Chapter 51 The Magical Great-Grandfather

The day after arriving in the flower country, Robert went to see his grandfather.

According to the name of the Fu country, that is the grandfather. According to the name of the flower country, that is the great-great-grandfather of countless great-grandfathers.

The old man's body was quite strong, and he gave Robert a big surprise as soon as he came up.

"Dead...dead!" As the frightened screams echoed in the air, the Chen clan members panicked for a moment, then looked towards the direction of the sound, then lowered their heads and went about their business.

Hey, the second ancestor of the Chen family is scaring the younger generations again.

This time I don’t know which country’s descendants came back to worship their ancestors.

In the room, an old man and a young man stared at each other.

Robert was frightened to death. Chen Xiang asked him to wait here for his grandfather who knew how many generations ago. Unexpectedly, a corpse fell from the sky and bounced on the ground twice. From this, it can be seen that the corpse was well preserved and quite fresh. He had just died not long ago. .

What a ghost! ! !

I was the first man to appear at the crime scene!

If it wasn't Conan-chan, it could only be the murderer!

Robert shouted subconsciously.

However, no one came to check.

After waiting for a long time, Robert thought, we can't let people lie on the ground, I'd better turn it over to see who died.

Then he saw a pair of big, unblinking eyes.

And winked.

Robert was silent for a moment and looked intently.

"Fuck! Fake corpse!" He was so frightened that he loosened his grip and threw the corpse out. However, the corpse did not fall to the ground, but rolled very flexibly in the air, like a leaf falling not far away from Robert. .

"Hey, you little baby, you almost broke my bones!" The corpse turned out to be the first to complain.

Only then did Robert notice that the corpse had gray hair and tight, pinkish skin. It looked like a young man wearing a wig.

"Are you your great-grandfather?" Robert didn't dare to use English and asked directly in Chinese.

The old man's expression froze and he scratched his head, "Why don't you act according to common sense? I also want to show off my psychic skills."

"Psychic magic?" Robert repeated curiously.

"Well, that's not important." The old man walked up to Robert casually, hooked a chair out of the corner with his feet and sat down, "Find a stool and sit on it."

Robert obediently went to grab a stool and sat in front of the old man.

"I heard that you entered a wizarding school, the Hogwarts?" the old man asked kindly.

Robert nodded.

"Oh, the academy opened by those four old guys has finally been passed down." The old man sighed, smashed his mouth, and suddenly slammed the table angrily, "You bastards, why are you bastards dead? , I can’t die, I’m so angry!”

Robert looked confused.

These days, are there still people who think they have a long life?

At this moment, the old man rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to Robert, and said, "Here, stretch out your hand."

Robert subconsciously put his right hand up, and the old man and the young man just stared.

After staring for a long time, the old man said depressedly, "Are you lucky?"

"Meow meow meow?" Robert asked with a black question mark on his face, what are you talking about.

Seeing Robert's eyes blank, the old man patted his head and said, "Oh, I forgot. That's not how you play."

Then, Robert felt a warm current flow throughout his body...

"Oh, I see, it's wood." The old man pinched his beard, "This is an attribute suitable for running in the wild."

Robert was even more confused. What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand?

"Don't you understand?" the old man asked.

Robert nodded.

The old man clapped his hands and said, "It's okay if you don't understand. How can I appear to be more talented, majestic, and suave if I ask you to understand?"

Robert was dumbfounded, is there such an operation? What kind of ancestors are these!

The old man kept talking, "Anyway, it's just to see which attribute you are more close to. I remember you also said this. When I think about it, fire, water, air, and earth seem to be divided like this."

"Speaking of which, your branch is also divided in this way..." the old man babbled, "and saying that they have the same qualities as people is all lies."

Robert weakly raised his paw and said, "But that's what the school professors say..."

"Then how did the professor know?" the old man asked slowly, "Do you drink tea?"

"Uh, okay, thank you." Robert replied quickly.

Looking at the table and tea that suddenly appeared in front of him, Robert was thinking, what is this, a summoning spell? Transfiguration? Flying curse?

The old man sipped the tea, his expression relaxed, and then said, "The professor told you that the sorting is based on quality to distinguish which college a person should go to?"

Robert nodded.

The old man said with a smile, "That's good. I tell you that all Gryffindors are sinister people. Do you believe it?"

Robert was dumbfounded, Grandpa, you have a lot of ideas.

"Look, you don't believe it. But if I promote various despicable ways of doing things in Gryffindor House and let everyone learn them, will they still be the same Gryffindor who is famous for their courage?" The old man laughed. Gotta be like a fox.

Robert was even more confused. Grandpa, what are you doing?

"That's why I said, relying on quality to distinguish a person's destination is basically fooling you kids. Wouldn't it be better to just tell them to choose based on talent?" The old man muttered something in a low voice, but Robert didn't hear it clearly.

He raised his hand weakly and said, "But we are in a quandary."

The old man stretched out his hand and gestured in front of Robert, "Look, these are five human fingers. Is the middle one the longest?"

Robert nodded.

"I have a standard hand shape. There must be someone whose ring finger and middle finger are about the same length." The old man bent his middle finger, "Then it seems like it's impossible to tell the difference now."

Robert hesitated and nodded again.

"That's what the so-called embarrassment is." The old man said, "Hat can't tell which attribute of the child's talent is more outstanding, so he can only be in a dilemma and take longer to identify."

Robert said, although what you old man said seems to be correct, I still can’t understand it!

because……

"But, we all take the same classes..." Robert reminded weakly, "I don't think there is any difference between us..."

The old man scratched his head and said, "Well, let me give you an example that you can understand. The dean of your Hufflepuff house must be very good at herbal medicine. At least he is the best among the four deans. Gryffin Most of the Heads of House should be good at transfiguration. The Head of Slytherin should be very knowledgeable in potions. The Head of Ravenclaw is probably very good at spells.

"I remember you said you were a Hufflepuff? Didn't your dean prescribe some medicine to the students in your house? Send some herbs, potions, etc.? Or often remind you that Hufflepuff students should be upright? , loyalty, perseverance, down-to-earth, etc.?”