The Admiral of Hogwarts

On the evening of the first day of school, Hugo was not only doing homework and recording knowledge. After returning to the dormitory, he finished washing up and lay on the bed. Before going to sleep, he communicated with Hood and Belfast, who were now in London, through the Admiral Network, and dealt with some things related to them.

For example, Hugo opened up his memories of his previous life to Hood and Belfast, because these two ship girls said that they now needed to earn as much money as possible to prepare a good environment for their sisters who would arrive later. After a brief thought, Hugo simply opened up most of his memories to them, letting them find opportunities to make money on their own.

After all, Hugo couldn't go out while at school. In this world, which was very similar to his previous life, Hugo's memories of his previous life could be said to be worth a fortune. Especially when he was a part-time online novelist, he specifically researched a lot of information in order to write a novel about urban rebirth, and all of those materials could now be recalled with the help of the Admiral Network.

What's even better was that, because of certain characteristics of the website where he submitted his work, he was wary of writing about content related to his motherland. Therefore, in order to prevent his efforts from being wasted, he set the protagonist as a Chinese American in Europe and the United States, so most of the information he researched back then was related to Europe and the United States.

"I didn't expect that I wanted to write a novel about urban rebirth, but in the end, I became the protagonist of an urban rebirth story myself." After sending that batch of memories to the two ship girls in London, Hugo thought. As for the fact that the knowledge was being used by ship girls outside, Hugo automatically ignored it. After all, admirals and ship girls can often be regarded as one.

After saying goodbye to the ship girls, Hugo quickly fell into a dream. On the one hand, the house-elves did a really good job of tidying up the bed, making it soft and comfortable, so that people felt sleepy after lying down. On the other hand, the memory transfer and chat just now took more than an hour, and it was indeed a bit late now.

Hugo's first day at Hogwarts could be said to have gone relatively smoothly, but when classes started the next day, all sorts of problems began to appear.

For example, the low level of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which the whole class was really looking forward to, was obviously beyond everyone's expectations. In everyone's impression, this class should teach everyone how to fight with magic, especially for those little wizards who came from the Muggle world. The image of a wizard who could cast fireballs was in line with their image of a spellcaster.

Although there were no computer games in this era, and game consoles were also very crude, in 1974, Gary Gygax and three of his friends launched the Dungeons \u0026 Dragons tabletop game. Most of the familiar images in Western fantasy originated from this tabletop game. Naturally, these Muggle-born students also brought the image of the mage in the game into the image of the wizard.

But in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell almost became a joke. His classroom was filled with the smell of garlic, and everyone said it was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would turn around and catch him. He told them that his large turban was a gift from an African prince, who thanked him for helping him get rid of the entanglement of a reanimated corpse.

However, none of the students present believed what he said, because what he said was too simple, and when someone wanted to ask for more detailed information, his face turned red and he talked vaguely about the weather.

"It seems that we can only rely on self-study for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class." After class, Veneto said to Hugo through the Admiral Network. "I always thought that the novels used exaggeration when writing about it, but now it seems that Quirrell's level is really bad - by the way, do you think his current state is pretending or is he really like this?"

"His IQ should be at this level now." Hugo thought for a moment and said. As the best magic school in Britain, there must be certain requirements for recruiting teachers here. It is impossible to recruit some garbage. At least, Professor Quirrell shouldn't be in this situation when he applied for the job.

And his current state is obviously due to Voldemort's possession, the two brains are incompatible, resulting in obvious problems.

Although in the original book, Quirrell said to Harry in the final level, "Snape certainly doesn't look like a good person. With him there, who would suspect poor, p-p-p-poor Professor Quirrell?" But the fact that he was normal during the interview and turned into a useless person after entering the school was already very suspicious.

And being able to come up with tricks full of loopholes and still be proud of himself can only mean that Quirrell's brain and Voldemort's brain were completely scrapped after being put together, so he came up with such a bad idea. On the other hand, it is very reasonable that his lectures are full of loopholes when his brain is damaged.

According to Hugo's speculation, Professor Dumbledore probably already knew what conspiracy Quirrell might be preparing at this time, but he felt that everything was under his control. So he was preparing to give Harry a chance, which is why he remained silent after discovering that Quirrell was wrong.

It's just that Dumbledore probably didn't expect Voldemort to stick to the back of Quirrell's head, otherwise he would have killed the other party long ago, instead of sending Harry to the other party's face.

After a brief discussion, Hugo and the others picked up their books and walked to the next classroom. In any case, the smell of manure in Professor Sprout's greenhouse was much better than the smell of garlic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. At least, the specially fermented manure could still make people think of the fields.

Soon it was the weekend. After reading a book in the library for a morning and finishing lunch, Hugo suggested that everyone could take a good stroll in the castle and then relax. After all, sitting there reading all day, Hugo felt that his eyes and brain could handle it, but his butt might not be able to handle it. It would be miserable if he got hemorrhoids at a young age.

Although Hugo also believed that wizards could solve this kind of problem with just a potion or a wave of their wand, he didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey for this reason, which would be too embarrassing.

Moreover, for them, they had only recently figured out the routes from Ravenclaw Tower to the dining hall and various classrooms. It could be said that they had been to less than 1/3 of this thousand-year-old castle at most. And the other 2/3 was where they wanted to go for a walk today.

"How did you recognize these roads?" Hermione asked curiously, watching Veneto accurately lead herself and Hugo through corridor after corridor based on the map drawn by several Ravenclaw upperclassmen, because she found that Veneto could almost find the most reasonable route in the shortest time.

"This may be a talent." Veneto didn't know how to explain it. You must know that the internal structure of warships, especially large warships, is no simpler than Hogwarts Castle. One of the most important things for the crew of those ships after boarding is to recognize the structure of the warship, so Veneto, as a ship girl, naturally has an extremely strong sense of direction.

Just as the group was walking to the outside of a somewhat remote empty room on the third floor, a sudden explosion came from the classroom.