Lynn resisted the urge to smash the beer in his hand on the old man's head, suppressed his temper and pulled the small stool to the opposite side of him.

Professor Fox seemed to have not noticed Lynn's resentment at all, and couldn't wait to grab the beer from his hands.

"It's a stout beer made in Germany." He smacked his lips.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I don't like the taste very much, but I can barely accept it."

He tore open the beer bag and threw it to Lynn a can.

Lynn took the beer and rolled his eyes.

"I'm still a minor and can't drink."

That being said, he still pulled the pull-up ring open, and what happened today was a bit fucked.

Professor Fox smiled as he looked at Lin En's verbal action.

He smiled very much like Lynn, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"I'm so old and I still squint my eyes every day. No wonder I have so many tattoos at the corners of my eyes, hum."

Lynn also brought himself a pair of chopsticks, dipped it in the soup in the cauldron and tasted it, and the taste was very familiar.

Professor Fox said proudly after taking a sip of beer.

"You are going to enjoy your taste today. This is the ultimate taste I brought back from Chengdu when I was traveling in China. Just brush the ingredients gently into the boiled soup and you can taste the supreme delicacy.

As for those five-star hotels, they are all fooling foreigners. The real oriental food is actually hidden in the streets and alleys, so they can't deceive me.

If you offer German wine, I offer Chinese food, you will make a lot of money."

Isn’t it just hot pot? It’s like someone didn’t eat it.

Although there was hot pot as compensation, Lynn still had his energy left. He stared at Professor Fox's strangely pale face and curled his lips.

"If you are in poor health, you still eat spicy beer, don't die suddenly."

Fox waved his hand without caring.

"Don't care, I'm just a little afraid of heights. Besides, didn't I ask you to buy medicine for me?" He smiled and raised his hand to put on beer, "This is the best medicine to cure all diseases."

Lin En looked at him suspiciously, suspecting that the unscrupulous professor was fooling him again.

"Witches can also have acrophobia?"

"Of course there will be." Fox couldn't wait to pick up a piece of hot mutton and put it in his mouth. He was very skillful with chopsticks, and it seemed that he had eaten a lot when traveling in China.

"Witches are also humans, and as long as they are humans, they will certainly get sick."

"Don't have such a big grudge, Belloke.

Do you know how much sin I suffered to come to you?

Because I have never been here, I can't figure the shadows and move, so I can only run to the Broken Cauldron Bar first. I don't have a Muggle currency on my body. It's too much to go to Guling Pavilion to exchange money with the goblins. I can't sit on the Muggle's means of transportation, so I had to fly over on a flying broom.

But my fear of acrophobia is very serious. I really can't control the damn broom. I flew for about ten minutes and couldn't hold on anymore, so I fell from the sky. Fortunately, I finally arrived at my destination."

Fox took two sips of wine and began to pour bitterness at Lynn.

After hearing what he said, Lynn was really out of temper. He rushed over from all the way to help him, an eleven-year-old child, get familiar with the magic world. What is it like to ask him to have a drink?

After thinking about it, Lynn was happy to eat hot pot, drink beer, and chat with Fox.

"I heard that professor, you teach the Black Magic Defense class?"

"That's right." Fox shook the beer can in his hand. "I originally applied for the job as a professor of Magic Literature. If I hadn't owed Dumbledore a favor, I wouldn't have done this extremely risky chore. Now I can only pray that this year will end well."

"Why? Are there any dangers to be a professor of the Black Magic Defense Class?" Lin En asked knowingly.

"Dangerous?" Fox chuckled, poured half a can of beer into his stomach, and looked at Lynn, "Do you know how many professors of the Dark Magic Defense class Hogwarts has changed since 1956?"

Lynn shook his head blankly.

"There are 21 people, and there are still 12 years that have not been assigned this professor position. Guess how many of these 21 people died unexpectedly during their tenure."

"10?" Lynn tentatively said a compromise number.

"Guess again."

“…13?”

"It's 14, with a mortality rate of more than 60%. One survived and could only lie in bed for the rest of his life, and two were disabled for life."

Lynn gasped, knowing that being a professor of Black Magic Defense in Hogwarts was dangerous, but never thought that the mortality rate would be so high.

"Then... other wizards are not fools. Who would be willing to apply for a job when there is such a high danger?" Lin En asked about the doubts in his heart.

"Do you think Hogwarts will release these data? Even if I have confirmed to be a professor this year, I have collected the relevant archives found in the Hogwarts Library."

"I'm a little conscientious." Fox took the chopsticks and grabbed the meat into the pot. "If it were someone else, I would be scared away when I saw these data."

"What is the source of the danger?" Lynn asked cautiously.

Fox raised his glass and ran into one with Lynn, and drank the beer in the can.

"Who knows." His eyes were deep, not sure what he was thinking. "There are rumors that this position was cursed by a man called the Dark Lord. Some people say that these were actually Dumbledore's conspiracy, and some people say that it was just coincidences. But who can tell the truth clearly?"

Lynn thought Fox was worried about his safety in the next year, so he comforted him.

"Teacher, auspicious people will have their own appearance, and there will be no problems."

Fox opened another can of beer.

"I won't talk about those messy things, tell me about you. Minerva wrote to me that you are a sensual and sensible. Now it seems that your conversations and behaviors are not as good as your age should be."

Lynn shrugged and pretended to be casual: "Get more means paying more, and I don't think this is a good thing."

Fox didn't doubt too much about this, and nodded in agreement: "Youth is really not a thing worthy of praise for when you are old. I heard that you even paid for your adoptive father?"

"It's not a cost. I just signed a legal agreement with him, promising that after I inherited my parents' inheritance, I would give him one-third of the inheritance as a reward."

"He actually wanted it?"

"Of course he doesn't want to." Lynn took a sip of beer and shook his head, "Who would make a fair deal with a child?

He wanted to trick me into not signing an agreement, and to truly adopt me and be my guardian, so that the money my parents left me might be his in the future.

I was not stupid either. I was at the time of magic riots. In addition, he thought he was sure that he was not taking me seriously, so he used some small means to pinch his handle on embezzling public funds and forced him to sign a conditional adoption agreement in half coercion."

Fox looked at him in shock: "How old were you at that time?"

"About ten years old." Lynn thought for a while, "It seems that it has just celebrated his tenth birthday."

Fox was stunned for a long time before laughing.

"It seems that Minerva is right, you are indeed a clever one."

He put down the chopsticks and beer in his hand and suddenly looked at Lynn with a smile.
Chapter completed!