A bizarre adventure at Hogwarts

“Kid… Can you tell me how you know about Hogwarts? Professor McGonagall’s face was not gentle at the moment, and there was already a trend towards the middle-aged strict teaching director.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mrs. Weasley hurriedly rounded Joshua, “Eh… Don’t be so serious, Minerva, look at you scared the child…”

“That… I don’t have that stuff… When I was only seven or eight years old…” Joshua forcibly calmed down, pinching his thigh with his hand under the table, letting the pain focus his attention.

“I followed my parents on a trip to a foreign country… On the way, I met an old man with a white beard, and he didn’t know why he saw me the same, saying that I was gifted and skeletal… It was a cultivation wizard who was one of the best, so he gave me a little magical enlightenment and let me know the existence of the wizarding world…”

“It’s a pity that he came and went in a hurry… Just told me that if I want to continue to refine magic, I have to go to a regular magic school… He asked me to come to platform nine and three-quarters on this day of the year, and I came as promised… But… I didn’t know that Hogwarts textbooks were bought by students themselves! I knew I would have asked him a few more words…”

Although Mr. Shi Chen died a tragic death, his words were quite useful. Always be elegant and unhurried. That’s why Joshua was able to calm down under Professor McGonagall’s substance-like scrutiny…. Lie.

“Oh? No invitation letter delivered to your home? An old bearded gentleman told you about the wizarding world? Is it convenient to tell me about his appearance? Professor McGonagall frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

“Yes! If Professor McGonagall knew about him, I would like to ask you to thank him for helping me… I don’t remember exactly what he looked like now, I just remember that his name was Gandalf…” Joshua launched the Tosaka family training again, forcibly turning himself into a poker face.

If you can find it, there will be a ghost… Although Joshua has never seen the Lord of the Rings in his past and present lives, this does not mean that he cannot pull the tiger skin and pull the flag.

“Gandalf… Gandalf…” Professor McGonagall narrowed her glasses, searching her memory for such a white-bearded old man. “Alright… Since you were introduced by someone, forget it… I will arrange to check the notice, even if this matter is over, everyone should not mention it again. ”

Mr. Arthur is also an old churro who has been in the Ministry of Magic for many years, so naturally he knows what it means to buy Professor McGonagall, and hurriedly beckons everyone to eat, as if he is a treat.

Old Tom was still quite good at doing things after receiving the money, enough to serve a table of dishes, a large pot full of cream stew was placed in the center of the table, and there was a bunch of strange dishes on the side, and Joshua, a fake ying countryman who only ate his own cooking all year round, also recognized only one ying national dish, the so-called fishandchps (fish and french fries).

Everyone picked up knives and forks and took only the food they needed. Although the taste of these dishes is okay, and the frequency of knives and forks clashing on the dinner plate is also proof that everyone’s appetite is good, the atmosphere is unusually awkward, which is a little out of place with the noisy scene in the bar.

Fortunately, everyone can detect this strange atmosphere, and the speed of eating has unconsciously become a lot faster, and the dishes on the table have been cleaned up in a few clicks.

It’s just that Ginny still seems to be a little dissatisfied, burps slightly, and wants to do something about the remaining piece of pudding on her plate, but the movement is seen by her mother next to her, grabbing her small palm that she wants to move, and her eyes warn her not to act rashly.

Ginny couldn’t resist, so she timidly withdrew her hand and watched as the waiter took away the plates on the table one by one.

“So… Now that there’s nothing going on,” Professor McGonagall wiped her mouth with a napkin, which was the grace of the Eight Classics, much better than Joshua’s gobbling up.

“Mr. Joshua Joestar?”

Professor McGonagall asked, and Joshua nodded quickly, pretending to be a good baby.

“Let’s go to Hogwarts now.”