Settle at Hogwarts

Tabor squinted his eyes and thought of his once ordinary and ordinary self.

He has no special skills, and his grades have never been top-notch. He is always a spectator in Olympiads in school and in class performances.

Every time I see others being dazzling, I can only admire them silently in the corner.

Hard work may be of some use, but there will always be people who are more talented than you and work harder.

Shaking his head vigorously, Tabor took the water glass on the table with just a slight thought.

"There is no benefit in dwelling on the past."

Tubo put down his water glass and walked into the Hogwarts library under the cover of darkness.

He felt that he had not been here for a long time.

Although most of the books have been read before, Hogwarts spends part of its funds every year to purchase new books.

So, Tabor casually took a newly purchased book and sat down by the window.

Through the faint moonlight, every word in the book is clearly reflected in the eyes.

"Who's there? Don't try to hide, I've already seen you."

Seeing the figure holding the oil lamp approaching quickly, Tabor closed the travel diary that Mrs. Pince had found somewhere and put it in his hand.

"It turns out to be you, Principal Prince. I thought a student had slipped out."

Tabor waved his wand, and a time was displayed on the tip of the wand.

"It's almost midnight, haven't you rested at this time every day?"

Filch seemed a little embarrassed: "There are often students who choose to go out at night in the middle of the night. I can get up later in the morning."

Tabor took out his spare wand from his small bag: "I told you before that I would teach you magic. Now that I have met you today, let's try it."

Filch's face suddenly flushed with excitement, and the hand holding the oil lamp trembled.

God knows how much he has been looking forward to but hesitant for more than half a month.

Tabor put his hand on Filch's shoulder, and the next moment the two of them were in an empty classroom.

"This wand has a core made of unicorn tail hair. It is gentle and easy to control."

Filch put the oil lamp in his hand on the desk beside him, and then took the wand with both hands.

This isn't the first time he's had a wand.When he was a child, he also secretly took his parents' wands, but none of these annoying little goblins wanted to talk to him.

Now, this unicorn hair wand still has no response.

"Mr. Principal, is it impossible for me to perform magic?"

"You can, but you still need to make some preparations."

After Tabor finished speaking, he found a small bottle containing a tranquilizer from his bag and handed it to Filch in the dark.

"Try drinking it."

As Tabor spoke, he melted a bit of divine power into the potion.

Filch took the potion and poured it into his mouth without any hesitation.

Compared to the temptation of being able to perform magic, he completely ignored the risk of drinking unknown potions.

The potion took effect quickly, and Filch quickly felt the difference in his body.

He picked up the wand again, used a very standard gesture, and spoke the spell clearly.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

A piece of parchment flew up swayingly. Although it was not yet stable, it rose unusually stubbornly.

"I, I can finally use the spell."

Filch's hands shook uncontrollably, and the parchment fell to the ground the next moment.

Tubbo sensed that Filch's magic was weak, probably weaker than the average first-year student.

"Okay, although your magic power is not very strong, you can practice more in the future. If you don't understand anything, you can always come to me."

After Tabor finished speaking, he apparated directly back to the principal's office. He really couldn't stand Filch's gaze.

"Divine power."

Tabor lay on the bed and kept mumbling.

Even after so many years, his understanding of divine power is still very superficial.

Most of the time, it is treated as an investment like currency, and then the faith is withdrawn and converted into more divine power.

Although it is important to strengthen one's body, Tabor feels that the usefulness of divine power goes far beyond that.

At the very least, a statue infused with divine power can become a container for storing faith.

Putting divine power into Squibs' bodies gives them the ability to cast spells.

However, all creatures that have received divine power seem to have feelings of worship for themselves.

It's like being bewitched.

Tabor kept thinking about the connection between divine power and faith, and suddenly felt that perhaps divine power was a kind of currency.

Believers provide materials for printing coins, and God uses faith to create divine power, and then uses part of it to help believers realize their wishes in exchange for more faith.

A trace of divine power lingered on Tabor's fingertips, and his mind controlled it to gradually turn into an apple.

Controlling divine power is obviously more difficult than magical power. After more than ten minutes, a mini apple appeared out of thin air in Tabor's hand.

"Creating things out of thin air makes everything you want come true. It's just too laborious."

Tabor gnawed away at the apple he had conjured up in a few mouthfuls, then threw the core into the flower pot on the window sill next to him.

"It's just an ordinary apple. Although it has the best taste in my memory, it's still a bit of a loss to exchange a trace of divine power for a mini apple."

Tabor murmured, and had some new speculations about the ability of divine power to heal Squibs.

He plans to find an ordinary person tomorrow and try to use his divine power to fulfill other people's wishes.

Early the next morning, Tabor appeared in a small church in London.

There are many people here doing morning prayers.

Tabor walked up to a middle-aged man who was praying. His excellent hearing made it easy for him to hear what the man was saying.

“O LORD, in the morning you will hear my voice; in the morning I will declare my thoughts to you, and you will be awake….”

Tabor rubbed his forehead in distress, and suddenly felt that these gods, who had no idea whether they really existed in the past, were really good at playing.

"Do you have any wishes?"

The middle-aged man was startled. He turned around and looked around but didn't find anyone speaking.

Tabor's body was shrouded in a body-disillusionment spell, so it was naturally not something ordinary people could see.

"Do you have any wishes?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and all that echoed in his mind was: Oh God!You actually responded to me?

Tabor used mild Legilimency to observe the thoughts in the middle-aged man's mind.

"I hope to get some money as start-up capital."

"as you wish."

As he spoke, Tabor gathered a bit of divine power, threw it into the man's body, and watched him walk out of the church happily.

While passing by a store, the man went in and bought a lottery ticket.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the store with a lottery ticket that won two thousand pounds and rushed towards the place where the prize was claimed.

"Is a trace of divine power equivalent to two thousand pounds? Or, this person only prayed for two thousand pounds."

Tabor raised his eyebrows. Although it has been proved that divine power can indeed make people's wishes come true, the specific extent to which a trace of divine power can affect things has not yet been tested.

"The little cripple should know, but it's a pity that he is no longer alive. I don't know if he fell asleep or simply died."

Tubo returned to Hogwarts, sitting in the office drinking tea and catching fish.

After dinner, he hosted two more games, and then returned to the lounge to sleep.

It was before Halloween, and almost all the students in the school participated in the audition, and more than half of them successfully passed the first round.

At the Halloween dinner, Tabor announced the rules for the second round of the grade competition.

"The second round is a battle between grades. You can choose whether to have a team battle or a melee.

The specific arrangements have been posted on the bulletin board. Teams that want to participate in the second round of the competition should inform Professor Freevey of their choice before the first weekend after the Halloween holiday. "

Freevey sat in a high chair, smiling and waving his hands.

Obviously, he is more interested in this kind of duel between students.

"After the second round of grade competition, the No. 1 team in each grade will receive a reserve of 300 Galleons. Of course, if you are not planning to compete with the next ranked teams, you can also use these Galleons as a reward."

Most students couldn't help but gasp when they heard 300 Galleons. You must know that most of the pocket money of these teenage children is less than 10 Galleons per school year.

Tabor waited until the auditorium was quiet before continuing: "Besides, the group that can obtain the first grade does not need to take the final exam. During the exam week, I will train you for a week.

The third round of the competition will be held after the exam week, and many people from outside the school will come to visit. As for the winner's reward, let me give it a try first. "

After Tabor finished speaking, he sat quietly in the middle of the professor's chair and tasted the food on the table, regardless of the students' comments.

"Tabor, how can the final exam be canceled? Besides, you didn't tell me in advance."

"Ah, don't be so serious, Minerva! If you can get first place in the grade, your grades will definitely not be too bad. Even if your grades are really bad, your communication skills are very strong, and your future life will not be difficult."

Minerva's face was still serious.

"You know, I invited the school directors to watch the game. If we don't use that week to improve their strength, it will be difficult to show the teaching level of Hogwarts."

"What about the bonus? I didn't remember that you had so many sponsorships."

Tabor shrugged: "The Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest has affected the survival of the centaurs and other aboriginal people. I went to persuade them to migrate deeper into the forest. For those who were unwilling to leave, the venom was extracted and sold. "

Minerva looked at her principal speechlessly.

Tabor continued to add: "By the way, I also found that the Black Lake is particularly suitable for raising crayfish. The ones that Hogwarts can't eat are all sold to Muggles. In fact, there is also an open space next to the third greenhouse. I think We can also build a few more greenhouses….”

Seeing the cat girl's increasingly gloomy expression, Tabor simply disapparated and returned to his principal's office.

Perhaps the attributes of an infrastructure madman were imprinted in his soul. Ever since he became the principal and completely took over Hogwarts, Tubo wanted to make full use of the open space.

Whether it is farming and growing herbs, or raising some harmless magical animals, as well as pure natural pollution-free ingredients that do not eat feed.

After all, it can generate revenue for Hogwarts.

If managed well, it would be enough to free Hogwarts from the constraints of the Board of Directors and the Ministry of Magic, become independent from the wizarding world, and become truly self-sufficient.

"Oh, it's a pity that no one can understand me!"

After Tabor sighed, he lay down comfortably on the bed.

In today's Hogwarts, everything is under Tubo's supervision. Even Halloween, which is prone to accidents, does not cause any accidents.