Chapter 1620: ?On the train
The journey by train was lacklustre. With Su Ming, he directly led Hermione into the professor's box without giving her the chance to contact Harry and the others.
The little girl was a little curious about what a boy who survived a catastrophe was like. When she got in the car, she heard someone exclaiming not far away, saying that she had seen Potter, as if she had met a superstar.
But Su Ming directly told her the truth, the ancient magic spell of so-called ‘love’ may be learned in Luen Fu literature.
The blood and love of his relatives protected Harry Potter. It wasn't that he had any immortality ability, but Voldemort was careless.
If he hadn't tried to save trouble and had to use the death curse on a weak baby, but had reached out and slowly strangled the child, Harry would have been cold.
This is a secret. The professor told her to keep it secret, and then from the cart passing by the door, he bought her new chocolate frogs and bipedo beans.
Miss Granger got the answer that no one else knew, and was satisfied, she continued to hold her cat and looked out the green field outside the window, and the little interest in Harry Potter just mentioned disappeared instantly.
As for the professor who said that in the future, Odin himself would have the opportunity to teach him Luen's writing... Hermione just smiled politely and assumed that the professor was sick again.
There are magical worlds, but gods...no?
After a few days of contact, Little Hermione felt that Professor Wilson was good at everything, but from time to time he would have some brain abnormalities, saying things that were incomprehensible or meaningless. Perhaps most wizards were like this.
"Excuse me, have any of you seen my toad?"
At this time, a small fat man suddenly opened the door, looking very reckless, but when he saw the professor in the box, he was so scared that he stood still and couldn't move.
Hermione kindly pulled him closer to the box: "My name is Hermione Granger, this is Professor Wilson, what's your name?"
"Rifle, no, no, my name is Neville Longbottom, and Rifle is my Toad's name." Xiao Pangdun was obviously a little scared. His grandma warned him before going to school, saying that if a professor complained to her, she Will send a roaring letter to Neville.
Hermione shared some of her snacks with Neville, and asked him to sit down beside him, then looked at the professor eagerly: "Teacher, let's help him."
The professor who was drinking in broad daylight wiped his mouth: "How are you going to help?"
"Take him to each car for a turn?" Hermione felt that Neville was a bit stuttering, and it might be difficult to communicate with others. She wanted to help.
Su Ming shook his head and stretched out his hand to drew out his golden wand: "That's how ordinary people do, Hermione, as a wizard, of course you have to use the method of a wizard, remember my spells clearly, Raffle is here!"
That is to say, the pronunciation of the spell is correct, but in fact the one responsible for finding toads is strangling. It exploded countless transparent tentacles thinner than cow hair, spreading out along the ground and ceiling in an instant, looking for a fat man The smell of toad.
The Hogwarts Express is only more than 300 meters long, and the first-year carriages are even less. It quickly found the toad in Neville’s suitcase. Obviously, Neville’s grandma did not let him take the pet. Lost, put it in the suitcase.
is like a movie special effect hanging Via, the strangulated transparent tentacles lifted toads along the ceiling back to the box where the host was located, and threw the slimy pet into Neville's arms.
At this time, Professor Wilson put away his wand decently, as if he had done a small thing: "Your grandma put it in the suitcase. She should have told you about it, but you forgot."
Navi started slapping his head, pulling at his hair, looking very upset.
"I always forget things, my grandma gave me a memory ball, when it lights up..." The little boy took out a small ball from his robe, and there was a glowing red in the crystal. Si Xu, and this made Neville even more bitter: "This means I have forgotten something again."
Hermione covered her mouth and laughed. She thought it was very interesting, but she soon realized that it was too wrong to laugh at other people's misfortunes, and she forced her to go back.
"It's okay, Neville, relax." Su Ming continued to pick up the bottle on the small table: "You just forgot the spell I taught you just now. It doesn't matter. Professor Flivy will meet in class after school starts. I'll teach you again."
Naville calmed down a bit. He stood up holding the toad and said, "I have to go. I will go back while I still remember where my box is. Thank you, Professor, and Hermione."
He bowed suddenly, the hood behind his robe was covered on top of his head, and he went out.
was able to help the classmates, which made Miss Granger feel very good. She carefully memorized the professor's spell just now, and even practiced it with the bottle stopper on the table.
It succeeded once, and the cork flew directly into her hands. Her talent for spell learning was amazing.
She put the cork back in satisfaction, raised her chin like a little swan, waiting for the professor’s praise, but Su Ming poured cold water:
"This is just the beginning. The casting range of the flying curse is the most in need of practice. When you can summon something from your old Manchester home at Hogwarts, then you can count as a master."
Hermione tilted her head: "Where is Hogwarts?"
"Somewhere in Scotland, the specific location cannot be depicted on any map because of ancient spells, but I watched the stars at night, and the castle is at least 300 miles away from your home." The professor winked her eyes.
The little girl rolled her eyes, picked up the cat next to her and leaned back on the sofa chair to rest.
Bad teacher, you know to tease her, who can use more than three hundred miles to curse? !
At this time, someone knocked on the door. It was a boy's voice: "Hello, can I come in?"
"Please come in." Su Ming probably guessed who it was.
It turned out that the eldest of the Malfoys was outside the door. He was still carrying a gift at this time. He walked in and put the gift on the table before he gracefully bowed to Su Ming.
"Hello Professor Wilson~www.NovelMTL.com~ I am Draco Malfoy. This is a little gift prepared at home, please accept it."
"Please convey my gratitude to Director Malfoy." The gift box contains drinks and snacks. The strangulation has already smelled the smell. Su Ming did not stand up, but just waved his hand casually: "You can ask me if you have any problems at school, provided that If Professor Snape can't solve it either."
Draco smiled and nodded: "Thank you Professor, then I will leave first, Professor, classmate."
He gestured back to both of them gracefully, stepped back out of the box, and closed the door by the way, looking very graceful.
Su Ming touched her chin, watching Hermione staring at the gift with some curiosity, and asked her to open it.
Draco's attitude is a bit strange. Logically speaking, whether he is a professor or a student, he should look down on non-pure blood at this stage.
If he came to the coach to give gifts one by one, it could be said that it was his father's intention, but his own performance just now seemed to be very sincere. Children of this age basically have no acting skills, at least no acting skills that can hide the death knell.
As expected, Old Deng told Snape something. After the encounter in Diagon Alley that day, Snape told Draco that there was a new professor who was very strong.
I did not show combat power or cosmic energy, but the magic immunity alone might make Dumbledore feel a little guilty, so that I have to discuss it with Snape?
It shouldn't be a big problem. Draco will still go to meet Harry, so let them play with little boys.
Look at Hermione again, she is already like a squirrel, eating the little biscuits in the gift bag.
