Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Roger really fulfilled his promise and made Marcus unable to get out of bed for half a month.

If Marcus couldn't stand it anymore in the end and had someone send Roger a message begging for mercy and promising not to maliciously collide with each other when playing in the future, he might have stayed in the school hospital until Christmas.

Although he was very curious about how he did it, Robert felt his scalp numb every time he saw Roger's meaningful smile.

I think it's a curse, not a black magic spell, but the kind that doesn't make you feel better.

Speaking of which, many joke products are of this type, except that most of them are disposable.

Damn it!

Robert took a breath, the wizarding world is so dangerous!

If you think about it this way, even if it is just the lowest-level joke product, people will die if used too much at one time!

Thinking of this, Robert couldn't help but look solemn. Why did he survive to the third grade safely?

Sure enough, so far, although the Slytherin guys have unpleasant personalities, they still have a bottom line.

Thank you classmates for not killing me!

Several days have passed since the date, and in the blink of an eye, Halloween has quietly arrived.

"Ah, Halloween is the best holiday of the year." Robert sniffed the unique scent of pumpkin in the air with satisfaction. He didn't know what the house elves did in the morning. Pumpkin pie couldn't be better.

The roommates laughed good-naturedly.

"You really like pumpkins, Robert." Cedric patted him on the shoulder.

"Well, how should I put it?" Robert pinched his chin, "Because it's really delicious. It can be used as both a dessert and a staple food. Pumpkin is indeed the best!"

Everyone came to the auditorium while talking.

Unfortunately, there was no pumpkin pie in the morning, but there was something else.

"Sesame ball?" Robert was stunned. This must be a sesame ball! It is round and round, with a layer of sesame seeds on the outside. After being fried, the entire volume has become larger.

But it's not big to begin with, even if it's fried it's only half the size of a ping pong ball.

Well, although he knew that the country had fried fish and potato chips, and because the junior high school English teacher in his previous life swore that this was the only delicacy in the country, which caused Robert to lose his temper when facing the real delicacy of the country - Wellington sardine steak, this This was the first time he saw people from Fu country eating sesame balls.

Isn’t food made from glutinous rice a specialty of Asia?

Stebbins next to him took one bite at a time and enjoyed eating.

Robert threw a ball into his mouth, and it clicked. The sesame ball mixed with pumpkin was sweet and tasted surprisingly good.

I don’t know how long the house elves spent experimenting on it.

"By the way..." Cedric hesitated. He looked at his roommates and asked, "Do you have any news about the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

"What do you mean?" Summers stirred the pumpkin paste in the bowl, completely uninterested.

He still prefers oatmeal.

Cedric frowned, his tone full of confusion, "I seemed to see the first-year students training with them."

"Isn't that normal?" Stebbins said vaguely with his mouth full of sesame seeds, "Aren't you also training with the first-year students?"

"Of course it's different." Cedric pouted, "Even though I'm already in third grade, if they don't let me play, they will never call me during tactical drills."

Summers looked at him in surprise, "So, you mean, there is a first-year student in Gryffindor who conducted tactical drills with the Quidditch team?"

Cedric nodded, confused.

"There's nothing surprising about this." Robert wiped his mouth. He was already full and started chatting with his companions. "Gryffindor has not had any talented seekers in recent years, not even substitutes. .Since Charlie graduated, their Seeker has been vacant. In that case, why not find it from the first-year students?"

"...I thought you had no interest in Quidditch at all." Cedric said in shock, "It seems you know a lot about it."

Robert sighed, "I can't help it. Although I don't like Quidditch very much, my friends do like it very much. I get a lot of information every time I chat. It's really distressing."

He sighed as if he had really learned a lot of secrets.

Cedric rolled his eyes, "That's just because if you don't ask, you won't tell the secret. People will subconsciously feel relaxed and tell the secret in front of you."

"Who said that?" Robert gave him a dead eye, "I am very willing to share some secrets with others, but do you think you can afford the consequences of knowing the secrets?"

Cedric turned his head, "The devil wants to know your secrets, it scares people half to death every time."

Ever since "Robert's discussion of the secrets behind the cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts" began circulating in the school, the frightened little wizards subconsciously did not want to hear the secret from Robert.

I always feel like I will be scared to death again.

Robert was puzzled.

Guys, what about your curiosity? I have a shocking secret like Professor Quirrell has a face on the back of his head. Why don't you come and ask me?

Stebbins, who was still trying to put the sesame ball in his stomach, burped and looked confused.

"Stebbins, don't eat any more." Robert patted his shoulder. "Glutinous rice is not easy to digest. We have to go to class soon. I don't want to see you vomit it out in the middle of eating."

Mr. Honey Badger burped, "Hiccup, you're too late. Hiccup, this is so delicious. I wish I could eat it every day."

Silently hand over the hawthorn cake and let this guy solve the problem of overeating.

Summers finally gave up fighting the pumpkin paste, closed his eyes, and finished the bowl of paste. Then he lay on the table with a pale face, his eyes were dull, and he felt like he was about to go bad.

Robert was amazed.

Mr. Summers, who aspires to be a bridge between Muggles and wizards, seems to have encountered the biggest enemy in his life - pumpkin paste.

"Speaking of which, is it really okay to let first-year students participate in Quidditch matches?" Cedric seemed a little worried, "It would be dangerous and hard."

Robert smashed his mouth, even though he might get beaten, he still wanted to say, isn't it just chasing a ball...

It doesn’t feel that difficult.

Sure enough, snowball fights are more suitable for him. Although he doesn't know why, the last melee made his proficiency in many magic spells increase.

It may be that the senior students in Slytherin worked hard on Charms during the summer vacation, which improved their level.

Just like when playing a game, if a low-level player challenges a high-level player, there will be an experience bonus after success. However, if a high-level player defeats a low-level player, there will be no bonus. On the contrary, there will be an experience penalty.