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"This is difficult. Children don't understand what true courage is yet, which is fundamentally different from recklessness."

This still requires parental supervision.

At the very least, we need to improve the grades.

Summer vacation shouldn't be all about playing; daily supervision is also necessary.

Once your studies are neglected, it's very difficult to pick them up again.

In the East, even on holidays, we wouldn't be so idle.

Everyone sets aside time to study; the homework alone during winter and summer vacations is measured in pounds.

"My method is for you to write to the professors at Hogwarts and ask them to provide a rigorous assignment."

Ideally, you should aim for four hours of study time each day.

Mrs. Weasley nodded and said, "That's a good idea. But is it really a good idea?"

I want to give Ron a happy childhood.

Lin Bei shook his head and said, "Madam, you don't want your son to have to do a disreputable job in the future, and end up unable to support himself, and have to live with you, right?"

"In addition, two hours of study time a day is really very little."

Two hours a day, and you'll go straight to the Ministry of Magic when you grow up. Think about it.

Mrs. Weasley immediately made up her mind, "We'll do as you say."

Then, somewhat embarrassed, she said, "I really don't know how to thank you. Why don't you stay for a meal?"

"I can't accept this. But~"

"I do have a small favor to ask; could I borrow your owl to deliver a message to Hogwarts?"

"Of course, I would also like to write to the professors at Hogwarts."

Chapter 193

Under Mrs. Weasley's enthusiastic persuasion.

Lin Bei had no choice but to agree to stay in the humble abode temporarily.

Watching the elderly owl, which had served two generations of the Weasley family, begin to fly towards Hogwarts.

Watching the owl's figure gradually disappear.

Lin Bei couldn't help but wonder if this round-faced, chubby chicken might die on the way.

This place isn't far from Hogwarts.

And they also had to deliver letters to those professors.

Aside from a few professors who live at Hogwarts, most professors have their own homes.

This back and forth will surely take half the life of this round-faced, chubby chicken.

After the letter was mailed.

Mrs. Weasley then began preparing for the evening's reception dinner.

This is only slightly less than a Christmas dinner with a few fewer dishes.

For the Weasley children, this was undoubtedly a feast.

Lin Bei was also curious, having heard that this place, along with a certain Hangzhou, was a legendary food desert.

Of course, you can eat home-cooked meals.

Lin Bei also wanted to try something different and see what kind of food wizards ate.

However, there are still about four hours until dinner time.

They eat quite late.

With nothing else to do, Lin Bei looked around the residence.

It's crooked and uneven, like a set of building blocks that's been stacked crookedly.

The space is also relatively small, and the casting of the crucial Unseen Stretch Charm requires permission from the Ministry of Magic.

Dai Ying's officials, huh?

The process could take ten or twenty years to complete.

Lin Bei felt absolutely no negative feelings towards the Weasleys.

Aside from a slight feeling of displeasure that Ron, such a loser, was able to marry our know-it-all, Miss Know-It-All, when I was younger.

If Lin Bei's age had been lowered when he first transmigrated, he would indeed have had some thoughts about it.

However, now that we've moved beyond the common mindset of time travelers, we've moved beyond that initial perception.

Unless they are absolutely stunning, the rest are just pretty skeletons.

Just as Lin Bei was looking at the building, wanting to give the Weasleys a small reward...

Ron had already told his brothers and sisters that guests were coming to his house.

Fred and George rushed down the stairs first, while Ron and Ginny watched from the top of the stairs.

Percy, who was busy with his studies, only came down briefly to exchange a few pleasantries with Lin Bei before hurrying back to his room to study.

It seems the wizarding level exams have really put this young man through the wringer.

No wonder this young man was able to become the president of the Hogwarts Student Council, pass all 12 Wizarding Level exams, and later enter the Ministry of Magic as an assistant minister.

I wonder what his father, Arthur, would call him if they met at work after he took on this position.

However, as a member of the Lion family of Gryffindor.

Percy's younger brothers were always annoyed by their older brother, Percy, thinking he was too conventional and not at all like a typical adult.

Fred and George glanced at Lin Bei curiously.

He said enthusiastically.

"Hello, my name is Fred, and this is George."

"Are you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that Dumbledore is planning to invite?"

No, no, no, this guy is lying to you.

I am George, he is Fred.

It's a pleasure to meet you, our new professor.

“Uh…” Lin Bei said helplessly, “Sorry, I’m not the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts that you’re talking about.”

Actually, it was Dumbledore who contacted me; he wanted to talk to me.

However, I made a mistake with one of my teleportation spells, that's all.

Lin Bei looked at the two somewhat boisterous twins in front of him, making it difficult to tell them apart.

However, in the original story, George was given one ear, which made it easier for everyone to distinguish between the two twins.

“So, you are George, and you are Fred,” Lin Bei said deliberately.

The two twins exchanged a glance, a sense of satisfaction at having successfully pulled off a prank.

"Yeah."

“Yes, I am Fred. He is George.”

"By the way, what kind of magic spells do you know?"

I've heard that the professors who teach Defense Against the Dark Arts are all top-notch in real combat.

I remember our professor when we first enrolled; he was really good at dealing with those dangerous magical creatures.

Fred also said regretfully, "Yes, that professor taught us a lot of special spells to deal with those dangerous creatures, and they were quite interesting."

Unfortunately, during the preparation of teaching materials for a final practical class, I was ambushed by the red hat.

George also said sadly, "He was already dead when Hagrid found him."

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow. He was fairly convinced of the curse mentioned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Once might be a coincidence, twice might be worth considering buying a lottery ticket, but three times is no longer a coincidence.

Magic doesn't follow science.

Even in The Witcher, there exists a magical effect called the Law of Unexpectedness.

The probability of Tom's casual, frustrated remark turning into a curse is not low.

Besides, our noseless Tom is the Dark Lord, a master of dark magic. Who knows if he might use some strange magic to curse that spot?

"To be honest, I don't really care about the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Seeing that Lin Bei still said that, Fred and George were somewhat helpless.

Then the topic was changed.

Fred said, "Alright then. But may I ask you some questions about magic?"

For Dumbledore to invite you to speak with him, you must also be a powerful wizard.

Right! "

Lin Bei glanced at Jerry beside him, who seemed to have become a tool, and continued drinking his tea.

He seemed oblivious to the gaze directed at him by Lin Bei.

Lloyd Jerry: What are you looking at me for! I don't have any magic.

Lin Bei: Just drink it! What will you do when you're feeling suffocated later?

Lin Bei glanced at the two twins.

They also realized what the two clever little guys were planning.

I just wanted to confirm my identity so that my mother wouldn't be scammed.

"certainly···"