"Old Tom? Are you behind?"

A sound that was so thick that it was almost oppressive sounded in the bar in front, and then William saw a man nearly four meters tall walking towards them through the back door of the bar.

In front of this visitor, old Tom, who was not very tall, looked like a primary school student, and William was not having a good time - compared to the current visitor, his height was not much better than that of a primary school student.

Giant - this word suddenly flashed through William's mind.

But in a flash he denied his thoughts.

The giants are not protected by wizards and cannot appear in normal wizard society - some people in the wizarding world enjoy hunting dragons or giants, and only a few of them are imprisoned in Azkaban.

Compared to the giant, it is more likely that the other party has been subjected to some dangerous black magic or curse.

Thinking of this, William felt calmer - since the other party knew Old Tom, there would obviously be no conflict between them, so naturally this huge size should not be a warning sign of danger.

"Hagrid, why are you here so early today?"

Old Tom greeted the other party very enthusiastically, and this title also reminded William of the other party's identity.

The previous visitor was too tall and it was difficult for William to notice the other person's face, but now that Old Tom spoke, he had difficulty identifying familiar places on the other person's furry face.

Okay, all previous speculations are cancelled, the opponent is a giant, but a hybrid giant, a hybrid of human and giant.

Although William seems to have heard about similar topics somewhere - but now is obviously not the time to study this.

Before he could think of how to say hello, he was startled by Hagrid's gesture of saying hello.

The hybrid giant bent down, put his palm four times the size of a normal person on Old Tom's shoulder and patted it gently - William swore he saw Old Tom's legs trembling and moving.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley to check out the hair softener. The centaurs entrusted me to go there. They're going to hold a banquet soon. Some of the boys feel that their tails are not elegant enough."

He is indeed an expert who can raise snails, and he has such a good relationship with centaurs - the inmate will probably cry with envy when he finds out.

"Drink a little first?"

Old Tom straightened his back again.

"No, I'm going to go shopping first. Let's wait until I find the softener - last time I forgot about it, those boys complained about it for three days."

"That's fine. By the way, I will introduce you to someone. This person may be your future colleague. He will also work for Hogwarts in the next year."

"Oh? The new professor?" He looked at William and stretched out his hand.

"I'm Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid, Gamekeeper at Hogwarts."

William looked at the big hand in front of him and made up his mind to stretch out his hand.

"Lee (Lee) William, who has not yet taken office, is the professor of wizard self-defense magic learning class."

Hagrid shook William's hand gently - but this made William feel like a primary school student - while scratching his head with his other hand.

"Oh, wizard self-defense - I remember, Dumbledore said, I remember you, Dumbledore said you may be the best professor of this course in the past five years."

Such a high rating?

William felt that if he survived the first year, the risk of being fired would be almost non-existent.

Of course, this is also related to the high probability that the school cannot find new teachers.

Without William saying anything modest, Hagrid had already continued his own conversation:

"Dumbledore said you are the best professor, so there is no doubt that you must be the best professor. I have to buy potions. We can have a few drinks when we come back."

Before William could agree or refuse, Hagrid had already taken a few steps to the entrance of Diagon Alley, turned around and waved to them before heading towards Diagon Alley.

"He is always like this, fickle, but he is not a bad person. You will know it after you have known him for a long time."

"I agree with the first half of your sentence, but let me think about the rest - after all, the wizard self-defense professors at Hogwarts are expendable."

William stuttered for a moment before he got the current name of this course right, but he would never take the initiative to mention the original name.

"Okay, but I really hope you can work longer. Being a professor at Hogwarts is a good job, and there are not many industries that can accept wizards from Azkaban - I don't want you to continue smuggling."

"Don't worry, no matter what happens, I can still buy and sell magic potions to support myself," William waved his hand and prepared to go back to his room.

It's almost time to relax, he should go back to reading those books.

But he was pulled directly by Old Tom.

"I've spent enough time reading. I finally learned how to apparate today. It's time for you to take a break. Go shopping in Diagon Alley. If you really want to relax, go to the alley next to Knockturn Alley.

It’s a good place.”

Old Tom had a sullen expression on his face, but his desire to stop him was firm.

This made William give up and go back to his room to continue reading books - combining work and rest is not a bad thing. If this continues, maybe he will eventually become paralyzed from exhaustion.

Taking advantage of this time to customize a dress is also a good choice.

Although the dress code was only a suggestion, William felt that he could stay at Hogwarts for a few festivals and it was necessary to follow the local customs.

In addition, it is also very necessary to get a more serious robe - he has a tender face, which makes him easier to deal with junior students, but when it comes to senior students, this face is indeed a bit unreasonable.

He had no experience of going to Hogwarts, so he could only follow the reference template of ordinary high school students of similar age to these students.

From the age of eleven to seventeen or eighteen, the span is really big. Students who are naughty, rebellious, middle school, and pretentious - students with this age span are the most troublesome.

Opening the entrance to Diagon Alley with his wand, William couldn't help but feel dizzy.

I hadn't thought about it before because I was reviewing, but now that I think about it carefully, dealing with these students is not much easier than dealing with the curse - it's a life-threatening job.

"Everything is fine, why should I rush to get out of prison? Just stay with the dementors honestly - forget it, I would rather deal with these big troubles than the dementors."

Thinking of the dementors, William couldn't help but shudder.

Compared with those dementors, the current difficulties were nothing - at least he could still see hope here, and staying with the dementors, even if it was only for the few minutes when the dementors were eating, a normal person

The wizard will lose all happiness and hope.

"I hope teaching won't be too difficult, otherwise I will definitely tell that joke in front of all the students on the day I am scheduled to be sentenced."
Chapter completed!