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Chapter 397 Latin Learning

After seeing off his roommates who had finished their visit, Andrew finally breathed a sigh of relief - he had calmed down, but his roommates also had to calm down before the situation could be stabilized.

It was indeed too early, so early that even my roommates found it hard to accept it.

His roommates have quite a lot of communication with him on a daily basis, but they all treat him like a master. How can he live a happy campus life in the future?

He is just a wizard who has some strange ideas and is able to put them into practice. How can he be called a master?

"It's solved. Anyway, the next step is to study. I can't study alone without enough knowledge. Anyway, enzymes and other things have been introduced once. I can't ask the professor to help me with it later. Let's learn first and then think about other things."

The laboratory has received a large investment, and there are no specific requirements, so just put it aside for now. I'll start by drafting a notice for the bulletin board and preparing to learn Latin. When I get tired of studying, I'll write a little legend. Once I get on track, I'll learn the orthodox experimental procedures and so on.

"Let's just use the name of that guy Hughes. He's too good at running away to be covered up."

He began to draft quickly, and missed the atmosphere of first grade study very much - it was so simple back then, just paste it casually, and don't worry about slacking off.

It’s not like now, when he is daydreaming, no one dares to disturb him, thinking that he is thinking about the future...

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"Learning Latin?"

Elizabeth glanced at the notice board—the tuition was not low, but the requirements were not low either.

But fortunately, she meets the needs.

Whether it was the high level of listening and speaking required or she had never studied alchemy, she was suitable.

The student was also suitable. There was a third-year student in his own academy, named Hughes, who was interested in History of Magic and had gotten first place in the subject. Everyone had similar interests, so he was not afraid of being stumped even when asked about some professional vocabulary.

She really needed a little extra pocket money, especially after the family had just paid another tax, leaving them with even less money.

It is true that they are nobles, but no one has stipulated that nobles are rich people. Especially that damn castle, it is almost like Hogwarts in restricting the use of electrical appliances, and it costs a lot of money to maintain it every year!

Especially since she was keen on archaeology, she received a lot of money from Peeves, which made things even worse.

"Anyway, go to class. I hope I can get the job and solve my pocket money problem during this period."

She sighed, trying not to dwell on her dwindling wallet.

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"Sure enough, if we borrow Hughes' name, there aren't many applicants."

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and began to select the applicants - he had limited time and had to make his choice based on the two people's class schedules.

"There are only three people who can barely get together, and damn, how come two of them are witches..."

Those aphrodisiac foods gave him some bad impressions, and it took him a long time to persuade himself not to be too narcissistic and think that everyone was violating the rules.

"Let's meet first. I hope the other party won't refuse because of hiding something like this."

But he had to keep it secret before the meeting, so he could only ask Hal to help him pass the message over and make an appointment to meet in an empty classroom - there was no other way, he could only do this before the enthusiasm of the onlookers faded.

After all, solitary confinement is a public matter, and he cannot abuse his power for his personal affairs.

The next afternoon, he finally met three senior students who met the requirements in an empty classroom.

"Sorry, sorry," he began to apologize as soon as he came up. "I borrowed Hughes' name, but I'm actually the one teaching the class. I'm really sorry. If you can't accept it, I will pay one hour's tuition according to the remuneration written in the notice."

"It's okay, but I'm sorry, I really can't teach you."

The only wizard shook his head. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Taylor, I really don't have the confidence to teach you the Latin you want to learn. Sorry, the pressure is too great." "What about five times the salary, Mr. Reeves?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor, I just can't do that."

He even left without taking any pay.

As a result, the second wizard also backed out. Although Andrew intended to give it a try, the other party politely refused after sitting down and did not even try.

"And what about you, Miss Frederica?"

Andrew looked at the last one with hope - he knew that if he showed up, bad things would happen.

The exposure is too great, and you don’t just learn in one day, you learn over a period of time.

It is absolutely impossible to keep it secret. God knows what will be said and how many people will question it.

Those who can master Latin in school still have basic logical thinking, and they definitely don't want to get into this kind of trouble.

"I'm sorry, I might as well..." Elizabeth shook her head and finally refused, "I probably can't."

As expected, the grand reputation brought people's concerns. Andrew sighed.

"How about some more, Miss Frederica?"

"I've received enough attention," she shook her head, but suddenly remembered something, "But I can recommend a teacher for you, but I need an agency fee of seventy Galleons. In return, I can convince him to give free lessons."

"Okay, no problem, Miss Frederica."

Seventy Galleons was not even a fraction of what Professor McGonagall had approved. It was a bit expensive as an agency fee, but if it was the agency fee plus tuition, then it was okay.

He happily paid, and then Miss Frederica quickly slipped out, "Wait a moment, I have to ask a friend, he's not easy to find."

'The downside of being famous is that learning a language puts pressure on the other party.'

He sighed, hoping that Miss Frederica could really do it - after all, he was not worried about being cheated of money at school.

'Speaking of which, she seems to be very short of money, but it has nothing to do with me. She doesn't teach me Latin...'

While she was thinking, Miss Frederica appeared with a strange 'person'.

'The Fat Friar?'

Andrew's eyes widened.

"Hello, Monk."

"Ah, it's Mr. Taylor," the fat monk said gently as always, "I'm relieved. I've heard many stories about you. They said you reversed the Transfiguration."

He floated over and said, "I heard from Elizabeth that a friend of hers wanted to learn Latin and asked me to teach her. I'm worried whether she will accept it."

"How could anyone refuse Latin taught by a clergyman? You are the most professional clergyman in the whole of Hogwarts, sir. You are the best at it."

Elizabeth's face showed no sign of having sold her friend for seventy Galleons. "Please, sir."

"Of course, I won't refuse to help Mr. Taylor," the fat monk smiled gently, "No Hufflepuff would refuse to help with something within their ability. Gourmet magic is our specialty."

Andrew suddenly had a bad feeling - Miss Elizabeth had sold him out in two ways.

But it works, and who better to know Latin than an ancient priest?

(End of this chapter)