Chapter 397 Latin Learning
Sending off his roommates after the visit, Andrew finally breathed a sigh of relief - he had calmed down, but his roommates had to calm down as well before the situation was considered stable.
It was indeed too early, and some of my roommates could not accept this.
The roommates communicate a lot on a daily basis. Each one of them regards him as a master. How can he live a happy campus life in the future?
He is just a wizard who has some fantastic ideas and can just put them into practice. How can he be a master?
‘It’s solved. Anyway, the next step is study. If you don’t have enough background, you can’t study it alone. Anyway, enzymes have been introduced once. You can’t bother the professor to help with it in the future. Let’s learn first and then talk about other things. '
A large amount of funds have been invested in the laboratory, and there are no requirements. Just put it aside for the time being. First draft a notice on the bulletin board and prepare for studying Latin. When you are tired of studying, write a little legend. Once you get a little on track, learn the orthodox experimental procedures and so on.
‘Let’s use that guy Xius’s name. Others are too good at running away and it’s hard to cover up. ’
He began to draft quickly, and he missed the atmosphere when he was in the first grade - it was so simple back then, you could just post it casually, and you were not afraid of messing around.
It’s not like now, when some people are in a daze and dare not disturb them, thinking that they are thinking about the future...
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“Learn Latin?”
Elizabeth glanced at the notice board—the tuition is not low, but the requirements are not low either.
But fortunately, she meets the needs.
Whether it requires a high level of listening and speaking, or has never studied alchemy, she is suitable.
Students are also suitable. The third-year student in my college, the one named Hughes, likes the history of magic every day and got first place. Everyone has the same interests, and he is not afraid of being stumped even if he is asked about some professional vocabulary.
She really needs a little extra pocket money, especially after her family just paid another tax and has less money on hand.
Nobility is true, but no one stipulates that nobles are rich, especially that damn castle, which is about to restrict the use of electrical appliances like Hogwarts, and it still costs a lot of money every year. maintain!
Especially because she is passionate about archeology and received a lot of money from Peeves, which made it even worse.
‘Anyway, let’s go to class. I hope I can apply for a job and solve the pocket money problem during this period. ’
She sighed, trying not to think about her dwindling purse.
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“Sure enough, to borrow Hughes’ name, there are not many applicants.”
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and began to select applicants—he had limited time. , you have to choose according to the class schedule of two people.
"There are only three of them who can barely get together, and damn, two of them are witches..."
Those love-enhancing 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 concealing such a thing. '
But he had to keep it secret before the meeting. He could only entrust Hal to help him bring the news and make an appointment to meet in an empty classroom. There was no other way. He could only do this until the enthusiasm of the crowd dissipated. .
After all, confinement is a public matter, and he cannot abuse his power for his own 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 it was me who actually taught 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 announcement. . ”
“It’s okay, I’m just 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 well. I'm sorry, there's too much pressure." "What about five times the salary? Reeves Sir?"
"Sorry, Mr. Taylor, I really can't do that."
He left without even getting paid.
As a result, the second wizard also backed down. Although Andrew planned to give it a try, the other wizard politely refused after sitting down without even giving it a try.
"What about you, Miss Frederica?"
Andrew looked at the last one with hope - he knew that he would be prone to bad things when he came out.
The exposure is too great, and you don’t study for a day, but for a period of time.
There is absolutely no way to keep a secret secret. God knows what will be said in a more embellished way 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 cause this kind of trouble.
"Sorry, I might also..." Elizabeth shook her head and finally refused, "I probably can't."
As expected, the reputation of being too grand attracted people. Worrying, Andrew sighed.
“How about some more, Miss Frederica?”
"I have 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, seventy galleons. In return, I You can convince him to teach you for free."
"Okay, no problem, Miss Frederica."
Seventy galleons are not even enough for Professor McGonagall to approve. The agency fee is a bit expensive, but if the agency adds tuition, it's not bad.
He paid happily, and then Miss Frederica quickly slipped out, "Wait a moment, I have to ask a friend, he is not easy to find."
'The disadvantage of being famous is that it puts pressure on others to learn the language. ’
He sighed, hoping that Miss Frederica could really do it - anyway, he wasn't worried about being cheated out of money at school.
'Speaking of it, she seems to be very short of money, but it has nothing to do with me, and she doesn’t teach me Latin...'
During a moment of thinking, Miss Frederica Appeared with a strange 'person'.
‘Fat monk? ’
Andrew’s eyes widened.
"Hello, Mr. Friar."
"Ah, it's Mr. Taylor," the fat monk was as gentle as ever, "I'm relieved. I've heard a lot of your stories. They said you reversed the deformation. "
He floated over and said, "I heard from Elizabeth that a friend wants to learn Latin. Please teach me. I'm worried about him. Will you accept it?"
"How could anyone refuse Latin taught by a clergyman? You are the most professional clergyman in Hogwarts, sir, you are the best at it."
Elizabeth's face did not look like she had sold her friend for seventy galleons, "Please, sir."
"Of course, I will not refuse to help Mr. Taylor," the fat monk smiled gently. "No Hufflepuff would refuse to help with something within its ability. Food magic is our specialty."
Andrew suddenly had a bad premonition - Miss Elizabeth had sold someone in both directions.
But, it does work, and who could be better at Latin than an ancient cleric?
(End of this chapter)