A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

After hearing Rogge's point of view, some people immediately raised objections: "What if he hides the car and pretends to be a poet or a court jester?"

"Oh, then he will die even worse. With him, what will happen to other poets and clowns?" Rogge sneered.

"No, I still think he can survive." Someone still insisted on his opinion.

"Everyone's opinions are not unified. As for the result, it is up to you to think about it." Grindelwald affirmed Rogge's answer and gave him a 5-point reward.

There is never a definite answer to questions like this. But as long as you plant the seeds, they will bear fruit one day. At that point, they would be Muggles driving back to the Middle Ages.

At the end of the class, Hermione suddenly said loudly: "Professor Green, you didn't give me any homework!" The other students immediately became nervous and looked at her with resentment, thinking to themselves: Since the professor forgot, why did you bother to remind her?

"Homework?" Grindelwald shook his head and replied: "As long as you remember my question. I'll leave it to Professor Lupine to assign homework."

"Huh..." As these words came, a sound of relief immediately sounded in the classroom. The students were thankful and hurriedly left the classroom, fearing that Hermione might make the professor change his mind.

"Really, are you so happy without homework?" Hermione pouted in confusion. Roger wanted to say next to her, "Yes, I am really happy without homework."

Grindelwald walked up to them and said in a nonchalant tone: "What a shame."

Hermione immediately asked: "What a pity? Professor Green, do you regret not assigning homework?"

Roger wanted to remind Hermione to ignore him. Every word spoken by this old wizard had an ulterior motive.

Grindelwald just smiled: "No, I just think you have too few practical classes." There was a hint of slyness in his smile, "If in my alma mater Durmstrang, wizards can answer questions with practice. "

"Practice?" Hermione's face changed. As smart as she was, she immediately understood what the professor meant: put a Muggle into the car and throw it into the middle world to see the results.

"How can a wizard travel through time and space?" Hermione lowered her head and muttered softly.

"Magic is always magical." Grindelwald looked at Rogge with a smile, "He told me this."

When the professor's back disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Hermione still said with lingering fear: "Professor Green's tone and eyes just now were so terrifying, it sounded true."

She touched the time-space converter that had not been returned yet, and suddenly felt that it was very dangerous. She must return this dangerous item to Professor McGonagall immediately.

Hermione left the classroom in a hurry, leaving behind a panicked figure. Rogge understood that Grindelwald was not joking. If this was Durmstrang, he would really do this.

As for the consequences, it is nothing more than washing the ground with "Forgotten All" or the venom of the Winged Demon. Perhaps, there will be a wizard legend left in the local area that is not true or false.

On a bright weekend, Roger and Professor Snape stood by the fireplace together. Mrs. Hooch stared at the varsity players and asked them to grab handfuls of shiny powder from a jar on the mantelpiece. One by one they stood in and whispered: "Ilvermorny."

Powder flew, flames flickered, and then everyone disappeared in the roaring flames of the fireplace. When it was Harry's turn, he was about to step in, but Professor Snape stopped him with his hand.

"Harry Potter, I hope your tongue is not an ornament." He had a contemptuous smile on his face, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. "If the spell is recited wrongly, the stupid cow will stand on the wizard's chest. . But I read the address wrong, so maybe I can only recover a little bit of the body."

Snape's words were as sharp as a razor, piercing Harry mercilessly, trying to make him feel scared and uneasy.

However, Harry was not swayed by his words. He looked up at Snape and said firmly: "Professor, can you take your hand back?"

Rogge listened to the two bickering and couldn't help feeling that Snape's way of caring was really unique and direct. He may have heard from others that Harry once made a mistake when pronouncing Diagon Alley, so he sneered at Harry and told him to be careful.

"Ilvermorny." Harry read out the destination in a straight tone, not forgetting to squint at Snape before leaving. He managed to disappear into the fireplace, and Snape motioned for the next one.

He and Roger finally stepped into the fireplace and reached the summit of Mount Greyrock in Massachusetts.

"Welcome!" Warmly welcomed by Principal Stewart, Snape and others entered the campus of the American Magic School.

Although Hogwarts achieved an overwhelming victory in the last game, this time, as their home team, they are full of confidence and look forward to winning.

In a seemingly friendly atmosphere, the two sides started talking. Snape said bluntly: "Is Professor Baldwin here? His article on Blood Curse and Animagus is very good. I came here specially to study and communicate."

When he noticed the surprised expression on the other principal's face, Snape did not forget to remind him: "I don't think my letter will be thrown into the Atlantic Ocean by you."

The false enthusiasm was quickly dissipated by Snape's sarcastic words. The surrounding American wizards stared at the stern professor curiously, wondering why he was so confident and arrogant.

"No, of course not..." Stuart, who was dripping with sweat, quickly explained: "Professor Baldwin is conducting a very important experiment and may not come back until evening. During this period, everyone can visit the castle, enjoy the scenery, and we can also have some exchanges. .”

After Professor Snape heard the news of Professor Baldwin's absence, he immediately lost interest. He refused coldly: "I don't have to."

Later, he sat on the sofa in the living room, showing no concern for everything around him.

"Ahem." Mrs. Huo Qi noticed the change in the atmosphere and quickly stood up to break the awkwardness: "Mr. Principal, can you show us around?"

"Of course!" Stewart breathed a sigh of relief and responded enthusiastically.

"Your leading professor is so cool!" the wizard who showed the players around the castle exclaimed excitedly, "My name is Ian, President of the Student Union."

The Gryffindor players whispered: "His name is Snape. We all secretly call him Old Bat in private." As soon as he finished speaking, a companion tugged on his sleeve to remind Rogge that he was still listening. With.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me." Rogge said with a smile, and told everyone in a sincere tone: "Slytherin will never snitch secretly."

Everyone smiled knowingly when they heard this, and Ian suddenly asked curiously: "Slytherin? The Gaunt family of Slytherin, right?"

Upon hearing the name "Gaunt", most wizards, including Harry, froze. The first thing they thought of was not Salazar Slytherin, but Voldemort: Tom Riddle. The shadow and fear this name brings is self-evident.

"Ilvermorny was founded by the descendants of the Gaunt family." Ian did not notice the unusual atmosphere around him and said to himself: "Isolt Thayer is the beautiful lady in the portrait. She Her mother is a descendant of the Gunter family, and she herself was raised by Grelei Gunter."

He pointed to the portrait in the corridor and introduced: "In 1620, she disguised herself as a Muggle boy and took the Mayflower to the New World..."

Ian was very knowledgeable and eloquent about the history of the school, and Harry seemed to see the shadow of Hermione in him. The same people know a lot, the same people like to explain, they are more familiar and have no sense of boundaries.

"Want to try our college's sorting station?"

"Similar to the Sorting Hat in Hogwarts?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes, that's it, the sorting ceremony that belongs to our Ilvermorny." Ian ran forward happily, waving for everyone to follow.

"Is he too enthusiastic?" Malfoy sighed helplessly, walked to Rogge and whispered.

"Let's go and give it a try." Rogge followed the team, "Don't you want to know which college you will be assigned to if you join Ilvermorny?"

Malfoy's eyes lit up: "Yes, I remember there is a long-horned water snake here."

"Don't think about it, you're definitely not."

"Why?"

"Because becoming a scholar requires a good memory, which you lack." Rogge drew circles on his temples with his fingers, but Malfoy did not believe him.

In his eyes, the snake should be Slytherin. But he seemed to have forgotten that Mrs. Hooch had explained that the horned water snake here is similar to the eagle at Hogwarts.

Ian pushed open the heavy door, and a circular hall appeared in front of everyone.