Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Scamander Institute of Magical Creatures, London, UK Distribution.

At six o'clock in the morning, Gaston Bol had already arrived at the door of the office with two dark circles under his eyes. He habitually took out his wand and clocked in to work. Today was another hard day for the hard-working engineer.

Today is also Saturday, a day when God has rested, but scientific research dogs do not deserve rest.

When he came to his desk and put on the white lab coat hanging on the back of the chair, his eyes were unconsciously attracted to the graduation photo of his dormitory roommates placed on the table.

Several roommates, Gray has long gone to who knows where, Feynman is still napping, Cavendish has never returned to the photo frame since this photo was taken, and himself above is thinking sadly. Living life.

It was only after graduation that I realized how valuable I had lost.

Bohr once saw this sentence in an Oriental poetry book - "At that time, it was ordinary."

The awkward oriental language made it difficult for him to understand the meaning of this sentence for a time, but now, thinking back to those simple and happy days at Hogwarts, he finally understood this sentence at this moment.

There are many people and many experiences. When they came, they had nothing. When they left, they never thought that they would lose so much.

I had thought that the restaurants in Hogwarts had long been tired of eating, and the sunsets and sunsets by the Forbidden Forest were just ordinary.

Until now, I suddenly realized that I can no longer happily sit at the same table to eat and share the same sunset with like-minded friends.

People always like to use the pain after loss to measure the depth of love.

I have seen intrigues in the workplace, I have seen the harsh oppression of my old master, I have seen a group of wizards scheming for a little profit...

Suddenly, I realized that I actually loved the school I had lived in for seven years so deeply.

I wonder how those roommates are doing?

Bohr couldn't help but think: "Gray is a rich second generation, and he is probably at the peak of his life now; Feynman is a top student. When he sees books in his dormitory, he will put the side with the name on it against the wall, and will not let it go." Several of our roommates saw that this kind of person could dig a hole and live a good life even on Mars; and Cavendish, the roommate who is always taciturn, only he is the most worrying, introverted When you enter the workplace, how should you be bullied by others?"

After you have some free time, write a letter to Cavendish. He must be in great need of the comfort of his friends!

Soon, the door was pushed open again, and a girl with an oriental face walked in.

Finally, I could still see that little bit of light in this cold laboratory, even though that light was bone-chillingly cold!

Snow Zhang, Boer’s goddess.

Regardless of the aesthetics of the East or the West, the girl named Zhang is an out-and-out beauty. She is about the same age as Bol, but she graduated from a magic school in the East that Bol does not know. When he was studying, he once fantasized about the type of girl he would like. Zhang was not the kind of mature and majestic character he liked. She gave people a cold and cool feeling that was repelling thousands of miles away.

The tall figure, sassy super-short hair, fair and delicate oriental face, and the disdainful indifference revealed in the icy eyes made Bol feel that this was the goddess in his fantasy.

Zhang fiddled with the test tubes and beakers on the table a few times, then walked towards Bol's direction holding a folder.

She actually came over to me!

Bol has already thought about the names of their children in the future...

As always, the woman cherished words like gold. She threw a folder on Bol's desk, which read "Experimental Research on the Mechanism and Use of Unicorn Blood Magic."

"There will be a professor from Hogwarts to coordinate this project. The main task is to clarify the division of responsibilities between the two parties and visit the laboratory. Today I will restore the ghoul's fragments, internal organs, hair, fibers, saliva, vagina... ...Everything needs to be re-checked. There is no time to communicate with the other side. You are responsible for this matter."

Xue Zhang's voice was as cold as her appearance, without any emotion. As her voice disappeared, she disappeared into the office, and she didn't know where she went.

Bol was a little confused. Why is Hogwarts here? By the way, in the future, children must go to Hogwarts, which is the best wizarding school in the world.

After a long while, he gradually woke up from the goddess's "hallucinogenic" magic and mechanically turned over the folder.

"Moquil Cavendish!"

Seeing the names of today's visitors, Boll couldn't help but exclaimed. Fortunately, it was still early and there were not many people in the laboratory, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

He stared at Cavendish's name carefully, unable to connect the scholar who was visiting his laboratory with his former taciturn roommate, even though their first and last names were exactly the same.

Did something go wrong?

Could it be that I am the only one who needs comfort now, and I am the clown?

Zhang Xue walked out of the elevator. Her exquisite black high-heeled shoes did not hinder her vigorous pace. She was dressed in a dark brand of slim-fitting business attire, with fashionable and neat short hair, and her consistent cold and sharp eyes, making her look majestic and majestic. Lose the charm of women.

She stopped in front of an office door at the end of the corridor. Unlike other offices, there was no wooden sign on the door of this office, but everyone knew that this was the laboratory of the boss of the institute, and that The boss lives in the laboratory every day and sleeps with his "little cuties".

Zhang Xue raised her hand and knocked on the door twice. After hearing the response from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

"Morning, Professor Darwin, are you looking for me?" Zhang Xue stood upright, with her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, looking respectful and dignified. Behind the experimental table opposite, stood an old man with gray hair on his temples, playing with a scale of a Chinese Fireball Dragon.

It is rare to see Zhang Xue displaying such a respectful attitude. Everyone in the institute knows that she has a noble nature and is full of arrogance. There are not many people who can awe her so much, and even the leaders of their research groups rarely receive such treatment.

"Yes, Zhang, you sit down first." Hearing the movement, the old wizard, who had obviously stayed up all night, raised his head, took off his reading glasses, rubbed his dry eyes vigorously, pointed to the chair beside him, and said gently, "Zhang, I had an idea for this project proposed by Dumbledore and others when I was young. I thought about it carefully and decided to assign this project to you."

"Professor, but why? What about the ghoul project I have now?" Zhang Xue asked in surprise, staring.

Zhang Xue couldn't help but think about it. When she first came to this laboratory, she felt countless malice.

She has a beautiful oriental appearance and a hot figure, and she is the youngest senior engineer in the institute. She has only been in the laboratory for one year and has been awarded a professional title that many people will never be able to achieve in their lifetime. I don’t know how many people are talking behind her back. , the topic is nothing more than one: Which leader of the institute did Zhang climb into the bed?