Hogwarts' new house

It was five o'clock in the morning. After staying up all night, Gu Zhen still didn't feel sleepy at all. He had slept in the crucible for a whole month, and his head hurt just thinking about sleeping.

After eating a meal of boiled cod, Guzhen suddenly felt that the rest of his life would be dark. The chef is a house elf born and raised in England. He is also the kind of house elf who was sealed a thousand years ago and has just been released. He can only cook British food from a thousand years ago.

It's simply magical

Have you ever seen cod boiled in boiled water, wrapped in salad and served to the table?

Salad is still sour

Toad is also very proud to claim that the salad is a recipe he and Foster brought back from the Mediterranean. It is not available in the whole of Europe, but you are still an Eastern frog. This thing can be eaten.

Gu Zhen's face turned dark, and the house elf shivered back into the kitchen as if he had made a huge mistake. After a while, he sent Gu Zhen three pieces of pie and mouse trap.

The toad was so happy to eat.

Did wizards from thousands of years ago eat just this?

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Nothing matters, Guzhen has made up his mind. The first class at the Third Academy of Magic in Winter Valley is a cooking training class for house elves.

He didn't even know how he stuffed the cod wrapped in sour salad into his stomach.

Once you swallow it, you won’t dare to think about it again.

It was still some time before Dumbledore's visit, and Guzhen took down Forster's first memory bottle from the bookshelf, with the date on it being 904.

For novices, this memory learning method should be second only to the professor's on-site teaching.

The pensieve left behind by Foster is a bit like an enlarged version of the ancient Chinese bronze four-sided wine vase. It is not engraved with letters or symbols that the ancient town does not recognize, but is filled with all kinds of toads, including those who smoke and scratch. butterfly, sleeping, rolling

This toad has a strong presence.

A ray of memory fell on the pensieve. The pensieve swayed slightly and was filled with something. I couldn't tell whether it was a gas or a liquid. It was like the wind was solidifying. To describe it, it was like a gaseous jelly gel.

Gu Zhen buried his head in the Pensieve. The world was spinning all of a sudden. He couldn't tell whether he was falling from a high altitude or whether the world was upside down. He felt dizzy.

After getting used to it, the ancient town found itself in a dense forest. A strange big tree was thick and short, with eight-clawed octopus-like roots lying on the ground. It was filled with bricks, stones and soil to build a hut. There was a waterwheel not far away. Spin.

The weather was sunny. At this moment, an old wizard with a gray beard was sitting in front of a blackboard made of giant bat wings, preparing to give a lecture. Two students aged seven or eight in tattered clothes stared wide-eyed and trembled with excitement.

The ancient town is also excited, coming, coming

This should be Foster's first class. The memory he left behind is to allow those who come after him to enter his memory and learn with him.

The ancient town holds its breath and is fully prepared.

then

Old wizard: "≈#~"

Guzhen looked confused.

This is when one or two words in English can be understood clearly, but when they are put together, they are completely incomprehensible.

fire wind spirit

What the hell have I studied fake English for ten years? Is my Level certificate a pirated version? Why can’t I understand a sentence?

Guzhen sat there for a long time with his eyes wide open, watching the old man speaking in unintelligible English, waving his wand to make flowers appear, and water to create a spring.

The old wizard babbled a lot and stepped back to the side. The two little kids listening to the lecture danced around with two broken branches.

"spirit"

The two of them shouted at the same time, which was probably the pronunciation. Gu Zhen felt that there might be something wrong with his ears and tongue, and he couldn't imitate it at all.

Then, the tall boy banged out a mahjong-sized fireball. He swung it outward and exploded a palm-sized marble into pieces.

As for the short clever guy, he disappeared with a whisper after reciting a spell. The old wizard suddenly looked around nervously, but a scream came from above his head.

The short child was hanging upside down from the branch with a pale face, not daring to move.

This must be Foster, right? This must be Foster, right?

Guzhen had seen his photo in the castle hall. A quarter of the elf blood made him only half the height of his peers.

The big nose inherited from the fairy is also easy to confirm.

And no matter how ignorant Guzhen was, he could tell from their spell that it was clearly a spell about fire.

You can create teleportation by rolling fireballs. Except for Foster, who has space magic distortion, others can't do it.

Looking at Foster's wet pants, the classmate's little wizard couldn't bear it any longer, holding his belly and rolling on the floor with laughter.

Foster was ashamed and angry, his cheeks trembling.

At this point, the picture trembled and shattered. The scenery in front of him changed, and his consciousness returned. Guzhen had returned to his study.

I banged the pensieve in ancient town thoughtfully, rubbing fireballs. Different environments lead to different learning content. Is the first magic at Hogwarts a fluorescent flicker or a levitating spell?

But in England a thousand years ago, the living environment of wizards was not so wonderful. The first magic was the fire type, which was not weak in attack.

Isn't fireball an entry-level skill for all mages?

That's great, but the old wizard talked a lot, and I didn't understand a word of it.

Guzhen looked confused.

At this moment, an old and slightly naughty voice came from behind: "Well, sorry to bother you, but are you learning magic in the pensieve?"

When Guzhen turned around, he saw a tall and thin old man with silver hair and a silver beard. Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses was a pair of piercing eyes. When his eyes moved slightly, there was a hint of cunning in the corners of his eyes.

While this old man is wise, he must be a little wilted at the same time.

What a familiar expression and attire of Albus Dumbledore, the most popular old man in Harry Potter. Some people call him a schemer, and some call him cute. Without contacting him personally, Guzhen can't analyze much.

Seeing the ancient town, Dumbledore shrugged and put the pile of cockroaches he had just picked up into the jar again.

"The pile of cockroaches you have here tastes very unique. This is the first time I taste the starfish flavor from the pile of cockroaches. Well, it's impressive."

In the ancient town of Fu'e, there are piles of cockroaches prepared by house elves overnight, the taste of a thousand years ago.

Guzhen doesn’t have any good impressions of this thing. This is not candy made into cockroaches at all. These guys are actually crawling around in the glass jar and even attacking and devouring each other.

This is what people eat

Dumbledore screwed the jar, his eyes shining: "Do you mind if I take it with me when I leave?"

Guzhen smiled and said: "Of course not. If you like, you can ask Carter to do more." Carter is the only house elf in Guzhen who remembers his name.

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore smiled happily.

He looked at the ancient town carefully, as if he wanted to see the ancient town thoroughly.

Guzhen was horrified: "Damn it, I forgot that this old man is a Legilimency master."

There is nothing shameful about him, and he dared to tell Dumbledore even if he traveled through the ancient town, but this feeling of being admired by others is really bad.

He glared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shrugged and smiled: "Don't worry, no wizard can use Legilimency on the owner of the Void Frog. Although I had always planned to do so on the way here, it's a pity that even I can't do it."

The old man was very candid.

The ancient town is a little confused, are you just playing a hooligan in an upright way? Isn't this just telling the beauty: I plan to take off your clothes, but I can't untie your mouth.

How about beating you to death?

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