Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Hermione's eyes widened with disbelief on her face.

"How is this possible..." She made a rough calculation, "Oh my god, isn't Professor Binns over 1,000 years old?"

"That's what it says in the book." Summers took a bite of the corn mush and felt that he still couldn't accept it, so he pushed it aside and started looking for nuts and oatmeal.

He wants oatmeal.

Hermione was so shocked that she had no idea that her History of Magic professor was actually a thousand-year-old antique.

"Okay...can we talk about the Magic Snowball Competition?" Hermione changed the topic, "You upperclassmen will also participate, right?"

Stebbins held a muffin in one hand, stretched out a finger with difficulty, and pointed at Robert, "You have to ask him about this."

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Robert is this year's Hufflepuff contestant?"

"No." Stebbins swallowed the food in his mouth. "He proposed this event."

Hermione's mouth dropped open.

Wow, it feels so happy to be worshiped by a little loli!

I don't know what Percy's purpose was, but he didn't tell all the freshmen about the content of this competition. Instead, he directly found a few people from the freshmen to teach them how to use snowballs to fight against the curse and others.

Although confidentiality is very good, there are doubts about its effectiveness.

"Hey, I was planning to discuss this matter with them that night, but Percy said it was okay, so I didn't mention it again." Robert explained, "In the end, he actually recruited people for training by himself?"

Hermione was a little frustrated, "Is it because I'm not chosen because I'm not capable enough?"

Robert quickly comforted her, "Perhaps Percy has also noticed that you are an academic. It is actually easy to tell. Generally speaking, students who are good at flying lessons will not be bad in actual combat. After all, sports are the same." .”

Hermione nodded in understanding.

Stebbins exposed him shamelessly, "He almost failed his flying class, but he was good at fighting."

Robert: "..."

I really want to kick him.

"My flying class is O..." Robert defended, "I just don't have the talent for Quidditch. You have to know that flying and Quidditch are two different things."

Summers silently finished the attack, "Are you trying to say that you can stand on a flying broomstick and make moves that only a Quidditch player sitting on it can do?"

"...You learned tongue twisters really well." Robert praised.

"You're welcome." Not knowing what Summers was talking about, he turned his head and continued chatting with Hermione.

Hermione lowered her head to drink cornstarch to cover up the corners of her mouth that were about to close.

"By the way..." Hermione seemed to have remembered something, turned around and asked, "Robert, do you know Nico Flamel? Well, I don't know if that's how you pronounce it, but it should be pronounced like this. "

"I searched for a lot of books, but they were not in "The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century" or "A List of Famous Contemporary Magicians". I also continued to look for "Major Discoveries of Modern Magic" and "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft". I can't find his name. I even wonder if I got it wrong." Hermione complained slightly.

"You did find the wrong one." Robert nodded.

Hermione looked at him in confusion, "Isn't he a well-known wizard?"

"Well..." Robert did not answer her, but looked among the little badgers, "Hannah! Hannah!"

Hannah, who was happily holding a picture she had just received, was woken up by a classmate next to her. When she saw someone waving to her, she realized that it was her senior who was calling her.

Putting the picture away carefully, Hannah ran to Robert, "Robert, what's the matter?"

"Can you lend me a picture of Mr. Principal?" Robert smiled, "I need it urgently."

Hannah's eyes widened, "Are you also an admirer of Principal Dumbledore? Then I'll give you this picture! I also have the principal's biography that I can lend you!"

"Uh, okay." Robert couldn't bear to tell her that he was not an admirer of Principal Dumbledore, so Robert took the dough with some embarrassment.

After Hannah left, Robert handed the picture to Hermione, "Well, this is the easiest way."

Hermione took the picture in confusion, looked at the picture in her hand, and then at Robert.

"Read it?" Robert motioned for her to read it carefully.

"Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time. Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945. The ten men who discovered the blood of the fire dragon Two uses, with partner Nicol Flamel..." Seeing this, Hermione was stunned, "Nicolas Flamel? Is he a friend of Principal Dumbledore? Wait, Twelve with Fire Dragon Blood kind of use..."

"Ah, it's the twelve uses for making fire dragon blood into things like oven cleaner, spot remover, etc." Robert couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "It's really a very user-friendly way."

"Oven cleaner..." Hermione was even more incredible, "That kind of thing needs dragon's blood? I mean, what on earth did he bake in the oven that requires dragon's blood to clean it?"

Robert turned away, wanting to laugh a little, "Well, it's probably because the eggs or something else were fried?"

Hermione was even more incredible.

Obviously, she didn't believe that Headmaster Dumbledore would bake eggs in the oven.

"If you are looking for alchemy, you can easily find him." Robert took out a notebook from his bag and handed it to Hermione, "Hogwarts has added an alchemist this year. Professor, you can try reading some alchemy-related books for fun."

Stebbins opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Summers and Cedric suppressed it.

The skillful movements made Robert's right eye twitch wildly.

"Professor Alchemy?" Hermione seemed to be recalling, "Why am I not impressed?"

Robert had a black line on his forehead, "Because he skipped the opening party..."

Hermione: "...The professor has such a personality."

"That's right, he not only skipped the opening party, but also skipped all the alchemy classes..." Thinking of his skipping teacher, Robert felt dizzy. He now seriously doubted that this guy had ruined Hogwarts Castle. After thoroughly studying the protective array inside, the first thing to do is to run away.

Last time he went to the abandoned tower, he actually saw this guy cleaning up his belongings!

Although the other party tried his best to defend himself, but...

You have sorted and packed dozens of bags of ore powder, what else can you hide?

Sighing, Robert didn't dare to think about Principal Dumbledore's expression when he saw that the alchemy professor he had hired had only taught for one year... no, maybe only a third of a year and then ran away.