My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 5.005. The Old Fox

Kidnapping my head!

That was a white lie! A white lie, you understand?

Back home, Lynn angrily criticized his system.

And I swear I will never, ever bear this shameful title!

This is a slander against his character and a trampling of his integrity, and it must be resisted.

Putting the system aside, Lynn prepared dinner while thinking about going to central London the next day.

There are less than 10 days left until the end of the timed mission, and there has been no news of the professor that Professor McGonagall said would come.

Lynn certainly wasn't going to miss out on the mission rewards, so he couldn't wait any longer.

Just as he was washing the tomatoes in his hands, lost in thought, a strange noise suddenly came from the living room window.

Lynn heard a noise, turned his head to look out the window, and saw an owl looking at him through the glass.

Good deeds are rewarded! I told a white lie today, and the owl from Hogwarts arrived that very night.

Lynn opened the window for the owl, took a thin envelope from it, and then broke off some breadcrumbs and poured a bowl of water to entertain the guest who had come from afar.

She didn't even cook dinner. Lynn sat on the sofa and opened the envelope. There was only one piece of paper inside.

Dear Mr. Bellock:

Professor Adrian Fox of the Defense Against the Dark Arts will be visiting at 9:00 a.m. on July 3.

Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Lynn held the letter, tilting his head in deep thought.

It is said that the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts was cursed by Voldemort, but Lynn did not know whether the rumor was true.

But Hogwarts' Defense Strategy professor does indeed have problems every year, meaning they are replaced annually.

This year is 1990, and there is still one year before the Harry Potter school storyline begins.

Professor Fawkes, who shares the same surname as Dumbledore's pet phoenix, is a character who has never appeared in the original books.

His temperament and character were unknown to Lynn.

This gave him a bit of a headache.

Who knows what kind of trouble the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor caused this year?

As we all know, Dumbledore's judgment in choosing Defense Defence professors has always been unreliable. What if Professor Fawkes is a dark wizard?

It would be better to have Snape, that shameless guy, do it.

How outrageous! Isn't it said that good people are rewarded?!

Just as Lynn was frowning in distress, the owl that delivered the message had finished eating and drinking its fill. It flew around the living room once, as if thanking Lynn for his hospitality, and then leisurely flew into the night sky.

Unable to come up with any clues, Lynn simply stopped thinking about it.

Since Professor McGonagall asked him to take her shopping to Diagon Alley, it shows that she trusts his character.

Professor McGonagall is a responsible principal, and since she trusts him, there shouldn't be any problems.

When the time comes, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. We'll leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's self. Today, he'll focus on getting dinner ready first.

...

The next morning, after finishing his daily run and having breakfast, Lynn prepared tea and snacks for his guest and waited for Professor Fox's arrival.

But he waited and waited, and even when it was almost ten o'clock, the professor still hadn't arrived.

Just as Lynn was getting impatient and felt like he'd been stood up, a loud noise suddenly came from his backyard!

Even through the window, you could see that outside looked like a plane crash, with large patches of damp mud mixed with grass flying everywhere.

Lynn's expression changed, and she hurriedly ran from the living room to the backyard, where she saw a scene of utter chaos.

A tall, thin old man with a full head of silver hair was lying face down on his land in a position resembling a dog face down.

Behind the old man was a flying broom that had been broken into two pieces and was trembling wildly.

What pained Lynn the most was the large patch of grass that had been destroyed.

He hasn't inherited any estate yet, and his monthly expenses are fixed, with a limited amount deducted from his inheritance. The money he saves is waiting to be exchanged for Galleons in Diagon Alley, so he simply doesn't have any extra money to buy such a large lawn.

Just as Lynn was wallowing in the sorrow of poverty, the culprit, the silver-haired old man, staggered to his feet.

He was wearing a long overcoat with a white lining and even a tie. A little dirt and grass made him look a bit disheveled, but it couldn't hide his extraordinary aura.

"Lynn Bellock?"

The old man shook the dirt off his glasses, put them on his face, and asked.

Lynn was brought back to her senses by his voice.

"Uh, yes, it's me."

"It's you. It seems I didn't fly the wrong way. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Adrian Fawkes. You can call me Professor Fawkes."

Professor Fox spoke in a slightly hurried voice. After regaining his footing, he took out his wand and casually waved it at the two poor flying broomsticks, which immediately fell silent.

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

"Um..."

"Don't speak yet, kid, listen to me." After entering the room, Professor Fox, breathing heavily again, interrupted Lynn's words with a hurried voice.

"I'm having some health problems right now, so I need your help to prepare some things. This is very important, do you understand?"

Although Lynn didn't know what had happened, he could tell that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's face was indeed unhealthy and pale.

"clear."

Seeing that the situation was indeed urgent, Lynn didn't waste any words.

Once in the living room, Professor Fox began taking things out of his trench coat pockets.

Like Doraemon's dimensional pocket, the space inside seemed endless, and soon a jumble of things piled up next to Professor Fox.

"Crucibles, alcohol stove, tubers, oil, powder... I need alcohol, but not just any alcohol or red wine! It must be alcohol fermented from barley!"

Professor Fox quickly realized what he was missing, and he looked at Lynn anxiously, as if time was of the essence.

Lynn was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

"I don't have any beer at home, but there's a convenience store 200 meters east of here where I can buy some."

Professor Fox looked really bad, and he looked at Lynn with gratitude in his eyes.

"Please, Belloc."

"Hold on a little longer, Professor, I'll be right back."

Lynn grabbed her coat and ran outside, heading straight for the convenience store.

Under the surprised gaze of the convenience store clerk, he simply grabbed a bag of canned beer, threw the money on the counter, and ran home without even giving change.

It wasn't until he had completely disappeared that the cashier remembered he was a minor and that the law prohibited him from buying any alcoholic beverages, but by then it was too late to find him.

On his way back, Lynn suddenly felt something was wrong.

That professor looked like he was about to concoct a potion, but what potion recipe requires beer?

Moreover, this professor is too hasty. He doesn't seem to be being chased. If he knows about a magic potion that can solve his physical problems, it proves that this is definitely not the first time he has fallen ill. In that case, such an emergency magic potion should be readily available. There's no way he could have made it on the spot.

The more Lynn thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and the faster he ran back.

He returned home in less than five minutes.

As soon as the living room door opened, Lynn smelled an enticing aroma.

The scene before him stunned him.

On the cutting board, two cleavers, unattended, were rapidly wielded up and down, neatly slicing fresh potatoes and lettuce into thin slices, which then seemed to jump into the plate as if they had grown legs.

The old man who called himself Professor Fox was sitting in the middle of the living room, holding a pair of chopsticks he had taken from the kitchen, and quickly putting mutton into the boiling cauldron.

"Wow, Belloc, you're back so fast. I didn't expect you to still have chopsticks in your house. That saves me from having to use Transfiguration to conjure a pair."

The alcohol stove was burning brightly, and a glistening sheen of oil floated on the red broth in the crucible. Professor Fox watched with a sly smile as Lynn, who was standing at the door with a beer in his hand and a dazed look on his face, looked like a cunning old fox who had stolen a chicken.

Suning lost, it's upsetting, I won't be asking for votes today...

(End of this chapter)