Chapter 161 Waiting for Professor

"I simply can't imagine how random you third-year students are!" Madam Pomfrey yelled angrily, "You actually led the first-year students to fight a giant monster!"

Harry and Ron lowered their heads, trembling, unable to even say a word in retort.

Robert pretended not to hear the lady's accusations.

Ever since he entered school, he had had a quarrel with this lady, because he would always add various burdens to her. Even Madam Pomfrey, the best-tempered one, was noisy by the little wizards for two days. Years later, he also became grumpy.

It has gradually developed in the direction of stopping children from crying.

"He's just a sprain." Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief and said to the others, "You just stay here! I'll call the principal here, and everyone should stay there, no! Xu! Chaos! run!"

Robert immediately surrendered with his hands obediently, "Okay, ma'am, no problem, ma'am."

Madam Pomfrey glared at him and turned away.

Summers chewed the bubble gum in his mouth and blew a bubble. With a "pop", the bubble exploded.

"Madam seems to have a bad temper recently..." Summers asked doubtfully, "Do wizards also have menopause?"

"What is menopause?" Stebbins asked blankly. After thinking for a while, he stuffed the bubble gum handed over by Summers into his mouth.

Summers reminded him, "You can't swallow the bubblegum."

Stebbins gestured that he was fine.

Robert looked at Summers strangely, "How do you know that menopause exists?"

"Oh." Summers stuffed another piece of bubble gum into his mouth and said vaguely, "Dad always puts the mop in the dishwasher, and mom will become particularly aggressive. Then dad secretly told me that It’s because my mother has reached menopause, so I have to be careful and don’t make her angry.”

"..." I hope your father can survive until the finale.

The giant monster lying on the ground screamed, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Summers poked the troll's little head with the wand in his hand. Yes, although the troll's head was as big as half a little wizard, compared to its entire body, it was still Just a little brain.

"...Although I don't think it's right to say this, your technique is really familiar. It's like a boy pounding cow dung with branches!" Robert couldn't help but complain.

Summers quickly retracted his wand, "Well, well..." his eyes wandered, "because during the summer vacation, I not only fed pigs, but also milked cows..."

Robert became interested, "Hey, if you put it this way, Summers, your family is actually a farm?"

Stebbins asked blankly, "Isn't raising pigs and dairy cows something that every family does? By the way, we also have a vegetable patch at home. I occasionally help my mother weed. There are so many gnomes. They have no memory at all, and even if we drive them away, they will get lost and return to the vegetable field one day in the future."

Stebbins muttered, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Actually, I've seen gnomes in the field before, but it wasn't our house, it was the neighbor's pumpkin patch." Summers sighed, "Unfortunately, I told my mother that something strange had stolen their pumpkins. But my mother didn't want to believe me. I later learned that Muggles couldn't see them."

"???" Robert was a little confused. Muggles can't see magical creatures?

Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Granger can see it!

Robert would rather believe that it was the work of the memory cancellation command!

Harry felt much better, at least the place where he twisted his foot didn't hurt so much. He and Ron were sitting on the hospital bed. Harry asked softly, "Ron, do you know what a goblin is?"

Ron looked at Harry with an expression of indescribable shock, "You, you, you don't know about goblins?"

Harry grinned, feeling that he and his friend seemed to be fundamentally different.

After all, the other party was a young wizard who grew up in a wizarding family, which was completely different from his own Muggle family. He had never even heard of something called a goblin.

Ron was still in shock, "Have you never farmed before? Goblins are those guys who look like potatoes and run around in the vegetable field."

Harry didn't know how to explain to him that it was impossible for a Muggle living in the city to grow vegetables in their own garden. They would rather grow flowers and grass to make their courtyards more beautiful.

"Huh? Robert, your family doesn't farm?" Stebbins asked doubtfully, "I thought you were the kind of family with a house elf."

"Well, I think Muggles may not know about house elves." Robert wiped the non-existent sweat, "If you are a Muggle, you may hire a maid or nanny."

"As for farming..." Robert thought for a moment and explained, "The Muggle population is very large, very large, and there are dedicated people responsible for farming. The city is probably, um... like Diagon Alley, there is no place for farming. , are all commercial streets, can you understand? Forget it, come to my house next summer, I will take you out for a walk and you will understand."

Robert, who felt that he was completely unable to explain Muggle life to Stebbins, gave up completely because he found that as long as he explained a little more, Mr. Honey Badger would have the strange illusion that people in Muggle cities were aristocrats.

or……

Robert thought for a while, next time he would invite all his classmates from pure wizarding families to play at home?

However, as soon as the idea came up, Robert was startled.

What am I thinking!

How could you have such a terrible idea!

These guys, who have no experience in the Muggle world, will definitely blow up their houses!

Maybe when their parents receive the news and come to the police station to pick them up, they may forget about it and make this matter the biggest unsolved case in Scotland Yard!

While several young wizards were chatting in twos and threes, a group of people opened the door and walked in.

Walking at the front was Principal Dumbledore, followed by Professor McGonagall, followed by Professor Sprout. Professor Quirrell poked his head, as if he was debating whether to come in or not.

None of the professors looked particularly good, especially Professor McGonagall, whose entire face was tense.

Professor Sprout seemed a little angry. She walked up to Robert and the others, lowered her face and asked, "Gentlemen, can you explain to me why you brought two first-year freshmen to the school after receiving the notice from the professor?" Wandering around the castle?”

The three of them looked confused.

Summers tilted his head and looked at his professor with a puzzled expression, "Because they were injured, we picked them up and sent them to the school hospital. Should we just let them stay in the corridor?"