The days at Hogwarts

He had a look on his face that didn’t make you understand, “You’re a wizard, you don’t know that Muggle shops rarely stay open late at night, you can’t buy candy now.”

"In fact, I know more about Muggles than you think."

Dumbledore boasted, "I have a scar on my knee in the shape of a London Underground map."

Loren didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.

what?

A subway map engraved on your knee?

There were so many flaws in this matter that he didn't know where to start.

Loren looked at Dumbledore like he was an idiot.

Say you don't understand Muggles.

You also come into contact with something as modern and industrial as the subway.

Say you understand Muggles.

You have the London Underground map carved into your knee.

Doesn't every station have this?

Loren felt that something like the subway might also be very shocking to wizards.

He thought about it and asked, "Is there any story behind this?"

"No story, I just wanted to point out that I know Muggles very well." Dumbledore winked mischievously, "So I know where to buy sweets late at night."

Their figures flickered in the darkness of the London night, disappearing on the street and appearing at the end of the street in the next moment. After walking a few steps outside, the figures began to flicker again.

One second, Loren saw the cricket field to his right, and the next second it was the medical school.

Loren once again marveled at the power of the old wizard Dumbledore. Disapparating over short distances was as easy as drinking water, and the wizard also took into consideration the physical sense of a passenger like him, so he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Dumbledore Express, good reviews.

"I feel like the way you look at me is not very polite." Dumbledore stopped on a street.

Loren was about to make a retort when he noticed the strange building in front of him and froze.

In front of it stands a peculiarly shaped building, with two pillars supporting a two-story curved arch structure, on which are carved and painted all kinds of strange and exotic animals in wood.

This is Chinatown.

Dumbledore took Loren to a small shop with a red lantern hanging at the door and light bulbs inside. He bought some crispy candies, milk candies, and small twisted dough sticks with syrup in authentic London English.

Loren was silent all the way, looking at this strange place, which was incompatible with the painting style of London. But it was this incompatible style that suddenly made him feel a strong and indescribable feeling.

Even after being brought out by Dumbledore, Loren was still immersed in the street scene for a long time.

"These people who came from the distant Eastern country always keep their shops open until late at night, even later at night." Dumbledore was crunching on a small dough twist in his mouth, and his teeth did not look like those of a man over a hundred years old.

Seeing that Loren was a little distracted and didn't even notice the twist he handed over, Dumbledore asked, "Are you okay?"

Loren came back to his senses and pretended to yawn, "I'm a little sleepy."

He picked up a piece of fried dough twist and chewed it, feeling a certain part of his heart being filled up bit by bit.

Dumbledore continued the previous topic, "What a hard-working group of people."

Loren looked back and saw that Chinatown was brighter at night than other places.

Yes, they are a really hardworking group of people.

With the unique feeling of long-distance Apparition and the tickling of the navel, Dumbledore and Loren returned to Hogwarts again. Because it was not Fawkes's teleportation, they still had to walk a distance.

There was no light in the wilderness, but the bright light fell gently and softly, and the footsteps made a rustling sound on the grass leaves. This road was not difficult to walk on.

Dumbledore was eating snacks and walking around leisurely. He obviously enjoyed this kind of night very much. The cool and quiet summer night made people unconsciously calm down and dissipate the emotions in their hearts.

Loren was preoccupied with something and couldn't wait any longer, so he ran to the dormitory and said, "Goodbye, Principal. I'm going back to sleep first."

After washing up as quickly as possible, Loren jumped onto the bed and threw himself onto it. Without even looking at the bed, he felt his way and touched the fantasy book under the pillow with his finger.

A flash of silver light passed by, and Loren's consciousness sank. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a bright library.

"Flamel!" Loren shouted at the top of his voice.

Flamel's elusive figure emerged from behind Loren, "You look excited."

"Is there a magic school in China?" Loren asked impatiently.

Chinatown brought back some of his deepest memories, and he kept thinking about this question on the way back.

Maybe after graduation I can go there and be a foreign teacher or something, and also learn some traditional magic.

Yu·Yugarium·Sword·Leviosa·Spell, it’s exciting just to think about it.

"Why are you asking that?" Flamel was very interested.

Loren tried his best to suppress the smile on his face and not look so excited. "Just, ask, ask."

Flamel looked at him suspiciously. "There is an ancient magic school on the high mountains in the east, but it has almost no contact with the outside world. There is another school called the "Magic Institute" that has recently applied to join the International Confederation of Wizards. But that doesn't mean there are only two schools. The situation here is very complicated."

Flamel was greatly pleased by Loren's interest and attentive listening.

He slowly spoke: "In the 16th century, Nico traveled to the East and met some Eastern wizards."

"There is no school like Hogwarts in the East. Their teaching model is more like that of traditional wizards. The teacher takes the apprentice, and the apprentice is taught whatever the teacher knows."

Loren listened and grinned again unconsciously.

Master, I am your disciple.

He thought of the drawbacks of the traditional master-apprentice relationship and asked worriedly, "Wouldn't this not be an incomplete development and a possible generational gap?"

"Not exactly. They don't have a school, but they have another model, divided into different factions." Flamel was a little entangled. "It's hard for me to explain to you what that model is, but their teaching quality is also very good."

Loren's smile grew wider.

I see.

Flamel stopped talking about the school and instead talked about the things that impressed him the most. "Unlike us, they handle the relationship with Muggles very well. There are no conflicts between pure-bloods, half-bloods, and Muggles."

Loren felt proud and proud in his heart.

"After entering the new era, the Eastern wizards and their governments seem to have reached a law similar to the Statute of Secrecy, just like us."

Loren thought this was right, "Muggles have their own civilization and paths to follow."

"What is Eastern magic like?" Loren asked immediately. Is it what he thought?

Spells correspond to enchantments.

Magical weapons correspond to alchemy.

Pills correspond to potions.

"Just like African magic is very different from ours, Eastern magic is also completely different from ours, where they use their fingers as wands," Flamel said.

"Hahahaha!" Loren couldn't help laughing when he heard the first sentence.

Those are the finger gestures and hand seals.

What does it mean to use your finger as a magic wand?

Flamel stopped talking and looked at Loren calmly.

Being stared at in this way, Loren's laughter gradually stopped, and finally stopped completely.

"There are some travel notes compiled by Nico in the library. You can go and read them yourself." After Flamel said this, he turned around and floated away.

In the distance, Loren heard faint mumblings.

"You don't even listen carefully when you ask people questions. What's so funny about that? You're just like those Orientals who laugh when they hear the finger wand."

"I haven't been studying very actively lately. Hogwarts is on holiday, but the fantasy books are not on holiday."

Loren looked straight ahead and pretended not to hear anything.

Recently, since Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease has been solved, he has much less time to study with Flamel.

What's wrong with that?

Why can’t fantasy books be put on during the summer vacation?

……

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

It was pitch black, with only a little moonlight coming in from the window. The creaking sound echoed in the room, and the noise made the silence even more obvious.

This is the sound of teeth crunching fried dough twists, and the sound of crispy candies. All oriental candies are so special.

Dumbledore was sleepless again, and he sat behind his desk, talking all the time.

Harry's experience and Loren's words jumped out of Dumbledore's mind when he was alone, and played it over and over again before his eyes. The Pensieve would not be clearer than this.

Dumbledore was actually a little confused, not only about Harry's family affection, but also about his reflection on himself.

With Tom's example in front of him and his own experience, he naturally thought that letting Harry feel the affection and love was the right way.

This consideration was also involved in sending Harry to live with his aunt and uncle, but he underestimated the complexity of human beings...

Chapter 123 Dumbledore entrusts the Grangers with their orphan

In the early morning, bright morning light illuminates a detached house in northwest London.

The three-story building in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city was not cheap, but the Grangers were both doctors and had their own dental practice, so it was not too difficult for them.

Hermione opened her eyes on the soft little bed, her long eyelashes fluttering, and the snow-white ceiling and sky blue walls came into view.

Isn't that the familiar curtains on the beds of Hogwarts students?

She was in a daze for a moment.

Beside the window sill is a small desk with snow-white paint, and a two-story low-leg bookshelf is placed in the corner.On the walls are scattered picture frames, some of which are her handicrafts.

The bright and fresh colors are completely different from the Hogwarts dormitories.

Hermione blinked, then realized belatedly that she was already on holiday.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger's voice came from downstairs with some pampering, "Get up and have breakfast."

"Got it!" Hermione lifted the small quilt with a white background and floral print, stuffed her feet into her slippers, opened the door and went downstairs.

Mr. Granger was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, his head completely covered by the Daily Mail in his hand.

"Good morning, Dad!" Hermione's voice was sticky and a little lazy, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Mr. Granger popped his head out from the side of the newspaper and said with a wink, "Who's about to start her summer vacation?"

Wendell Granger was not a serious father, even though he graduated from medical school. He was even a little imprecise, but he was always full of fun. Patients said that their teeth didn't hurt so much when they were with him.

Seeing such a funny father, Hermione couldn't help laughing, "Maybe it's Mr. Wendell Granger and Mrs. Monica Granger who closed the clinic for two weeks."

Mr. Granger put down the newspaper and smiled, "Isn't it because Miss Hermione Granger wants to camp in the Forest of Dean during the Christmas holidays?"

Hermione's smile became even happier. She hummed a broken melody as she went into the bathroom to wash and brush her teeth.

Unlike most people who eat breakfast before brushing their teeth, the Granger family always brushes their teeth first and then eats breakfast because both husband and wife are dentists.

During sleep, bacteria and food particles build up in the mouth and produce acid.

Soon, the family of three sat around the dining table, chatting and eating breakfast.

"What are our plans for today?" Mr. Granger asked, not even looking up, as he carefully spread cranberry jam on his bread.

Hermione tore the bread into pieces, put them into the glass of milk, and drank it like porridge.

Mrs. Granger saw such a strange way of eating for the first time. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "In the wizarding world, do wizards eat breakfast like this?"

Mrs. Monica Granger is a very outstanding woman, she is against tradition, always has a positive attitude towards new things. Even if her daughter is different from others, Monica feels very proud.

However, she was a little worried that Hermione would become the typical wizard in storybooks and TV dramas, with crazy behavior and strange clothing.

Hermione put down the cup, licked the milk on her lips with her pink little tongue, and was stunned when she heard the words.

There is no such custom in the wizarding world.

Loren always did this when she was in school. After trying it, she found that it really saved time and she developed a habit.

This way of eating is indeed a bit crude.