Chapter 397 Latin Learning

After seeing off his roommates after the visit, Andrew finally breathed a sigh of relief - he had calmed down, but his roommates had to also calm down before the situation was considered stable.

It was indeed too early, and even my roommates could not accept this.

The roommates have quite a lot of daily interactions, and 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 considered 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, and then study it when you are on track. Orthodox experimental procedures and so on.

‘Let’s use that guy Xius’s name. Others are so good at running away that 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 fools.

Unlike now, when someone is in a daze, no one dares to disturb him, thinking that he is thinking about the future...

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"Study Latin?"

Elizabeth glanced at the notice board - the tuition is not low, but the requirements are not low either.

But luckily, she meets the needs.

Whether it is the required high level of listening and speaking, or she 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 has achieved 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.

Nobles are 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 has to spend a lot of money every year to maintain it!

Especially since she was keen on archeology, she received a lot of money from Peeves, which made things 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 aren't many applicants."

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and began to select applicants - he had limited time and had to choose according to their class schedules.

"It's just three people who can barely get together, and hell, 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 violated 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's 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, it's 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. Sorry, I'm too stressed."

"What about five times the salary? Mr. Reeves?"

"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 it’s not just a day of study, it’s 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.

People 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."

Sure enough, the excessive reputation caused people's worries, and 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 He can be persuaded to teach for free.”

"Okay, no problem, Miss Frederica."

Seventy Galleons is not even a fraction of what Professor McGonagall approved. It is a bit expensive as an agency fee, but if the agency adds tuition, then it is 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 was not worried about being cheated of money at school.

'Speaking of which, she seems to be very short of money, but it has nothing to do with me, and she doesn't teach me Latin...'

While thinking for a while, Miss Frederica appeared with a strange 'person'.

'Fat monk? '

Andrew's eyes widened.

"Hello, Mr. Friar."

"Ah, it's Mr. Taylor," the fat monk said as gently as ever, "I'm relieved. I've heard a lot of stories about you. They say you reversed Transfiguration."

He floated over, "I heard Elizabeth say that a friend wants to learn Latin, and asked me to teach her. I'm worried whether she will accept it."

"How can anyone refuse Latin taught by a clergyman? You are the most professional clergyman in the whole Hogwarts, sir, you are the best."

There was no sign on Elizabeth's face that she had sold her friend for seventy Galleons, "Please, sir."

"Of course, I won't refuse to help Mr. Taylor," the fat monk smiled gently, "No Hufflepuff will refuse to help with something within their ability, and food magic is our specialty."

Andrew suddenly had a bad feeling-Miss Elizabeth sold people in both directions.

But it really worked. Who else could be better at Latin than an ancient clergyman?