Chapter 426 A new look at the start of school

On the first day of class, the little wizards were a little happy.

Wow, after a summer vacation, I can finally read my beloved books and hear the professors’ reprimands. I’m so... so touched that I have tears in my eyes.

Hopefully professors won't punish them for not taking their summer homework seriously enough by punishing them by writing it again.

Many little wizards prayed silently in their hearts.

Throughout the History of Magic class, Summers was writing and drawing something, very focused. It wasn't until the end of get out of class that Robert had the chance to see his pile of parchment filled with writing.

"Man, are you going to start a journal?" Robert leaned over, "Muggle life? Didn't you say you were going to publish a book?"

"There are very few wizards who are interested in Muggles. If you publish a book directly, maybe no one will buy it. Wouldn't it be a huge loss? Moreover, publishing a book requires a lot of preparation materials and the content must be coherent. Why not do it now? I will start publishing periodicals to gain popularity. I will not consider publishing a book until I graduate. Once I have a mass base, my books will be sold." Summers generously handed over the paper in his hand, "It's time. Let wizards know that the lives of Muggles are much richer than they imagine. This journal of mine mainly introduces the daily lives of Muggles, starting with clothing, food, and sports. What do you think?"

"Excellent idea." Robert nodded. "In fact, most wizards only care about these things when they are bored. So what is your target audience?"

Summers pondered for a moment, "I thought about it and asked some students from pure wizard families. I found that wizards' journals are either mainly about fun or gossip, and most of their audience are housewives, so currently they mainly We still have to face them.”

"That's it." Robert scratched his head, "You seem to have forgotten our college's journal. You guys are in a collision."

Only then did Summers remember that it seemed that his college's journal also introduced Muggle delicacies, as well as the corresponding food spells.

"Am I stealing the job of the college journal?" Summers was a little doubtful about life and had lost hope in his own journal.

"Perhaps we can change our thinking." Robert pondered for a moment, "The seniors often complained that many people said that their descriptions of Muggle food were not detailed enough, and there was no way to make edible food according to the methods in the book..."

Summers had a weird expression, "Didn't we already know what the food spell looks like?"

"Um... um..." Robert's eyes were a little wandering, "You also know about Nicole's urinary properties. She is a staunch hands-on person. She doesn't use magic spells if she can, so... our food spells all have some ……complex."

Not only was it complicated, but for the spell to chop food, she would have just cut it with a knife.

As for Mrs. Weasley... Well, as a consultant, she always forgets that she has a part-time job, and every email sent to her will be forgotten by her.

After all, she has a large yard to grow crops, feed pigs and raise chickens, and this year there are a few more ducks in their pond.

You really can't ask for too much from her...

However, several of the food spells she figured out in her free time were very well received. Even the famous cheese magician, Ms. Greta Kachlov, sent her a letter praising her work on food spells. "Has amazing talent."

"It would be great if we could get Mrs. Weasley to be our editor." Summers sighed, "That way we wouldn't have to worry about food spells."

"So, you can cooperate with "Food Monthly". You will be responsible for promoting Muggle food, and the seniors will be responsible for researching food spells." Robert nodded, feeling that this idea should be okay, "This way they will have More time to study how to use magic to make delicious food."

"Isn't this not good?" Samos hesitated, "Wouldn't the content be repeated?"

Robert looked at him with a strange expression, "Do you think seniors and others can describe the specific taste of Muggle food? They have never even been to a Muggle restaurant."

Summers looked confused, "I haven't been there either!"

"But you don't need to go." Robert looked at him doubtfully, "You can cooperate with Muggle gourmets and let them help you write the manuscript."

Samos opened his mouth, and then seemed to think of something, looking thoughtful.

The pig farm run by his Muggle mother is actually a supply source for a relatively high-end restaurant. Although many people like to eat mutton or beef, there is actually a market for pork chops.

You can meet some foodies through restaurants.

This was the thought that suddenly appeared in Summers' mind. He jumped up excitedly and shouted anxiously, "I've thought of a way! I'll send a letter to my mother right now! See you later!"

After saying that, he ran away.

Mr. Honey Badger slowly walked out of the classroom and saw Robert alone at the door. He looked at the corridor in confusion, "Where's Samos?"

"Um..." Robert thought for a moment and said politely, "I don't know?"

Stebbins, "???" Then why do you even think about it.

However, Mr. Honey Badger didn't particularly care about this at first. He said excitedly, "I got a good thing."

"Hmm?" Robert responded to him while walking, "Tell me about it?"

Stebbins said triumphantly, "My father brought him from the spirit world."

Robert stopped and said with some uncertainty, "Has your father also encountered the spirit world?"

Stebbins nodded, "Yes, and he brought out a lot of good things from it."

Robert stretched out his hand, "Where are the things?"

"Submitted it," Stebbins said triumphantly. "Anyway, if we study it ourselves, it will definitely take a long time. Dad just handed it over to the Ministry of Magic."

Robert looked at him as if he was looking at a weirdo, where did you turn in the good stuff?

Stebbins rubbed his hands, "But before my dad handed it in, I secretly withheld something. My dad didn't know."

Robert became interested immediately, "Aren't you afraid of your butt being spread open?"

"He really made a lot of things." Stebbins said, "They said it might be a wizard's castle, but he built the castle in a certain space, and Dad accidentally encountered it. It’s a pity that they can’t locate that space, and it takes a little luck to get in.”

Robert curled his lips. They had no way to locate the space, but they had a way to locate the time.

As long as the value inside is particularly high, they have a reason to convince themselves to use the time-turner.

"Then why are you still standing here?" Robert grabbed this guy and said, "Let's go back to the dormitory and see your goodies!"