Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Hardy's History of Killing "People"
Half an hour passed, and only nine new members successfully entered the lobby, and the rest were all trapped in the maze-like corridors.

"Well, it seems that this year's newcomers don't have a good sense of direction." A haughty British gentleman said lightly, shaking his red wine glass.

"Still too young-"

A playboy shook his hand helplessly, and Hardy could smell the strong perfume on his body from a long distance away.

Like a wild unicorn in heat, hormones emanating from every pore.

"Guys," Grant said, raising his wand, darkening the ceiling of the Great Hall and casting a bright beam of light on him.

He walked slowly towards the resplendent stage, "Let other new friends slowly explore, we should enter today's theme."

"After five years, we have welcomed a total of fifteen new members, which is the most ever, although six of them are not very punctual."

In the hall, there was a burst of contemptuous laughter.

Standing in the dark, Hardy finally understood why Dumbledore refused to join the organization.

Too realistic and snobbish, with an obvious hierarchy.

In front of this group of old guys who have studied alchemy for decades, any new face is the object of contempt and ridicule.

In their bones, they naturally have a sense of pride and superiority.

In fact, these people were indeed inherited from the Muggle nobles in British history.

"Next, let me introduce each new member's achievements in alchemy."

Grant took out a thumb-length sheepskin roll from his suit, shook it a few times, and rolled it out seven or eight meters away.

"First of all, there is an infinitely charming lady, Shea Huntington. She is very familiar with medical alchemy products, and many of her achievements have been widely used in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital for Injuries and Sickness."

"It is worth mentioning that her individual products have helped some officials of the Ministry of Magic to solve some of their own unspeakable secrets."

Grant led the applause and welcomed a sexy girl next to Hardy.

"Then, there is Mr. Arrow Redmond. He doesn't have many alchemy products, but in five years, he has published 98 core journals and 153 general journals. He is very insightful in theory."

Some people cast interested glances at the short old man in the corner.

"And then, let me see, oh, it's her, another amazing lady..."

Grant introduced the basic situation of the fifteen new members without haste, and he was always willing to say a few more words to those present.

As for those new members who lost their way, he often used key words such as "male", "is a lady", "how many years to live" and so on.

"at last--"

Grant's expression became serious, and the banter on his face was swept away, "Hardy Ollivander, our youngest member."

Many old members began to look at Hardy with scrutiny.

Some of them have more or less used wands made by Garrick Ollivander, and have a slight impression of the surname Ollivander.

"My dear friends, you must be interested in Ollivander's achievements in alchemy."

With a playful smile on his face, Grant deliberately paused for a moment until there were urging voices from the audience.

"He is a student of Dumbledore and a professor of alchemy at Hogwarts," he said, "but that's not the most important thing. Two years ago today, he did a remarkable thing."

"Grant, if you continue to be so slow, I'll consider supporting someone else when the next president is running for office!" a man with a moustache complained.

On stage, Grant took off his hat apologetically, then put it back on.

"Mr. Ollivander, created an astonishing record of erasing three French villages and accumulating 520 nine people with a single alchemy product!"

In an instant, the entire hall fell into dead silence.

In the darkness, it seemed that someone was sucking in air, making intermittent "hissing" sounds.

The few people who were closer to Hardy immediately backed away with fearful expressions.

Only a few oldest old members were staring at the young people under the strong light with interest.

"Mr. Ollivander, am I right?" Grant raised his wand and immediately set the parchment in front of him on fire.

Under the strong light, Hardy at this moment seemed to be the focus of sight in the entire hall.

Everyone's eyes were full of undisguised shock.

A 21-year-old young man, with only one alchemy product, killed three villages, a total of 520 nine people?
A lady with blond curly hair kept stepping back, the red wine glass in her hand slammed and smashed to pieces on the ground.

"Very accurate information, Mr. Grant." Hardy drank the whiskey in his hand. "To be honest, even I don't remember how many people were killed that day."

"Murderer! How can a murderer join us?!" A woman screamed tremblingly.

Hardy's silver-white eyes looked at each other calmly, "I must declare, ma'am, although I did kill quite a few, I don't think that the people in those three French villages were people we understand, or Muggles."

"It seems that Mr. Ollivander has a wonderful story to share with us!" Grant raised his arms high.

"It's nothing exciting, but it's just passing through a few weird villages during the journey."

Hardy said: "The Muggles there seem to have died of a different kind of infectious disease, which allowed them to keep their limbs moving even after they had no vital signs."

"The living dead?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"It can be understood that there are similar plot descriptions in many Muggle science fiction novels." He said, "Out of the need for travel, I quickly cleaned up these unclean things."

"Just you? Just rely on an alchemy product?" The lady who broke the wine glass earlier covered her mouth.

"Let me think about it, yes, it's actually very fast," Hardy smiled, "It's only a dozen seconds before and after."

Grant on the stage jumped down, and he quickly walked up to Hardy, "Can you show us that alchemy product?"

Hearing this, many people cast their eyes curiously, and even the well-informed Okshizogrui turned his head sideways at this moment.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint everyone," Hardy spread his hands, "The alchemy product was quite rough, and it was completely destroyed in the rotten land of the three French villages."

One after another regretful sighs sounded in the darkness one after another.

After introducing all the new members, Grant clapped his hands, and the whole hall became resplendent again. The melodious music played, which gradually relieved the tense nerves of many people.

Groups of members gathered in a circle and began to discuss topics of interest to each other.

This is a regular link after each orientation event, where members who are rarely gathered together talk about their novel theories and research results in the past five years.

Several slender ladies surrounded Hardy, hoping to find out more stories about the three French villages, but Hardy politely refused.

Then they started talking about the new luxury hotels in London, commenting on the decor and the bedding, but not a word about alchemy.

Hadidon was bored and walked away silently, just in time to see Okshizogrui waving at him from afar.

"Look over there, there are gold products of the Three-Eyed Raven that you are interested in!"

Following the direction of the other's finger, a fat man is showing the gold products in his hand to others.

(End of this chapter)