Chapter 36 On the Hogwarts Express
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Rui Chen 3499
There were many parents sending their children to school, and they all crowded together on the crowded platform, saying goodbye to each other.
The style of the platform is nothing new, but the train named "Hogwarts Express" does have a steampunk feel.
The transportation in China in the previous life was very convenient, whether it was the subway or the train, it ran through every city.
However, the styles of trains that Kong Nuo saw with his own eyes in his previous life all had a strong sense of modernity. They were designed with speed and stability in mind, and most of them were streamlined carriages.
And the Hogwarts Express is purely a product of the last century, a bright red steam train with large plumes of white smoke coming out of its chimney.
However, these white smokes seem to be just for decoration, and there is no pungent smell mixed with burning coal at all.
According to Newt's introduction at that time, although this train is in the style of a steam train, the power is completely driven by magic power, so it can be regarded as pure natural and pollution-free.
However, when he selected a carriage in the middle of the train and sat on his seat, his evaluation of the train was lowered by a notch.
The seats installed in the carriages are not as comfortable as the seats on the bullet trains of Huaxia in the previous life, and the overall sitting feeling is stiff.
If those ordinary people sit here and travel long distances, it will be really choking.
It seems that those wizards only modified the exterior of the train, ignoring the improvement of the interior of the train.
Taking advantage of the time before he arrived at school, Kong Nuo began to close his eyes and meditate, thinking about how to teach the first class well.
After a while, I heard the siren of the train about to start, accompanied by some crying, including parents and children.
The compartment he was sitting in had already been entered by students, and the voice should not be a first-year freshman, chatting on twitter and discussing new things about the summer vacation.
"Is that Isle of Wight interesting? It seems that there are many ruins of wizards!"
"There's too much homework on the history of magic! There's not much time to play at all! Mom and Dad had a lot of fun, and then my dad gave me a quill, which is said to have been used by ancient wizards."
"That's not bad, my dad will take us to Ilfracombe for a holiday, and see that crazy Muggle by the way."
"Crazy Muggle? The Muggle who hasn't been completely erased."
"Yes! This year's summer homework has a thesis title about the Ilfracombe incident? My father took me there."
"Jordan! Jordan! Why don't you tell me what you did over the summer?"
"That's right! Jordan, it feels like you are darker, as black as a piece of coal! Did you go to Africa to play?"
"Haha! If you don't tell me, I don't think so. Really! Jordan is even darker! If you don't pay attention when you go out at night, you may run into him and you won't even know."
This boy named Jordan, his accent has obvious tongue-twisting feeling, "You are right, I did go to Africa, and I brought back my baby!"
"Honey? Is that the bag you grabbed? What's in it?"
"Show us quickly! Open, open!"
"You asked me to open it, I didn't force you! Don't complain to Professor McGonagall!"
"How? What else can scare a wizard?"
Rusting... the sound of the rope being pulled apart.
"Ah! Don't come here! Don't come here!"
"Damn it! Take it away! It jumped on my nose!"
The two boys who had started to speak broke out in screams.
Jordan laughed loudly, "Don't worry, don't worry, it's only a little poisonous, just cut off your nose at most!"
"Go away!" the two boys continued to scream.
"Hey! Don't lose my baby! I have to show George and Fred later!"
The carriage became quiet again, and the screams of the two boys became farther and farther away until they disappeared completely.
"He said I was as black as coal! What kind of black is a black man if he is not black!" Jordan continued humming to himself.
The train started to move forward with a clanging sound, and the sliding door of the carriage was pushed open.
"Hey! I heard from Fred that you got a big marsupial spider? Give me Kangkang!" Another male voice, just by hearing the voice, I think the boy is very naughty.
Jordan smiled triumphantly, "Here! This is a good thing! I took a lot of effort to bring it over from Africa. The wizards who inspected it didn't allow these creatures to go to other countries!"
"Oh! It's still a lady! Look in your bag, it's laid a lot of eggs in it!"
"George! Show me! I want to take a look too!" Another voice similar to George's, slightly thicker, should be the Fred that George was talking about.
George asked excitedly: "You said that if the little spiders can be hatched, do you have enough toxin samples?"
"Is that fat tongue taffy?" Jordan asked, "Should it be okay? I heard from the locals that the poison of this kind of spider is not fatal, and it is indeed very suitable as a raw material..."
The three of them started to discuss intensely, all about potion making, which made Kong Nuo feel a little drowsy.
"Jordan! Who's that guy in the corner all the time? Do you know him?" George asked suddenly.
"Uh... I met him when I walked into this compartment. It looks like a professor of which subject he looks like."
"Professor? Either the professor of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class, or the professor of the newly opened martial arts class." Fred guessed.
"It should be the professor of martial arts class, right? Look at his figure! It's like those people who regularly exercise in Muggles!" George analyzed.
"Speaking of martial arts class! It requires three textbooks! And the price is not cheap! I haven't changed any new clothes this year!" Fred complained.
"It's not easy for your family to raise so many children. Would you like me to lend you some clothes?" Jordan giggled, "My African aboriginal clothes can just cover your buttocks!"
"Go away!" George yelled.
"You said... shall we release this spider..." Fred lowered his voice suddenly.
"Isn't it good? After all, he's also a professor..." Jordan hesitated.
"Anyway, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class changes every year, so we can bear it for a year at most." Fred said nonchalantly, "If it's a professor of martial arts, isn't it just to try his skills? Let's see if he can do it." Can't be a professor!"
"Not so good..." Jordan was still hesitating.
"At worst, after throwing the spider behind him, let's hurry up." Fred continued to suggest, "Let's observe the situation outside the car. If he is very scared, can we save him? The nature is different. !"
Jordan has been persuaded by Fred, "That's right...he's still sleeping! Those two guys yelled just now and didn't wake him up. He's sleeping so soundly...he shouldn't be able to find us."
Hearing this, Kong Nuo suddenly felt his spirit lifted. There are still little devils who want to play tricks with him, so why not play with them?
He could feel the three men approaching him, as well as the rustling sound of skin rubbing against the bag.
This should be one of the people, who is grabbing the spider out of the bag and preparing to put it on him.
The style of the platform is nothing new, but the train named "Hogwarts Express" does have a steampunk feel.
The transportation in China in the previous life was very convenient, whether it was the subway or the train, it ran through every city.
However, the styles of trains that Kong Nuo saw with his own eyes in his previous life all had a strong sense of modernity. They were designed with speed and stability in mind, and most of them were streamlined carriages.
And the Hogwarts Express is purely a product of the last century, a bright red steam train with large plumes of white smoke coming out of its chimney.
However, these white smokes seem to be just for decoration, and there is no pungent smell mixed with burning coal at all.
According to Newt's introduction at that time, although this train is in the style of a steam train, the power is completely driven by magic power, so it can be regarded as pure natural and pollution-free.
However, when he selected a carriage in the middle of the train and sat on his seat, his evaluation of the train was lowered by a notch.
The seats installed in the carriages are not as comfortable as the seats on the bullet trains of Huaxia in the previous life, and the overall sitting feeling is stiff.
If those ordinary people sit here and travel long distances, it will be really choking.
It seems that those wizards only modified the exterior of the train, ignoring the improvement of the interior of the train.
Taking advantage of the time before he arrived at school, Kong Nuo began to close his eyes and meditate, thinking about how to teach the first class well.
After a while, I heard the siren of the train about to start, accompanied by some crying, including parents and children.
The compartment he was sitting in had already been entered by students, and the voice should not be a first-year freshman, chatting on twitter and discussing new things about the summer vacation.
"Is that Isle of Wight interesting? It seems that there are many ruins of wizards!"
"There's too much homework on the history of magic! There's not much time to play at all! Mom and Dad had a lot of fun, and then my dad gave me a quill, which is said to have been used by ancient wizards."
"That's not bad, my dad will take us to Ilfracombe for a holiday, and see that crazy Muggle by the way."
"Crazy Muggle? The Muggle who hasn't been completely erased."
"Yes! This year's summer homework has a thesis title about the Ilfracombe incident? My father took me there."
"Jordan! Jordan! Why don't you tell me what you did over the summer?"
"That's right! Jordan, it feels like you are darker, as black as a piece of coal! Did you go to Africa to play?"
"Haha! If you don't tell me, I don't think so. Really! Jordan is even darker! If you don't pay attention when you go out at night, you may run into him and you won't even know."
This boy named Jordan, his accent has obvious tongue-twisting feeling, "You are right, I did go to Africa, and I brought back my baby!"
"Honey? Is that the bag you grabbed? What's in it?"
"Show us quickly! Open, open!"
"You asked me to open it, I didn't force you! Don't complain to Professor McGonagall!"
"How? What else can scare a wizard?"
Rusting... the sound of the rope being pulled apart.
"Ah! Don't come here! Don't come here!"
"Damn it! Take it away! It jumped on my nose!"
The two boys who had started to speak broke out in screams.
Jordan laughed loudly, "Don't worry, don't worry, it's only a little poisonous, just cut off your nose at most!"
"Go away!" the two boys continued to scream.
"Hey! Don't lose my baby! I have to show George and Fred later!"
The carriage became quiet again, and the screams of the two boys became farther and farther away until they disappeared completely.
"He said I was as black as coal! What kind of black is a black man if he is not black!" Jordan continued humming to himself.
The train started to move forward with a clanging sound, and the sliding door of the carriage was pushed open.
"Hey! I heard from Fred that you got a big marsupial spider? Give me Kangkang!" Another male voice, just by hearing the voice, I think the boy is very naughty.
Jordan smiled triumphantly, "Here! This is a good thing! I took a lot of effort to bring it over from Africa. The wizards who inspected it didn't allow these creatures to go to other countries!"
"Oh! It's still a lady! Look in your bag, it's laid a lot of eggs in it!"
"George! Show me! I want to take a look too!" Another voice similar to George's, slightly thicker, should be the Fred that George was talking about.
George asked excitedly: "You said that if the little spiders can be hatched, do you have enough toxin samples?"
"Is that fat tongue taffy?" Jordan asked, "Should it be okay? I heard from the locals that the poison of this kind of spider is not fatal, and it is indeed very suitable as a raw material..."
The three of them started to discuss intensely, all about potion making, which made Kong Nuo feel a little drowsy.
"Jordan! Who's that guy in the corner all the time? Do you know him?" George asked suddenly.
"Uh... I met him when I walked into this compartment. It looks like a professor of which subject he looks like."
"Professor? Either the professor of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class, or the professor of the newly opened martial arts class." Fred guessed.
"It should be the professor of martial arts class, right? Look at his figure! It's like those people who regularly exercise in Muggles!" George analyzed.
"Speaking of martial arts class! It requires three textbooks! And the price is not cheap! I haven't changed any new clothes this year!" Fred complained.
"It's not easy for your family to raise so many children. Would you like me to lend you some clothes?" Jordan giggled, "My African aboriginal clothes can just cover your buttocks!"
"Go away!" George yelled.
"You said... shall we release this spider..." Fred lowered his voice suddenly.
"Isn't it good? After all, he's also a professor..." Jordan hesitated.
"Anyway, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class changes every year, so we can bear it for a year at most." Fred said nonchalantly, "If it's a professor of martial arts, isn't it just to try his skills? Let's see if he can do it." Can't be a professor!"
"Not so good..." Jordan was still hesitating.
"At worst, after throwing the spider behind him, let's hurry up." Fred continued to suggest, "Let's observe the situation outside the car. If he is very scared, can we save him? The nature is different. !"
Jordan has been persuaded by Fred, "That's right...he's still sleeping! Those two guys yelled just now and didn't wake him up. He's sleeping so soundly...he shouldn't be able to find us."
Hearing this, Kong Nuo suddenly felt his spirit lifted. There are still little devils who want to play tricks with him, so why not play with them?
He could feel the three men approaching him, as well as the rustling sound of skin rubbing against the bag.
This should be one of the people, who is grabbing the spider out of the bag and preparing to put it on him.
