Chapter 11 What happened to you, my great Gryffindor?

Practice, practice thousands of times?

Hermione stared at Andy sitting opposite her. Could this little kid be bragging?

But when she thought of the levitation spell Andy had cast before, Hermione couldn't help but feel discouraged. Compared with the little wizards in the magical world, the gap between the new self and the young wizards is really huge.

This cannot continue. I must work harder to memorize all the books in the library.

Hermione cheered secretly.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Andy was a little confused as he watched the brown-haired girl in front of him keep changing his expression.

What's going on here?

Do you want to get involved with me?

Andy does feel that his magic level is a bit inadequate. After all, this semester's BOSS, Quirrell, is an adult wizard. Even if his mind is not clear, his strength will never be too low.

Although Andy has no idea of ​​guarding the Magic Stone and breaking through levels to defeat the BOSS, it is always good to have more strength to protect himself.

"nothing."

Hermione shook her head, and then asked curiously: "By the way, have you always lived in the magical world?"

"yes!"

Andy explained: "My family lives in the village of Saint Catchpole, which is a village where wizards and Muggles live together."

Andy briefly introduced the layout of the village, and then asked: "What about you?"

"My parents are both dentists, and our family lives in the suburbs of London. Oh, do you know where London is?" Hermione said very quickly.

"Know!"

Andy nodded, "A few years ago our family traveled to London, and the Ministry of Magic was also in London."

Hermione quickly said: "I know the Ministry of Magic. I have read it in books. The Ministry of Magic was founded in 1707. Its predecessor was the Wizards' Council. The Ministry of Magic participated in and formulated the "Secrecy Law" of the International Federation of Wizards. And it’s still implemented today.”

All right!

Andy believed that the brown-haired girl in front of him had indeed memorized a lot of books, and she seemed eager to prove herself. Every time she spoke, she spoke very quickly, and she started by saying, "I saw it in a book," and then quickly And accurately tell the answer to the question.

After a brief chat with Hermione about the differences between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, Hermione took out a book from her backpack as the train was about to leave, "I'm going to read a book, what about you?"

"I want to squint for a while, I got up too early this morning." Andy said lazily.

Hermione put the book on the small table and looked at Andy seriously with a small face, "I advise you to memorize all the textbooks again. When we get to Hogwarts, the sorting ceremony will be held. ."

"Maybe they will test our spellcasting skills, or conduct a written test." Hermione guessed.

"correct!"

Hermione continued to ask: "Do you know how Hogwarts is sorted?"

Of course, the Sorting Hat has the final say.

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"have no idea!"

Andy shook his head, "But don't worry, no one has ever died during the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts. And traumatic injuries such as fractures and body separation can be treated quickly with magic."

"It heals in one night."

Hermione: "..."

Hermione lowered her head to read, but found that she could no longer read.

"Is the Sorting Ceremony really dangerous?"

Hermione was a little disbelieving and worried, and glared: "Has your family never told you how Hogwarts is sorted?"

"No, this is an annual reserved item."

Andy leaned against the wall of the carriage and said with a smile on his face: "But don't worry too much, your level is an excellent student at Hogwarts."

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Andy couldn't help but think of Ron.

That's really a scumbag.

Andy and Ron met a few times before school started, but it turned out that this guy didn't even open the textbook, let alone practicing magic.

Hermione glared at Andy, she didn't believe this.

She had discovered Andy when she was on the platform before, and had also seen the floating spell Andy used.

She followed here because she wanted to know more about the magical world.

However, judging from the information currently available, any child in the magical world seems to be much better than her.

Practice each type of magic a thousand times!

God, I have to work harder.

Thinking of this, Hermione opened the book and forced herself to read the contents.

Wow!

Just before the train was about to leave, the door of the carriage was opened again.

"Hello, can I sit in? There are no other seats." The round-faced boy said stammering.

"Of course!" Hermione raised her head and glanced at the round-faced boy, then lowered her head and continued reading.

The round-faced boy looked at Andy who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, hesitated, and sat next to Andy.

Andy opened his eyes and nodded as a greeting.

"Why did you get in the car so late?" Andy asked curiously.

When Andy first arrived at the platform, he saw this round-faced boy, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance.

The reason why Andy can remember it is because the round-faced boy kept a toad as a pet.

Simply powerful!

Doesn't he feel disgusted?

"I, my memory is not very good. My grandma talked to me a lot..."

At this point, the round-faced boy was stunned, "It's over, I've forgotten what my grandma told me!"

Andy: "..."

Hermione: "..."

"My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, what's yours?" Hermione greeted first.

"Neville, Neville Longbottom!" Neville's whole body trembled, and his tone seemed extremely nervous.

Is this because you were locked up stupidly by your family?

Andy said: "My name is Andy Collins, you can call me Andy."

"H-Hello, Andy." Neville said quickly.

After the three of them greeted each other, Hermione continued to read, and Andy continued to take a nap with his eyes closed. Only Neville looked particularly embarrassed. He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

Wuwuwu——

The train started moving slowly, and Andy opened his eyes and looked at the receding scenery outside the window.

Hogwarts, here I come.

When Andy opened his eyes, Neville was like a drowning man suddenly saved, and he spoke like he was yelling, "Andy, which college do you want to go to?"

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and Neville's face turned red.

One sentence seemed to have exhausted his courage.

"Ravenclaw! Or Hufflepuff or Slytherin, whatever, as long as you're not Gryffindor." Andy was lazy and his tone was very casual.

Hermione glared at this, and Neville seemed a little unhappy too.

What's wrong with you, my great Gryffindor?

Entering Gryffindor was Neville's dream.

His parents both graduated from Gryffindor, and his grandmother even told him that if he couldn't get into Gryffindor, he didn't have to go home.

Forget about Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, how dare you rank Slytherin ahead of Gryffindor.

Where is my sword?