Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Ding dong..." The doorbell rang, and Cliff, who was sitting on the sofa enjoying the warmth of the fireplace, sat up with a start.

There is a faint aroma coming from the kitchen.

Robert was making pumpkin pie, and the sweet smell of pumpkin kept filling his nose, and he was almost starved to death.

Elsa covered her face and said with a smile, "Robert, pumpkin pie is a dessert, wouldn't it be good to eat it before a meal?"

"It doesn't matter..." Robert swallowed, "I think I will definitely suffer from pumpkin deficiency if I don't eat pumpkin!"

Elsa laughed loudly, "Dear, do you like pumpkin so much? Oh, my God, I didn't notice it before. Well, next time I cook, I will remember to make a pumpkin dish for you."

"Hmm." Robert retracted his attention and coughed to express his embarrassment, "Just steam the pumpkin."

Aisha couldn't help but hugged his cheek and kissed him, "I seem to hear the doorbell ringing. Is our guest coming?"

"It should be." Robert heard a "ding" sound from the oven, "The pumpkin pie is ready!"

Aisha helped him take out the pie and put it in the basket, "Take it out and eat it with your friends. They have a little girl at home who is two years younger than you."

Robert stared at the pumpkin pie, swallowed subconsciously, and asked absently, "Who are the guests?"

"They are Cliff's work partners. We are planning to develop into daily necessities, so we need things like toothpaste, toothbrushes, and dental floss. It just so happens that the Grangers have a dental clinic. Their products are of high quality and low price, so we This is how we got to know each other." Aisha said.

Robert was still thinking about pumpkins, but a familiar identity introduction came to his ears. This inexplicable feeling of familiarity...

Isn't it someone you know?

His hand subconsciously reached for the pie in the basket.

"Pah!" Elsa slapped his rebellious little hand away, "Eat with the new Miss Granger!"

Robert bared his teeth for a moment. It was a mistake. He should have eaten one secretly when it was freshly baked!

Carrying the basket, Robert came to the living room. At this time, Cliff was standing at the door to greet the guests.

"Clive, haha, my friend, welcome to my home." Cliff laughed, "Aisha and I are very happy that you can come. By the way, this is my son, Robert!"

As he said this, he grabbed the dazed Robert and said, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Granger, please say hello to them."

Robert's eyes lingered on the youngest girl for a moment, and then he smiled, "Hello, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, Miss Granger."

He shook hands with the three of them in turn, "I am Robert Leslie. I am very happy to have you three here."

"Leslie?" the girl asked doubtfully, "Why not White?"

Her mother pulled her, and Robert raised an eyebrow, "Don't you think this last name is interesting?"

The girl tilted her head and looked at him doubtfully.

Robert smiled and said, "It means Holly Garden!"

The girl nodded in understanding. Robert felt that at that moment, he seemed to have grasped something, but he did not fully understand it.

"Baby, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?" Mrs. Granger whispered in the girl's ear.

The girl looked at Robert and then at Cliff. Her little face was flushed and her brown eyes were very bright. "Hello, gentlemen, I am Hermione Granger. I am very happy to receive your email." Invitation to come as a guest.”

"Robert, oh my God, come and help!" Elsa's exclamation came from the kitchen. Robert said "I'm sorry" while handing the basket in his hand to Cliff and hurried back to the kitchen.

Seeing the scene in the kitchen, Robert was simply stunned, "Um, Aisha, how did you come up with the idea of ​​frying eggs in the kitchen?"

It's not just fried eggs. The entire kitchen wall and roof are covered with sticky egg liquid, and half-boiled eggs seem to be dripping down at any time.

"Um, I was thinking of heating the eggs in the microwave, so there's no need to boil them..." Aisha laughed dryly, "There's no need for a pot."

Robert covered his face, "Oh my god, Elsa, didn't you read the instructions? Eggs must not be heated in a microwave. Even if they are heated successfully, they may explode suddenly."

"Yes, is that so?" Aisha was startled.

"It is said that some of the patients admitted to the hospital's burn department every year are scalded because they heat eggs in a microwave oven." Robert reminded, "So, don't heat eggs in a microwave oven just to save trouble!"

Aisha laughed twice awkwardly, "Then what should we do now..."

Robert looked around the kitchen and luckily only the area where the microwave was affected was affected.

"It would be nice if I could use magic." Robert muttered in a low voice. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to beat up the guy who created Trace Silk!

Speaking of traces, this is a method that can monitor whether the little wizard has performed magic within a certain range. The "Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" clearly states that wizards and wizards under the age of seventeen who have traces on their bodies are prohibited from using magic outside of school.

But in fact, in actual operation, this thing can only restrain Muggle wizards, because it can only monitor the magic fluctuations around you and guess what magic was cast around you just now, but it cannot accurately measure the magic. Who is doing the magic.

For example, if a wizard happens to pass by your house and he subconsciously uses a fire-making spell to light a cigarette, then I'm sorry, the Ministry of Magic will definitely send you a warning letter, unless the guy from the Abuse of Magic Office drinks fragments. .

Although it has a legitimate reason to prevent minor wizards from injuring themselves when using magic, of course, we should also believe that the people who originally formulated this rule had good intentions.

But there is a period of explosive growth in magic power before adulthood.

Studies have shown that efficient spellcasting during this period can increase magic levels.

Therefore, the easiest way to improve your magic level, besides getting a good child, is to get to know a mixed-race wizard friend, so that you can go to his house during the holidays and use magic naturally.

However, if Robert really wanted to cast spells outside of school, he actually still had a choice, just fly to the flower country.

but now……

He could only wipe the kitchen with a rag.

"Hey, I'll do it, I'll do it!" Aisha quickly grabbed the rag, "Ahem, I'll leave it to you to cook the big dinner and so on! Robert. I'm actually pretty good at cleaning and stuff like that!"

No, you're not good at it!

Robert looked at his level 2 housework skills, but in the end he said nothing and silently ran to brush up on his cooking proficiency.

Maybe you can develop a cooking skill.

Who doesn’t have the dream of becoming a top chef? !

Robert comforted himself like this.