Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Professors are all people with stories." Robert put his hands behind his head and looked at the top of the bed.

It was still a while before lunch, and he was ready to catch up on his sleep.

However, before his eyes were closed, two panicked figures rushed in, "Robert!"

"..." Why does this scene look so familiar?

Robert's face was expressionless, and he always felt that the arrival of the savior had brought quite a lot of surprises to his peaceful campus study life.

How about putting him in a sack and sending him back to Privet Drive!

He was already planning in his mind how to defeat Principal Dumbledore, knock out Mr. Savior, and finally send him home.

Well, maybe also add a godfather who turns into a dog.

Although he was thinking wildly, Robert still sighed and asked without enthusiasm, "What's wrong, Stebbins and Summers?"

Summers raised his arms high and shouted, "There was a fire in the stands just now!"

Stebbins also shouted, "Professor Quirrell fell off the stand!"

Just when Robert was about to ask something, Cedric's voice came from far away, "Robert! Gryffindor wins!!!"

The sound echoed in the corridor, and when he came to the door, "Gryffindor" was still echoing messily in the corridor.

Baring his teeth, Robert had a look of pain on his face, "Okay, gentlemen, do you want to say that the stands were on fire, Professor Quirrell fell down to avoid the fire, and then Gryffindor won the game?"

"Uh..." The three of them were stunned. Hey, can they still be arranged in such a combination?

"So, are Gryffindor guys so cruel?" Robert's exaggerated expression made people want to hit him, "Using Professor Quirrell to sacrifice the flag?"

"Huh? That doesn't seem to be the case."

"It seems reasonable?"

"Is this some new kind of curse?"

The three people had different reactions and their expressions were very exciting.

"What a curse, why didn't you say this is a wish spell!" Robert couldn't help complaining, "You must know that the secret of the wish spell is to offer sacrifices and realize wishes."

The three little wizards stood at the door shivering, "Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice?"

Feeling that the heated heads of these three guys had calmed down, Robert asked angrily, "Okay, please explain clearly one by one!"

Stebbins scratched his head, "We were sitting under the professor's chair. At that time, something happened to Harry Potter's broomstick. It kept spinning in the sky and almost fell down. The twins wanted to help him stabilize the broomstick. A disobedient broom, but it never did, and just when we were all very anxious, Professor Quirrell suddenly fell off the stand and fell right in front of us.”

"Yes, I was sitting with Stebbins. When Professor Quirrell fell, someone shouted that the stands were on fire or something." Summers nodded while continuing to explain, "It's just that the fire was very It was quickly extinguished, and the stands were in chaos. It finally quieted down, and when we went to watch the game again, Harry Potter had already caught the Snitch."

Cedric nodded, "Although Qiu and I didn't sit in the professor's chair, we saw all the games. Harry Potter was indeed amazing. He actually fell off his broom in the end, but he caught the Snitch. I mean, he swallowed the snitch in his mouth, and there's nothing in the rules that says he can't do that."

"Marcus is going crazy." Mr. Honey Badger's mouth went as far as the corner of his ear. "He also wanted Mrs. Hooch to call Gryffindor a foul because Harry Potter didn't grab it with his hands." The Golden Snitch lives here. But Madam won’t take this kind of advice, a Quidditch captain who can’t play, haha, he must be the biggest joke of the year!”

"Hmm." Robert nodded, "The little lions did a good job!"

Cedric showed an expression of admiration and shouted excitedly, "I admit, Harry Potter is the most talented seeker I have ever seen. I mean it, he exists for this position!"

Harry Potter's first-round pick got everyone's approval.

The little lions of Gryffindor simply regarded him as a hero, and they could hear words of praise wherever he went. However, Harry always looked preoccupied and was very embarrassed to deal with the swarms of enthusiasm. molecular.

Although the young wizards from other colleges were not so exaggerated, they also expressed their respect for him.

Even some students in Slytherin began to become less hostile to him.

But this definitely does not include Young Master Malfoy.

"Damn it! Why can Harry Potter be on the Gryffindor team! Why can he play when he is only in the first year!" The young master was full of resentment, and every time he looked at Harry, his eyes were filled with hostility.

Time passed quickly, and Hufflepuff's big badgers killed Ravenclaw as expected, giving the Hufflepuff table a lot more to talk about.

However, the good times did not last long.

One day, Robert, who had just finished his arithmetic and divination class, saw Roger standing on the other side of the corridor and greeted him quietly.

Acting on the bold idea of ​​a skilled man, Robert followed.

"Leslie, you are so laid-back." Roger hooked Robert's shoulder and did not call him by his first name like the others, but by his surname directly.

This is normal, because this year there is a prefect in Ravenclaw also named Robert, and I think the relationship with him will be closer.

"I think you are the kind of person who won't show up in front of others if nothing happens." Robert couldn't help but complain, "Last time I said I would treat you to a butterbeer, but you ended up going on a date with your girlfriend?"

After the third grade, the little wizards can go to Hogsmeade Village. The most frequent place is naturally the Three Broomsticks. Order a butterbeer and they can brag all day long.

It's just that Robert can't drink. This is information gained at a painful price countless times.

His magic pattern brought him a surge in magic power, but it cost him alcohol.

Is this good or bad?

Robert couldn't tell.

Speaking of butter beer, its main ingredients are butter and brown sugar, add cream, a little salt, and finally add beer or fruit wine to boil, and what comes out is butter beer.

Robert, who couldn't drink alcohol, always drank butterbeer made of apple juice and ginger ale, and was laughed at by his roommates.

Roger didn't know that Robert couldn't drink, so he scratched his head in embarrassment, "This is not..."

"Don't say it, I understand!" Robert quickly interrupted him, "It is everyone's responsibility to protect dogs. Okay, what do you want?"

Roger was stunned and laughed out loud, "This joke is very interesting! Leslie, I think you can write a book of jokes in the future. Maybe I can tell my son when I tell him bedtime stories in the future. , this famous writer is my classmate!"

Robert: "..."

I really want to beat this Tianxiu to death.