I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 388 The Forgotten Gold Medal Professor

Suddenly, a little old man with a permanent smile appeared in Ian's mind.

Then the picture became clearer and clearer, with the bald head, bulging eyes, thick silver beard, and the iconic walrus-like figure...

"Horace Slughorn!"

Ian slapped his head, and after reacting, he secretly said, "It's dark under the lights."

How could we forget the former Head of Slytherin? As a member of the potions team, Slughorn was no ordinary person. This was a real potions master with real abilities.

One thing to say is that although he is a capable contemporary master, he is not a qualified professor, and is even less reliable than Snape.

After all, Snape would punish some students who made trouble or didn't do their homework.

Slughorn is completely ignorant. For students with mediocre talents, he will not even remember your name.

As for papers, assignments, etc., it’s up to you. Whether he likes to write or not, he will just deal with it if he does. If he doesn’t write, he won’t ask.

Regardless of whether you say he is vain or greedy for pleasure, one thing cannot but be mentioned, that is, Slughorn really cares about talented students.

Moreover, Slughorn also has a pair of observant eyes. He can always discover unknown talents in some seemingly mediocre students, and cultivate and explore them.

It is no exaggeration to say that a wise eye recognizes talents.

In short, they are very good to geniuses, but extremely irresponsible to ordinary students.

Closer to home.

After thinking of a way, Ian stopped lying down and sat up from the sofa, took out his quill and started writing a letter to Slughorn.

He believed that with Hermione's talent, she could make Slughorn look at her in a new light.

"Sha~shasha!"

In the quiet living room, the only sound left was the scratching of the quill on the paper.

ten minutes later.

Ian put the dried letters into envelopes and mailed them as soon as he returned to Hogwarts.

As for now? Feel sorry! In an ecological city, even the phoenix, let alone the owl, cannot enter. Dumbledore held the Elder Wand and released the forbidden magic with his own hands. It was really not a lie.

"What to do..."

After writing the letter, Ian looked around, feeling a little idle.

Looking at the alarm clock, the hour hand was only pointing to 10 o'clock now. It was estimated that Hermione would have to sleep for at least another hour or two before there was a certain probability of getting up.

As for Granger's apartment, it was impossible to go there. If I went and asked Hermione, what would he say? Tell people that your daughter was too tired last night and hadn’t gotten up yet...

This is purely challenging the bottom line of middle-aged dentists.

……

Pushing open the small door of the RV storage room, Ian came to the vast farm space on the second floor, with endless wheat fields and fruitful grape trellises...

Of course, due to the lack of maintenance of the farm, all kinds of crops are growing wildly and wantonly.

"It seems that there will be a house elf here..." Ian said to himself.

After all, it is a pity that a farm of more than [-] acres is abandoned like this.

Turning his head, Ian looked at the mountains of supplies. While sighing at the Grangers' strong 'hamster blood', he also squatted down and began to rummage through various needed supplies.

"Four, yeast, sugar, salt, jam, ham, cheese..."

After some sifting, Ian waved his wand to make the picked materials float in the air, and then followed him to the kitchen.

It had been so long since he had gotten a house elf at the Malfoy's that he had forgotten the last time he cooked.

<divclass="contentadv"> With a wave and a shake... all the ingredients, under the arrangement of family practical magic, stayed in their predetermined positions step by step.

Forty minutes later.

A 14-inch ham pizza is freshly baked, and the rich flavor of cheese and tomato ham instantly fills the entire kitchen.

Crispy golden skin, embellished with red ham, and paired with white salad dressing...

In short, Ian felt that the lunch meat he had for breakfast just now was really not even eaten by a dog.

"another one……"

Looking at the fragrant food in front of him, and with a sense of accomplishment, Ian also became more playful. This time he planned to bake another black pepper beef pizza to make up for his lack of breakfast.

When you are busy, time will always pass by unconsciously.

Just as Ian was about to bake his third creative pizza, the door to the RV bedroom was pushed open.

"It smells so good~ Are you making breakfast?" Hermione asked sleepily.

Seeing Hermione's tired expression, while feeling distressed, she also felt a little funny, so she made a small joke:

"Breakfast? If possible, I'd like you to take a look at the alarm clock first, Miss Granger."

As soon as Ian finished speaking, he saw Hermione lowering her head in embarrassment. It was obvious that she also saw the time on the alarm clock, which was 12:[-] noon.

But before he could say anything, Hermione raised her head again and said nonchalantly: "So what, I just slept in!"

"Just go to sleep, I didn't say anything to you." Ian muttered softly, and then said:

"First go wash up and change clothes. I'll bake pizza. After lunch, tell your parents that it's time for us to go back to Hogwarts."

"Hmm~ Okay!" Hermione did not retort this time, but nodded, turned and walked to the bathroom nearby.

……

in the restaurant.

Seeing that Hermione was a little depressed, Ian put down the black pepper beef pizza in his hand and comforted:

"It's not necessary. We're still at least a month away from the outbreak, and we can still call them."

"Can I still make a call?" Hermione raised her head instantly and asked with stern eyes.

"Otherwise? Are you really isolated from the world?" Ian rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"It is impossible to arrange all the tens of millions of Squibs to work in the ecological city. Moreover, many Squibs are highly educated. It is really wasteful to let them farm on farms. Radios, communication signals... these are key facilities that still need to be maintained. "

Hearing these words, Hermione also asked curiously: "Is this all what I thought of? Or has it been decided..."

"Of course it's a policy set by the International Federation of Wizards. I'm not that smart, and they are willing to tell me this just because they respect my strength." Ian replied without thinking.

This time he told the truth. In fact, Grindelwald had already planned these policies against squibs when he formulated the squib wand.

But why Grindelwald never had any reservations about him, Ian was also a little confused. Despite my doubts, I only found the so-called 'respect for strength', a reason that didn't seem too far-fetched.

After listening to the explanation, Hermione couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that a wise leader has appeared among the wizards."

"This is indeed true, so it's really comfortable to find a lap to hug." Ian immediately agreed, but he regretted it after he said it.

It was also a habit in the past. What he just said was a literal translation, but hugging the thigh... has no unnecessary meaning in English. It has its own slang here.

"Hug? Are your legs... comfortable?" Hermione's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Listen to my explanation...it is to take advantage of the situation and their advantages so that we can have a stable life."

After some explanations, the jealous Gryffindor lioness was finally appeased...