A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 399 The American Taglian Professor!

Barbling never said it, but William was quite certain that she was actually a vile... vampire.

Babling's wine gave her away.

Every day she carries a glass of blood-red liquid that looks very much like wine, with a lot of magic potions added to mask the smell.

But as a man who had dealt with two fire dragons, William was certain that it contained dragon blood.

Babling has long silver hair, a stunning appearance, and may even have some Veela ancestry. Of course, only Hibiscus can confirm this.

But William never imagined that Barbling could be related to Slytherin.

She's truly a rare hybrid of multiple species!

Dumbledore seemed to have a particular fondness for sending all sorts of strange teachers to Hogwarts.

Leaving aside the smugglers, Death Eaters, and swindlers in the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, let's just talk about Hagrid...

William didn't believe that his unusual height meant he didn't have some kind of giant blood.

And then there's Professor Flitwick, who's short and has an odd appearance; he must have goblin blood.

Giants, fairies, vampires, Veela... Dumbledore even worked to get centaurs to teach Divination.

William wouldn't be too surprised if one day he discovered that a teacher was a werewolf!

Think about it again... Our Professor Snape, who had been in love with Lily Evans for decades, wrote a letter every day that he could never send and kept it in his desk.

It's certainly touching, but if you think about it carefully, what he's been thinking about year after year is actually Potter's wife.

Not to mention Dumbledore, who once formed a blood pact with Grindelwald; there might even be some British-flavored post-coital stories involved.

Is it really that amazing?!

The professors at Hogwarts are actually made up of this kind of team?!

It seems there are hardly any normal people there.

Just ask if you are afraid of it!

William wanted to ask about Babling's background, but she showed no interest in going into details. William could only remain silent.

Barbling downed the red liquid in her glass in one gulp, staring intently at William, and whispered:

"William, with your abilities, you should have graduated long ago."

In my opinion, you should be the one handling things in America. You've dealt with Tom before, you have more experience, not Newt or me.

"With great power comes great responsibility," William said, half-jokingly.

"Great ability?" Barbling glanced at William sideways, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"With the Ravenclaw ring, your abilities already surpass those of most wizards, but Dumbledore doesn't want you to go to America and insists on waiting until you come of age."

"Yeah, I'm still a kid," William joked.

Barbling remained calm. "William, let me tell you, Tom Riddle's matter isn't that simple."

He will establish himself in America, inciting unrest; he will build a new power in Evamori; he will be more powerful than Voldemort.

"But we can't stop him. We need him to break free of his Horcrux symbiote relationship with Voldemort," William said calmly.

"That's the only way to truly kill them."

It's like wanting to kill Voldemort but having to resurrect him first—it sounds contradictory, but it's the most frustrating reality.

Barbling smiled. "So I devised a new plan to help you obtain a new identity in the United States."

"What do you mean?" William raised an eyebrow.

"William, your fame is so great now, and your reputation is being built so fast that even Dumbledore is astonished."

In his original plan, you would grow up quietly and be awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class, which could be attributed to good luck. However, the Paris nuclear crisis made you famous all over the world.

With great fame comes a problem: once you go to America, you'll be under strict surveillance by the Magical Congress, just like Newt.

It's hard to go unnoticed when you do anything, and it's inconvenient to do anything at all.

"When Grindelwald went to America to find the Obscurials, he became Percival Grevis, a high-ranking U.S. congressional official. He was not discovered until the very end."

This gave me a great idea.

"Who have you become?"

Babuling's smile widened. "Guess?"

William squinted and asked, "Director, or the Auror's Chief of Staff?"

"I've joined Iphamoni as a professor of ancient runes, so of course I can't become one of these high-ranking officials."

Babling reached up and smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, her smile intoxicating as she said, "Actually, I used a shapeshifting technique to transform into your appearance."

"...But I'm only fourteen years old."

"So I became like you at eighteen... Compared to your photos, I'm also much taller than you are now, and my facial features are more handsome."

Babling said softly, "It will definitely look different from what you looked like at eighteen. Next time we meet, I'll touch your skull, and it will look more like you."

"..."

"Wouldn't Tom be startled to see you?" William asked after a moment of silence.

"He will, but he'll soon find out that 'I' just look like you," Professor Barbling said smugly.

William understood what Babling meant.

The diary first appeared in Ron's hands, then suddenly disappeared and appeared in Lockhart's hands.

At the time, Dumbledore and William deduced that there must be a mole within Hogwarts, Tom.

Tom went to America, and according to Dumbledore's guess, he wouldn't take the little spy with him; he would only stay at Hogwarts as an informant.

This is a great opportunity to turn the tables on this piece!

Barbling, with a face similar to William's, appeared in America, while William himself stayed at Hogwarts.

The mole will give Tom a definite piece of information, a perfect alibi, proving that the two are not the same person.

This plan is indeed brilliant and highly feasible.

"But Professor, Tom will definitely investigate your background as well."

"Go ahead and investigate," Professor Barbling said confidently. "The identity I provided is perfectly legitimate. At Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they can check my student records, family background, name, and even my grades in each subject."

"How did you get involved with Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry again?" William asked in surprise.

"William, I have lived for many years."

Babling reclined on the sofa and said lazily, "Even a pig can make a lot of plans."

Let me tell you this: I'm secretly one of Durmstrang's seven board members.

"..."

"Once Tom discovers that I have no connection with you, he will definitely become very interested in me and then take the initiative to approach me."

"Just because you look a lot like me?"

Barbling snapped her fingers and laughed, "That's right, we look alike, so he can use me to impersonate you..."

William finally understood.

Barbling not only wants to establish a new identity and gain a foothold in the United States, but also wants to become a double agent and join Tom's new organization.

By the time William goes to America, Babling will likely be Tom's confidante...

How creepy!

With William's handsome face, trying to seduce Tom? William felt something was off.

"I've already set up the stage, but you still need to hone your acting skills a bit, otherwise you'll easily be exposed."

"for example?"

"You should at least know how to teach ancient magic script, right? You don't even have teaching experience. How are you going to take over my identity in the future?"

William nodded slightly.

It seems that Barbling's decision to have him teach ancient magic script was not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but rather a well-planned scheme.

"But I'm too busy to teach five grades."

"I don't need you to teach all grades, just third grade will suffice. With a little experience, you'll be a completely new... Professor Taglian!"

William thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then there's only one last thing left for us, Professor."

"What is it?"

"How are we going to split our wages?" William tapped the Phoenix Book, looking like he was short of money and trying to be stingy.

"I teach your students, but you don't come to class. It's not fair that you take all the salary."

Babling rolled her eyes and snorted, "How are you going to divide it?"

"At least a 30/70 split, right? I'll take 70%!"

"Okay, do as you please."

William did a quick mental calculation and said, "You get 100 gallons a month, that's 1200 gallons a year. We'll split it 30/70, so you'll have to pay me... 840 gallons. Thank you for your patronage!"

"Wrong!" Babuling stretched, revealing her ample bosom, and held up a slender finger, saying:

"I've taught five grades, you only need to teach third grade..."

"That's 168 Gallons."

"You've overlooked one thing," Barbling said with a sidelong glance at William.

"The difficulty level of teaching varies from grade to grade. You don't think a teacher who teaches third grade gets the same salary as a teacher who teaches fifth, sixth, or seventh grade, do you?"

"If we estimate based on my level of difficulty, your monthly salary would only be... one sieco."

"..."

So you're trying to fob off a beggar?!

That damn vampire.

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