I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

　　 Kidnap!

　　 That is a white lie! Kindly understand!

　　 After returning home, Lynn bitterly criticized his system.

　　 and vowed to never put on this shameful title!

　　 This is a slander on the personality of others, the trampling of ethics, which must be resisted.

　　 Throwing the system aside, Lynn was preparing dinner while thinking about going to London to take a look tomorrow.

　　 There is still less than 10 minutes before the end of the time-limited mission, and the professor that Professor McGonagall said that he will come over has never heard of it.

　　 The task reward Lynn is definitely not going to miss, so he can't wait any longer.

　　 Just when he was washing the tomatoes on his hands and his soul was flying away, a sudden movement came from the window of the living room.

　　 Lynn heard the noise, turned his head and looked out the window, and found an owl looking at him through the glass.

　　Sure enough, good people are rewarded! Just after telling a white lie today, the Hogwarts owl came that night.

　　 Lynn opened the window for the owl, got a thin envelope from it, and then broke it with some crumbs and poured a bowl of water to entertain the guest from afar.

　　 I didn't make the meal. Lynn sat on the sofa and opened the envelope. There was only a piece of paper inside.

　　Dear Mr. Belloc:

　　Professor Adrian Fox from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will visit at 9 am on July 3rd.

　　 Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Vice Principal.

　　Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

　　 Lynn tilted his head in thought with the letter.

　　 It is said that the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts was cursed by Voldemort, and Lynn did not know whether the rumors were true.

　　 But the defense professor at Hogwarts does have an accident every year, that is to say, it is changed every year.

　　 This year is 1990, and there is still one year before the beginning of the Harry Potter school plot.

　　 And this Professor Fox, who has the same surname as Dumbledore’s pet Phoenix, is a character who has not appeared in the original book.

　　 His temper and character are unknown to Lynn.

　　 This makes him a little headache.

　　Who knows what happened to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

　　 As everyone knows, Dumbledore’s vision for the defense class professor has always been unreliable. What if this Professor Fox is a dark wizard?

　　 It's better to let Snape's wifeless face.

　　 Damn it! Didn’t you say that good people are rewarded?

　　 Just as Linn was frowning, the letter-delivery owl was already full and satisfied. It flew around the living room with satisfaction, as if thanking Linn for his hospitality, and then flew into the night sky Shishiran.

　　I can't think of any clues, so Lyn simply didn't think about it.

　　 Since Professor McGonagall will let him take him to Diagon Alley to purchase, it shows that he trusts his character.

　　 Professor McGonagall is a responsible principal. Since she is someone she trusts, there shouldn't be any problems.

　　 When the soldiers will come to block, the water will cover the soil, and tomorrow's affairs will be left to tomorrow's self. Today, he will fix today's supper first.

　　...

　　 Early the next morning, Lynn finished his daily morning run. After breakfast, he prepared refreshments to meet guests and waited for Professor Fox’s visit.

　　 But he waited left and right, waiting until it was close to ten o'clock and didn't wait for the professor to arrive.

　　 Just as Linn waited impatiently and felt like he was being released, there was a loud noise in his backyard!

　　 Through the window, you can see the outside like a plane crashing, and large swaths of damp mud mixed with turf fly all over the sky.

　　 Lynn's face changed, and he hurriedly ran from the living room to the backyard, and then saw a scene full of mess.

　　 An old man with silver hair and a slender figure is lying on the ground of his house in a posture of dog feces.

Behind 　　 there is a flying broom that was broken into two sections, trembling crazily.

　　 The most painful thing for Lynn to breathe was that a large piece of turf was destroyed.

He has not inherited the inheritance yet. The monthly expenses are fixed and a limited amount is deducted from the inheritance. The money saved has to be exchanged for Jin Jialong at Diagon Alley. There is no money left to exchange for such a large piece of money. The turf is gone.

　　 Just as Lynn fell into the grief of poverty, this time the perpetrator, the old silver-haired man, staggered up from the ground.

　　 He was wearing a long windbreaker with white lining and even a tie. A little mud and grass leaves made him look a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't hide his detached temperament.

　　 "Lynn Bellock?"

　　 The old man shook the dirt on his glasses, and asked as he put it on his face.

　　 Lynn was pulled back to his senses by his voice.

　　 "Uh, yes, it's me."

　　 "It's you, it seems I didn't fly the wrong route. I am your Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Adrian Fox. You can call me Professor Fox."

　　Professor Fox’s voice was slightly hurried. After he stood firm, he took out his wand and waved it at the two poor flying broomsticks, and they immediately fell silent.

　　 Before Lynn could open his mouth to speak, he turned back and grabbed Lynn's arm and pulled him into the living room.

　　 "Then what..."

　　 "Stop talking boy, listen to me." After entering the room, Professor Fox breathed heavily again, and his voice quickly interrupted Lynn.

　　 "My body is in some trouble now, so I need you to help me prepare something. This is very important, can you understand it?"

　　 Although he didn't know what was going on, Lynn could see that the face of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor did indeed appear unhealthyly pale.

"clear."

　　 Seeing that the situation is indeed urgent now, Lynn is not talking nonsense.

　　 After arriving in the living room, Professor Fox began to take things out of his trench coat pocket.

　　 is like a different-dimensional pocket of a Doraemon. The space inside seems to be endless. Soon the mess piled up beside Professor Fox.

　　 "Crucible, alcohol stove, tuber, grease, powder...I need wine, alcohol and red wine are not good! Must be wine fermented with barley!"

　　Professor Fox soon discovered what he was missing. He looked at Lynn eagerly, as if time was running out.

　　 Lin En pressed for a moment, then shook his head quickly.

　　 "There is no beer in my house, but there is a convenience store 200 meters east of here, I can buy it."

　　Professor Fox seemed to be in a really bad state, and he looked at Lynn gratefully.

　　 "Please, Belloc."

　　 "You are holding on to the professor, I'll be back soon."

　　 Lynn picked up his jacket and ran out of the house, with a clear goal and headed straight for the convenience store.

　　 Under the surprised eyes of the convenience store salesperson, UU reads www.uukanshu. Com directly took the canned beer, threw the money on the counter, and ran home again without even looking for change.

　　 Until he ran away, the cashier remembered that he was still a minor and the law required to buy any alcoholic beverages, but he couldn't find it at this time.

　　 On the way back, Lynn suddenly felt something wrong.

　　 The professor just looked like he was going to make potions, but how can there be a recipe for potions that requires beer?

And this professor is too anxious. He doesn’t look like he is being chased. If he knows the potion that can solve physical problems, it proves that he is definitely not ill for the first time. Medicine should always be available, and it is impossible to refine it on the spot.

　　 The more Lynn thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and the more he felt something was wrong, the faster he ran back.

　　 Less than 5 minutes back and forth, he returned home.

　　 As soon as the living room door opened, Lynn smelled a tempting fragrance.

　　 The scene in front of him stunned him.

　　 On the chopping board, two kitchen knives were not controlled by anyone, but they were swung up and down quickly. Fresh potatoes and lettuce were neatly sliced ​​into thin skins, and one by one jumped into the plate as if they had long legs.

　　 The old man who claimed to be Professor Fox was sitting in the middle of the living room, holding a pair of chopsticks that came out of the kitchen, and quickly dropped the lamb into the boiling cauldron.

　　 "Oh, Belloc, you came back so fast, I didn't expect that there were chopsticks in your house, so I had to use Transfiguration to make a pair of them."

　　 The alcohol stove is burning, and the red soup in the cauldron is floating with bright oil. Professor Fox smiled and looked at the door, looking at Lin with a dull-eyed beer, just like an old fox stealing a chicken.