Chapter 195 Snape, Make a Price

When Tang Sen followed Dumbledore's footsteps to the auditorium, the entire auditorium was already packed with people.

Although the auditorium is indeed the busiest place in Hogwarts Castle during lunch, the students who usually come to eat just eat and leave without staying too much, while the teachers are more willing to stay in their offices Meal.

But at this time, not only the students, but also the teachers of Hogwarts were almost here.

Townsend could see Professor Flitwick sitting on a high chair that was significantly higher than the other chairs, smiling and saying hello to him. Next to him was Professor McGonagall, who was sitting upright, and further next to him was a A middle-aged wizard with a gloomy temperament and greasy hair.

The current Head of Slytherin, Professor of Potions, Professor Snape.

Tang Sen couldn't help but look at the other person more, which caught the other person's attention, so he looked back with his cold eyes.

Townsend smiled and nodded. Under Dumbledore's guidance, he sat next to Professor Flitwick. It is worth mentioning that next to Townsend was another huge man with an unreasonable figure. The perception of taking care of other people can only come from a man sitting on a low stool.

"Hello, Professor Tang." The giant raised his hand enthusiastically. Because his face was covered with lush beard, Tang Sen could only see the other person's shining eyes.

"Hello, Professor Hagrid." Tang Sen responded politely.

"Ahaha - you know my name -" Hagrid seemed a little happy. He wiped his hand like a leaf fan on his clothes and stretched out towards Tang Sen: "Just call me Hagrid. I'm not used to other people." Call me professor."

Tang Sen held one of his fingers and shook it, symbolically completing the handshake ceremony.

"I didn't expect you to join Hogwarts in this way." Professor Flitwick also shook hands with Townsend, "It's been less than a week since you last asked to become a Divination professor, right? Now you have Sit next to me."

The Charms professor with goblin blood said with some sigh: "I remember I reminded you that the situation at Hogwarts this year is very complicated, but now it seems that you are very good at handling this situation."

"I just don't want to wait too long." Tang Sen smiled: "For a fortune teller, it is instinct to choose the most beneficial future for you from the long river of time."

"There is no way for the Minister of Magic to approve a stranger's application through divination." Professor Flitwick pointed out the key points, but did not argue. Instead, he smiled friendly and said, "Anyway, Hogg. Woz welcomes you."

Dumbledore walked to the podium of the auditorium. The metal owl that had been solidified with a loud voice spread its wings. He clapped his hands and silenced the auditorium.

"I think everyone should already know." His voice echoed in the auditorium, "We will have a new Divination professor today."

The students burst into cheers, especially the fifth graders, who stood up and even waved their pointy wizard hats.

"Professor Firenze and Professor Tang have concluded their first public class at Hogwarts this morning, and the fifth-year students who participated in the public class have all cast their votes as they think are most appropriate. "

Dumbledore held up an envelope and said, "The results of the vote are now in my hands."

He didn't try to hide anything. Obviously, there was no point in trying to hide things when the result was already known to everyone, so he opened the envelope neatly and read out:

"After a vote by the students, we have happily decided that Mr. Sen Tang will serve as the Divination Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The audience burst into even more excited applause.

Tang Sen stood up at Dumbledore's signal and nodded slightly towards the students.

"Of course, in addition to Professor Tang, I will also announce another decision." To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore continued: "Professor Firenze will temporarily live next to the Black Lake to conduct academic research on astrology. , if students are interested in astrology, they can communicate with Professor Firenze.”

Obviously, most of the students were not interested in this news, but Umbridge, who had been sitting there with a smile and pride on her face, suddenly stood up.

"I disagree!"

She walked forward aggressively and screamed: "He has lost and should be driven back to the jungle that belongs to him! Hogwarts must not become a residence for wild beasts!"

"Professor Umbridge." Dumbledore had obviously expected Umbridge's reaction. He just stared at her with his deep and calm eyes until she was covered with hair, and then said: "First of all, I It needs to be emphasized that centaurs are not beasts, they are extremely intelligent, and secondly, you have no right to interfere with who I let stay in Hogwarts."

Umbridge was shaking with anger and said angrily: "Dumbledore, you will regret it!"

"I am the Headmaster, Professor Umbridge."

Dumbledore said gracefully: "Also, please call me Professor Dumbledore."

This farce obviously added a lot of laughter to the students. They didn't care if there was a centaur living by the Black Lake. Anyway, whether it was the Forbidden Forest or the Black Lake, there were enough strange creatures living in it. too much.

Only Harry Potter cared about this. He was so happy that not only could he have a real diviner as his teacher, but his friend Mr. Firenze the centaur would not be driven away, and Umri Qi was embarrassed in front of the whole school. For him, this was simply the best day of the semester.

Such a good mood allowed him to still smile while teaching the students Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

That's right, Mr. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived and savior, has another identity this semester, teaching some students who are willing to believe in him some magic spells and knowledge to defend against dark wizards.

This is due to Umbridge's poor education level and the pressure brought by Harry's claim that Voldemort has returned, so that some students are willing to pin their hopes on Harry - Harry himself enjoys this feeling .

Although he is only a fifth-year student, no one can deny that he has experienced too many dangerous things, such as repelling Voldemort's remnant soul, killing a basilisk, and even winning the Triwizard Tournament. champion.

Obviously, Umbridge has been trying to catch this illegal student group and try to use this to attack Dumbledore's authority, but the students are very cautious, and the location of the class is chosen in the Room of Requirement-a mysterious, Very few people knew about the Chamber of Secrets, so Umbridge never succeeded.

These trivial matters at Hogwarts have nothing to do with Townsend for the time being. He just tasted some desserts during lunch time. It must be said that the elves at Hogwarts are very good at their craftsmanship, but he still restrained his desire.

For Tang Sen, it would be a huge waste to use his stomach to hold something like this with no extraordinary properties.

He has always had self-control. For the sake of safety, he can endure the torture of the Aztec gold coin curse for several years. In order to become stronger, he can also endure day after day, letting his stomach be full and stuffed with magical animals. Days of flesh and blood.

To this end, he even had the elves at the Leaky Cauldron make jerky so that he could eat it anytime outside of his three meals.

However, a small problem arose.

"Constipation feels really unpleasant."

Tang Sen walked out of the bathroom with sloppy steps, "Maybe I need to go to a pharmacy to buy some laxatives. Hell, do you need to worry about this kind of problem if you become a transcendent?"

"Long-term use of laxatives is not a good idea either."

The students on both sides kept greeting Tang Sen. Tang Sen had to maintain a decent posture and responded with a smile.

The office assigned to him by Dumbledore was on the second floor of the castle, in a clean corridor with no commonly used classrooms. Townsend was glad that he no longer had to deal with students. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a door on the right being pushed open. Open it, and a figure comes out.

The other person was wearing a black robe, had his trademark long greasy hair, and had a cold temperament.

"Professor Snape." Townsend stopped.

Snape nodded, even if he said hello, but he obviously didn't seem to be interested in talking, and walked directly towards the other side of the corridor.

"Wait!" Tang Sen stopped him, "If I remember correctly, you are the professor of Potions, right?"

Snape turned back and frowned.

"Professor Tang, if you want to find someone to chat with, I'm afraid you are looking for the wrong person." He said firmly: "I am not interested in divination. I am going to prepare materials for class now."

No, he didn't seem to be interested in divination. There was simply disgust in his eyes.

Tang Sen knew the source of the other party's disgust.

Snape hated Trelawney and the prophecy she made more than ten years ago, which caused him to lose something very important, and now, this disgust also affected Townsend.

Moreover, Snape didn't seem to be an easy person to communicate with.

So, Tang Sen said straight to the point: "Actually, I have something to ask you for help."

"Does a diviner still need help from others?" Snape moved his face as if he was sneering, "Your deeds have been spread all over the world, and even I thought that the new Divination professor was omnipotent."

"I don't dare claim to be omnipotent." Tang Sen said: "I can only glimpse some of the future. What I want to ask is, you must know a lot about potions, right?"

This sentence received Snape's eyes without any emotion.

He didn't even bother to respond.

"Okay." Tang Sen suppressed his embarrassment and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Is there a magic potion that can strengthen digestion?"

"You are wasting my time." Snape turned and left, "If you have gastrointestinal problems, please go to Mrs. Pomfrey in the school hospital. Mr. Soothsayer, potions are not the ridiculous thing you think."

"I am willing to pay the corresponding price." Tang Sen stopped him and said, "I think the effect I need can only be achieved by potions, and you are the best potion master I can find."

This flattery made Snape stop again, but he did not turn around, but said coldly: "Professor Tang, you said something pertinent, but I am not short of money, and I am not prepared to sell my magic." medicine."

"Everything in the world has a price." Tang Sen habitually said his motto.

"And I'm afraid you can't refuse my price—"

"I refuse." Snape no longer bothered to waste time with Townsend. The hem of his black robes rustled and he walked quickly.

Tang Sen did not catch up, but just stood there and said three words.

"The Resurrection Stone."