Chapter 166 Invitation

To be honest, no one could believe that there was a first-year student among the players on the Quidditch team.

But after all this happened, even the most stubborn person had to accept the fact.

A new student has joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Early in the morning, Cedric sent an invitation to Robert to watch. After all, he wanted to confirm the first-year student's strength with his own eyes.

But Robert sternly refused.

Just kidding, if Charlie was the captain, he would still be willing to watch the Gryffindor game. Now the Gryffindor captain is Wood, okay?

That's a lunatic.

He realized this in first grade.

People say there is a fine line between genius and madness, and Wood is such a person. He has a deep love for Quidditch. In order to win the game, he even practices himself and his teammates until they collapse.

Maybe he is really, really unlucky. There will always be various accidents in the arena with him, and even Charlie can't save him.

For this reason, Robert could only mourn in silence, hoping that he could win the Quidditch Cup before graduation.

But, I just don’t want to watch his game.

The three roommates walked happily together. They also brought their own sheets and prepared to make a flag to cheer for Gryffindor.

Not only the three of them, but other little wizards who were interested in the newcomers to the Gryffindor team also left the castle in twos and threes.

To Robert's surprise, Hermione also went, still with Ron, but the gap between them could fit a dozen twins.

These two guys probably won't reconcile for a while.

It's good that her relationship with Harry has improved a lot, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to watch his games.

While most of the little wizards were away, Robert decided to go out and have some fun.

To be honest, he hasn't used the broken stone that the old man gave him yet. Sure enough, in the wizarding world, he still needs to take a look at a certain thousand-year-old snake.

"So! The magic power of the Rotten Country is really too little. If it were in the Flower Country, there would be another beautiful snake." Robert sighed, "But luckily it is relatively weak, otherwise just thinking about how to trouble the beautiful snake, Tsk tsk, you’re not a high-ranking official."

The location of the thousand-year-old snake is a bit special. It is called a secret room, something like a hidden map.

The legend of the Chamber of Secrets has a long history. It is said that Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of the academy, built a huge space underground at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and raised a basilisk in the secret room to clear out the school. Muggle-born students.

This statement itself is nonsense.

There are many ways to get rid of Muggle wizards, whether they are curses or hexes. Robert alone knows dozens of them. There is no need to keep a snake that is inconvenient to carry.

As for those students it targets...

Robert felt that these words must have been said by Salazar Slytherin's enemy. Although the old man was a bit annoying, he was not so cautious.

Never doubt the magnanimity of an academy founder. For any wizard, knowledge is precious. To be able to share magic books with others for free and use his own property to build a school shows that the old man is just a talker. It's just so damn arrogant.

With the information about the basilisk in his mind, Robert came to the Hogwarts kitchen.

After still teasing the giggling pear, he opened the door and saw that the house elves in the kitchen were clearing away the dishes used for breakfast.

"Mr. Leslie, good morning, did you miss breakfast?" Old Cole appeared in front of Robert. He still looked old, but this was just his disguise. Considering the possible dangers in the future, Robert asked him to keep secrets about the spirit world.

"No." Robert shrugged, "Don't look at me like this, I'm a good student who goes to bed early and gets up early."

Cole smiled and said nothing.

"Well, actually I came here for two things." Robert spread his hands. "The first thing is to ask Mr. Cole if he is interested in working for me. I have a shop in Diagon Alley and I am in urgent need of manpower. I can pay Mr. Cole if he wishes."

Cole looked horrified.

"It's just some clothes." Robert said quickly before it screamed. "Of course, there are also some candies, accessories, or other small things, if you don't mind."

After thinking about it, he added, "I can also open a small vault for you. If you need to buy something, you can take the money yourself from it."

Although he didn't scream, Cole was obviously a little confused, "But, but, Mr. Leslie, I don't know what I want to do...shopping? Um, do you mean I can go out at will?"

"Of course." Robert looked at Cole in surprise, "How can you work for me if you can't go out? At least you need to buy something. Um, so I may need to find a house to live in? I can't let you live there. In Diagon Alley...well, it's actually not impossible." He decided to go to the treasury to see if there were any other deeds when he had time. If not, it would be best, and he could choose a house by himself.

The Ministry of Magic has a department called the House Elf Resettlement Office, which is mainly responsible for relocating house elves who have lost their owners. However, Robert felt that since he wanted to help him work, it was better to find a more familiar house elf. Better, of course, since there was no way he could find a house elf even if he went there.

Purebloods all have their own ways of obtaining house elves.

Cole seemed to want to say something more, but Robert interrupted, "Okay, Mr. Cole, I think we need to discuss this matter for a long time, and at least ask Professor Dumbledore for instructions. Of course, if you are not willing, Can you recommend another house-elf for me?"

Cole sighed, "The great Headmaster Dumbledore would agree."

"Hey, Cole, I'm asking you if you agree." Robert showed an exaggerated expression, "Do you think I look like an elf dealer?"

Cole gave a slightly unpleasant laugh, "The elf dealer is not as generous as you. Well, well, if it is Mr. Leslie, I will still be happy to accept this job. Of course, you need to get the great Dumbledore." The principal approves."

Robert was relieved to have a house elf to help him take care of business. At least communication was much more convenient.

"Well, I think if everything goes well, you can come to my house for Christmas, and I will introduce you to my adoptive parents." Robert shrugged, "It seems that they have been hiding something from me recently, um, Definitely give them a surprise.”

"But those are not important. The second thing I came here to ask is, what do you usually do with the leftover food? Is it a disappearing spell?" Robert asked curiously.