Chapter 1621

The journey by train was nothing to be said about. With Su Ming there, he directly led Hermione into the professor's box without giving her the chance to contact Harry and them.

The little girl was a little curious about what the boy was like. When she got on the bus just now, she heard someone exclaimed that she had seen porter. It was like meeting a superstar.

But Su Ming told her the truth directly. Maybe we can learn the ancient magic spell of love in Lu en Fu literature.

The blood and love of relatives protect Harry Potter. It's not that he has any immortality ability, but Voldemort is careless.

If it was not for the sake of saving time that he had to use the death curse on a helpless baby, but instead reached out to slowly strangle the child, Harry would have been cold.

It was a secret, and the professor told her to keep it secret, and then from the cart passing by, he bought her new Chocolate Frogs and bibido beans.

Satisfied with the answer that no one else knew, Miss Granger continued to hold her cat and look out the window into the green field. The little interest that Harry Potter had just mentioned disappeared in an instant.

As for the professor's saying that there will be an opportunity for Odin to teach himself the words of Luen in the future... Hermione just politely smiles, thinking that the professor is sick again.

There are magic, but gods... No?

After a few days of contact, little Hermione felt that Professor Wilson was good at everything, that is, from time to time, his brain would be abnormal and he would say words that were incomprehensible or meaningless. Maybe most mages are like this.

"Excuse me, have any of you seen my toad?"

At this time, a small fat Dun suddenly opened the door and looked very reckless. As a result, he stood in the same place and couldn't move after seeing the professor in the box.

Hermione kindly drew him close to the box: "my name is Hermione Granger, and this is Professor Wilson. What's your name?"

"Raffle, no, no, my name is Neville lombarton, and raffle is my Toad's name." Little Pang Dun was obviously afraid. His grandmother warned him before school that if any professor complained to her, she would send Neville a roaring letter.

Hermione gave Neville some of her snacks and asked him to sit down next to him. Then she looked at the professor eagerly: "teacher, let's help him."

The professor, who was drinking in the daytime, wiped his mouth: "how are you going to help?"

"Take him to every car for a turn?" Hermione felt that Neville was stuttering and that it was difficult to communicate with others. She wanted to help.

Su Ming shook his head, reached out and drew out his golden wand: "that's what ordinary people do. Hermione, as a wizard, of course, you have to use the wizard's method to remember my mantra clearly. Raffle flies here!"

That is to say, the mantra pronunciation is right, but actually responsible for looking for the toad is strangulation, which bursts out countless transparent tentacles thinner than cow hair, and spreads out along the ground and ceiling in an instant, looking for toads with little fat smell.

The Hogwarts Express is no more than 300 meters long, while the first-year freshman's carriage is even less. It soon found a toad in Neville's trunk. Apparently, Neville's grandmother put the frog in the trunk in order not to let him lose it.

Just like the movie special effects Davia, the strangled transparent tentacles carry the toad along the ceiling back to the host's box, throwing the sticky pet into Neville's arms.

Then Professor Wilson put away his wand, as if he had done a little thing: "your grandmother put it in the trunk. She should have told you about it, but you forgot."

Neville began to pat his head and pull his hair, looking very upset.

"I always forget things, my grandmother gave me a memory ball, when it lights up..." the little boy took out a small ball from his robe. At this time, there were red silk flocs in the crystal, which made Neville's face even more bitter: "it means that I have forgotten something again."

Hermione covered her mouth and began to laugh. She thought it was very interesting, but she soon realized that it was wrong to laugh at other people's misfortunes and forced herself to go back.

"It doesn't matter, Neville. Just relax." Su Ming continued to pick up the wine bottle on the small table: "you just forgot the mantra I taught you. It doesn't matter. Professor frivy will teach you again in class after the beginning of school."

Neville calmed down. He stood up with the toad in his arms. "I have to go. I'll go back while I remember where my box is. Thank you, Professor, and Hermione."

He bowed abruptly, his hood behind his robe was all over his head, and he went out.

Miss Granger was very happy to be able to help her classmates. She wrote down the incantation and even practiced with the cork on the table.

She succeeded at one time, and the cork flew straight into her hand. Her talent for spell learning was amazing.

she put back the cork with satisfaction, raised her chin like a swan waiting for the professor's praise, but Su Ming poured cold water on it:

"this is just the beginning. The casting range of the flying charm is the most need to practice. When you can summon things from your hometown in Manchester at Hogwarts, it will be a graduation."Hermione cocked her head. "Where is Hogwarts?"

"Somewhere in Scotland, the exact location can't be depicted on any map because of ancient magic, but I watch the stars at night and the castle is at least 300 miles away from your home." The professor winked at her.

The little girl rolled her eyes, picked up the cat around her and leaned back to the back of the sofa to rest.

Bad teacher, just know to tease her, who can use more than 300 miles flying curse ah?!

And then there was a knock at the door. It was a boy's voice: "Hello, can I come in?"

"Come in, please." Su Ming probably guessed who it was.

It was the eldest young master of Malfoy's family. He was still holding a gift in his hand. When he came in, he put it on the table and bowed to Su Ming gracefully.

"Hello, Professor Wilson. I'm Draco Malfoy. This is a little gift from home. Please accept it."

"Please convey my thanks to the Malfoy director." There were drinks and snacks in the gift box. The strangulation had smelled. Su Ming did not stand up, but waved his hand casually: "if you have any problems in school, you can ask me if you have any problems, if you can't solve them by Professor Snape."

Draco nodded with a smile. "Thank you, professor. I'll leave first, Professor, classmate."

After he gracefully motioned to both of them, he retreated out of the box and closed the door by the way.

Su Ming touches her chin and looks at Hermione's expression of curiously staring at the gift and asks her to open it.

Draco's attitude is a little strange. According to the law, whether he is a professor or a student, he should look down on the non pure blood people at this stage.

If he came to teach the carriage to give gifts one by one, it could be said that his father meant it. However, his performance just now seemed to be very sincere. Children of this age group basically have no acting skills, at least they have not been able to hide from the death knell.

Sure enough, it was old Deng who said something to Snape. After meeting in Diagon Alley that day, Snape told Draco that there was a new professor who was very strong and so on.

He did not show combat effectiveness or cosmic energy, but I'm afraid Dumbledore felt guilty about magic immunity alone, so that he had to discuss with Snape?

It shouldn't be a big problem. Draco will still go and fight Harry. Let them boys play.

Look at Hermione. She's like a squirrel. She's eating the cookies in the gift bag.

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