrs. Hombe smiled and nodded. "Professor Kowalski, but I think we should keep a certain distance." Pervert.
"Yes … of course …" Jacob scratched his head and turned his head. He stared at the unknown strange food in front of him and smiled awkwardly.
"Enjoy the beautiful night!" Headmaster Dumbledore ended his speech and waved his hand to signal everyone to start eating.
He saw Jacob staring blankly at the burger and thought it was a little funny. "Hehehehe, Professor Jacob, I heard that the food in Hogwarts is not to your taste." Headmaster Dumbledore patted Jacob's shoulder. "So I specially asked the house elves to think about American food …"
"Fresh 'Magic Pickled Fish Burger'!"
Dumbledore solemnly introduced the food in front of him to Jacob. "Made with the fattest boneless fish in the Black Lake, a combination of British and American characteristics, the house elves even wanted to pour salty soup sauce on it …"
"But I stopped him." Dumbledore winked. "Because I think this' burger 'is enough of a burger. I hope you like it."
Fortunately, it was stopped. Otherwise, this thing could not be called a hamburger at all, although it did not look like one now. "It looks pretty good." Jacob nodded with a smile, glad that not everyone was a psychic.
"Hahahaha, I'm glad you like it." Dumbledore stroked his beard and forked a piece of cake. Yes, he didn't eat properly at dinner. Darius would nag again if she knew.
Jacob looked at the pickled fish burger in front of him, which was obviously hard to swallow. The black filling was dripping with purple sauce, and the lettuce next to the filling looked a little withered.
Among all the dishes Jacob had seen, only the famous British dish 'Stargazy Sky' was comparable to this in terms of darkness.
He swallowed his saliva and suddenly remembered Snape's warning on his first day at the Hogwarts.
'I hope you have a good time at your post, but you'd better be careful not to have any accidents at school …'
Jacob glanced at the black bat who was eating gracefully and accidentally met his' sharp 'gaze. In his nervousness, Jacob picked up the burger on the table and took a bite to hide his peeping.
"Ugh …" He almost vomited.
Snape sheathed the knife of his eyes and elegantly and fiercely killed the vegetable salad in front of him. There's a new Potionology professor, why don't you let me teach you Black Magic Defense?
He sighed and snorted, forking the shredded lettuce in the bowl into his mouth.
Professor Flivy, who was next to Snape, carefully raised his fork. Why is he throwing a tantrum again?
Professor Snape's temper was really unpredictable.
Professor Flivy looked at Snape's vegetable salad, a puzzled expression on his face. Could it be that the lettuce was not washed properly?
"Hey!
Our new potions professor is a beauty! "The little adepts below were so bored that they started discussing the new potions professor.
"Finally …" A little lion from the second year lowered his voice. "We won't be seeing Professor Snape for a while." He clenched his fists and prayed to the candles floating in the sky. "Thank you Merlin!
I don't want any presents for Christmas this year — this is the best present! "
"Huh?"
A little snake from the lower year of Slytherin was obviously reluctant. "We won't be able to attend Professor Snape's class for a while …"
A little snake with curly hair looked very disappointed. "I really hope I can get promoted to the fourth year quickly …"
"That Hombe professor looks so young. Can he teach us Potionology well?"
The little blonde snake muttered. He crossed his arms in dissatisfaction. "He looks younger than my 20-year-old sister!
Does he know how to put the ingredients in water? "
Anna sat at the side and watched the commotion without saying anything. She was more interested in the little blonde snake's expression when he found out about Mrs. Hombe's age.
Belinda had the same thought. She smiled mysteriously and reached out to take a small piece of cake.
The little blonde snake suddenly noticed Anna's gaze and suddenly felt unhappy for some reason. "Hey, you're a Muggle. What's with that look?"
Eh?
Anna was a little surprised. In the past, when she kept a low profile, she had never attracted anyone's attention. But soon, Anna remembered. Maybe it was the effect of her increasing reputation …
Seeing that Anna did not say anything, the little blonde snake went further. "Anna Lawrence, right?
I didn't pay special attention to you before … "
"Don't think that we'll accept you just because you answered a few questions in class and helped the academy add a few points." The little blonde snake raised his head. In Anna's eyes, he looked a little silly and very dramatic. "You're a pitiful Muggle!"
The golden-haired snake stared at Anna. Anna had an amused expression on her face, as if to say, 'Come on, continue your performance.'
Let's see if you have the strength to provoke me.
Belinda ate the cake while watching the commotion. Her pupils were shaking and her expression was excited. She was just short of waving a small flag and shouting 'Fight, fight!'.
Marcus Flint's attention was attracted. He was usually most happy to see a Muggle Wizard being picked on. When he turned his head and saw who was the one being picked on …
At that moment, he recalled the fear of being dominated by the big flowery arm and mahjong on the Hogwarts Express.
The duck leg in his hand was about to slip. Flint swallowed his saliva and patted the little blonde snake's shoulder. "Brother, I have a suggestion. Don't provoke her …"
"Who …" The little blonde snake impatiently turned his head. When he saw that it was Slytherin's most potential ball chaser, Marcus Flint, his eyes lit up. "Senior Flint!"
The little golden-haired snake reacted for a while and seemed to understand something. He looked at Flint and then looked at Anna. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face. "Oh …" He stretched out his voice and nodded to himself.
"I understand …"
The little blonde snake obediently turned around, as if nothing had happened just now.
"?" Belinda's hand that was sending the cake to her mouth stopped.
What did he understand?
Anna, Belinda, and Flint all had the same question.