Settle at Hogwarts

Myrtle nervously stopped eating and looked at the young professor opposite through the thick glasses.

"Professor, what?"

Tabor comforted him: "Don't worry, what I said before is still valid. But if you really apply for this position, you may have fewer students than I do now."

Myrtle breathed a heavy sigh of relief, with a smile on her face: "Actually, it would be great for me to have a job in the future. My parents are very supportive of me knowing that I have the opportunity to stay in school."

Tabor nodded. For ordinary young wizards born in the Muggle world, their understanding of the wizarding world only lasts seven years before they enter society.

It's really nice to be able to stay in a relatively familiar environment.

"It's not too early now. I'll take you back to Ravenclaw Tower. The new administrator is not an easy guy to get along with."

Tubo said as he walked out of the office first and successfully sent Myrtle back to the Ravenclaw lounge.

"Who was that just now?"

"Just a student."

Tabor said casually and glanced at Peeves, who was floating beside him and suddenly appeared.

"By the way, have you observed the new administrator?"

Peeves nodded vigorously, with a signature smile on his face.

"Of course, I still put a lot of big shit eggs in his office."

It occurred to Tubo that it seemed that every generation of Hogwarts administrators did not get along well with Peeves.

"I want to go to Dumbledore's place, although it's a little late now."

The original appointment with Dumbledore was to go to his place after class in the evening to pick up the materials Newt sent.As a result, I only had one class in the afternoon. After that, I answered some questions for Miss Warren, and that was it.

Tubber walked through the secret passage and knocked tentatively on the door of Dumbledore's office.At this time, Peeves no longer knew where he had wandered off to play.

"Tub, I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

Seeing Grindelwald on the sofa, as well as Clay Grindelwald and Dumbledore, Tubo was not surprised at all.

"Sorry professor, I was answering a question for a student earlier. Come here now so I won't disturb you."

Dumbledore summoned the cup and kettle without paying attention: "Sit down, I'll get your share of materials."

Grindelwald glared at Tubo without any trace, with a disturbed expression written all over his face.

Compared to Grindelwald, Tabor was obviously more interested in the boy named Clay.

A few months ago, he couldn't tell when he was born in Nurmengard, but now he looks very much like Grindelwald, except for his blue eyes.

"Ahhh~"

Tabor subconsciously pulled out his wand, summoned his patronus, and ran to Clay's side.

"Tub, you still like the cubs so much."

Dumbledore carried a large bag of things and walked out of his lounge. When he saw the familiar Patronus lying next to his son, he said something with emotion.

Tabor: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't, I don't like wizard cubs."

It was because of his last name that he got a little more attention.

"Senior Newt, does he need anything else?"

Tabor looked at the contents of the bag and asked without raising his head.

"If it's convenient, you can give him some love potion. It is said to be very effective in the reproduction of endangered and rare animals."

Tabor scratched his head and thought about his two owls. It seemed that even the love potion had no effect. On the contrary, they even disliked each other even more.Will there really be no problems after using Newt’s magical animals?

"OK, wait."

Tabor flipped through his latest purchase, a small pocket specially designed to hold potions.He took out a bottle of love potion and put it on the coffee table.

"Professor, please help me send it over."

Tabor glanced at Fox, who was standing timidly on the shelf. If nothing else happened, it would soon be delivering a cross-border express.

"That's no problem. It just so happens that I also want to send him something."

Dumbledore rubbed his son's short golden hair, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Tabor looked at Grindelwald who was already a little impatient next to him, but ignored his urging eyes: "Professor, what do you think about the divination class...?"

"My prophecies are all gifts and cannot be taught to others."

Grindelwald's face turned cold. He didn't want to teach those divination people.Moreover, that would greatly reduce the time he spent with Albus.

Tabor suddenly realized that he might have been overdoing it.I feel that Grindelwald needs to have a clear identity other than a dark wizard.Only in this way can little Clay not be implicated in what he has done before, and live openly and openly in the sun.

But he didn't expect that he was just being sentimental.

"It's up to you, I'm just making a suggestion."

After Tabor finished speaking, he left here directly.

Dumbledore stared at the closed office door: "He also means well."

Grindelwald's lips curled up slightly, and he pulled his son and lover into his arms: "I know, but I just want to be with you now."

Dumbledore naturally heard what he meant, but did not refute it.They have been separated for a long time over the years, so long that even after being together for more than a year, they still feel unreal and reluctant to separate.

Tabor walked in the secret passage back, the wand in his hand was not lit, but the slightly ancient stone bricks were clearly visible in his eyes.

He was mumbling words that he didn't even understand, and his mind was wandering.

Then, Tabor crashed into a cold-ghost body.

"Hey, isn't this Professor Prince? Are you still on patrol so late at night?"

Tabor glanced at the ghost he had just passed through: "Sir Nicholas, I haven't seen you for a long time. I just came back from Professor Dumbledore. How are you doing recently?"

Nick's expression was very sad, like a salted fish who had lost his dream.

"Yeah, what could be worse than this? I'm already like this, there's nothing good or bad about it."

Watching Nick float into the wall in front of him, Tabor continued to move forward, wondering in his mind how many times he had failed to apply for the Headless Horseman Club.

Probably, there are a few days every year when Nick is in his lowest period.

When Tabor returned to his lounge, he finally pulled back his thoughts that were wandering like ghosts.

He reached out and touched the already sleeping cherry, then lay down on the bed, looking straight at the silver scale that had always been balanced on the roof.

Tabor turned over, closed his eyes and began to feel his body carefully.

Feel the desire power in the soul being transformed into divine power, and the divine power nourishes the body and soul.