Hogwarts' new house

A grumpy old ginseng.

The toad was chased by it with a knife for half a street before it changed shape and fled to an unknown place. Old Ginseng stood at the edge of the forest, pacing back and forth and cursing. Stand-up comedy with Tang sounds mixed with old-fashioned English usually lasts half an hour without any repetition.

Lu Ping looked at Ding Bashi's standing ginseng with a surprised look on his face.

"Is this the Oriental Fairy?" The climate, environment, water patterns and mountains are different between the East and the West, and even the magic magnetic field is also very different, which has led to the formation of completely different wizarding cultures on both sides.

Goblins here in Europe are a money-grubbing race, while in the East there are legends about goblins that turn into humans from magical animals and even magical plants.

No one is superior or inferior, it’s just that the development direction is different. In comparison, Western creations are better. The Sorting Hat in Hogwarts and the Sheepskin Contract in Wintervale all have their own thoughts and souls. Although they are not flesh and blood, you They can no longer be simply regarded as objects.

The East's research on the human body is more thorough. Whether it is life-extending magic or turning Muggles into magical animals, the East is better at it.

The drawer opened furtively, and the sheepskin contract crawled out. He quietly pulled the corner of Gu Zhen's clothes and stuffed a newly drafted contract into Gu Zhen's hand.

Employment contract for professor of herbal medicine class at Wintervale Third Academy of Magic

The parchment pointed at the old ginseng.

"You want me to hire it"

The parchment contract nodded, and the facial features condensed on the parchment were rare and serious.

Well, there is no serious teacher in the entire Winter Valley. A toad, an elf, and a ginseng are here now. There are only two missing from the five main courses. I don’t know if there are orthodox wizards in other courses.

The ancient town attaches great importance to the parchment's recommendation, it is much more reliable than that obscure toad.

Guzhen put on his cloak, took his umbrella and stomped downstairs.

Winter Valley must be more or less connected to the British mainland. It rains on a sunny day.

The old man put his hands on his hips and cursed, and was cursing to his heart's content when suddenly a black shadow shrouded his head, blocking the rain. Guzhen stood behind him and held an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

The ancient town was brought here by Earth Escape. When he left the house, he suddenly remembered that he was also a magic person. With Earth Escape, it doesn't matter if it rains, snows, or hails, even if you hit him with a knife, you can't hit him anymore.

The ancient town doesn't know how to recruit an Oriental ginseng. Western wizards are straightforward, but fairies from the East should be more reserved.

Gu Zhen didn't understand the rules, so he could only silently hold an umbrella for him without speaking.

Isn't this how movies all act and talk, holding an umbrella when it rains, putting on clothes when it's snowing, and then the other person will appreciate the kindness of knowing and meeting him, and even though he won't bow to you in gratitude, he will still be respectful of his karma.

The ancient town does not expect people to pay homage to the lord. As long as they sign a labor contract and show up to work, food and accommodation are included.

Ginseng gradually stopped cursing and turned to look at Guzhen with a very unkind expression: "I know you, you are the leader of Donggu, are you here to vent your anger on your toad?"

"Come on, let's fight." He pointed the watermelon knife at the ancient town.

Ancient town: Дノノ

Why is it different from what I imagined?

Looking at Gu Zhen's confused expression, Ginseng's face turned even colder: "If you're not standing up for the toad, it's because you are unhappy with me."

Gu Zhen shook his head.

Ginseng jumped on his feet and cursed: "Then why did you block Mr. Ginseng's rain for three months and it didn't rain? When it finally rained, you still stopped me from getting wet. What do you want?"

"Looking at your appearance, you are also from the East. People in the Central Plains are so evil-minded."

People in the Central Plains eat your rice. How the hell did I know that you have grown facial features, can curse incessantly, and have to get wet in the rain?

No, for five thousand years the Central Plains has always been the political and cultural center of China, where bigwigs gather. Most of the world's ginseng is consumed here, and this hatred is greater than eating people's rice.

I'm from Shanxi in Guzhen, and there are four or five ginseng roots that are not brewed in wine at home. Can't be entangled here anymore, Gu Zhen quickly took out the employment contract. Old Ginseng only glanced at it, and jumped far away in an instant, looking at Gu Zhen in horror: "Thief, you want me to teach humans how to kill herbs, are you dreaming?"

Old Man Ginseng turned around and ran away. He plunged into the ground and escaped. Ginseng is a natural ability to escape from the earth.

There has always been a legend that if wild ginseng is not tied with a red rope, the ginseng will escape. So ginseng itself is actually a magical creature, right?

"Grab, scratch," Sheepskin Contract ran over on his short legs and shouted in a high-pitched, stuttering voice. It can't speak, it can only hum and bark randomly, and only occasionally utters one or two words when it is in a hurry.

Guzhen threw his umbrella and jumped into the earth.

The feeling of being under the soil is very strange. The surrounding earth is sticky like a ball of paste. It feels a little difficult to breathe, as if you are in a thick mist, and there is a faint silver light shining outside the body. It enters the slippery soil and can jump forward more than ten meters with just one push.

It’s not people moving forward, but the earth pushing you forward.

It saves a lot of energy compared to walking on the ground.

The underground line of sight cannot be seen very far, nor can it be seen clearly. Instead, it is like an infrared scan. There are various shadows in the front, and a human-shaped ginseng is jumping towards the forest.

Guzhen kicked his feet and chased after him.

Ginseng looked back, screamed and ran away faster.

One chased and the other ran away in the blink of an eye. The ancient town couldn't catch up with Ginseng and couldn't escape. It was always about ten meters away.

Being pushed into a hurry. The ginseng essence shouted: "Li Wei, if Li Wei doesn't come out, the ginseng master will die."

Whoever Li Wei was, the ancient town subconsciously thought that he should be a figure from the Tang Dynasty. Toad and ginseng all have Tang sounds, so it is not unacceptable to be from the Tang Dynasty.

There was a muffled thud under the ground, and a white stone sculpture stood in front of the ancient town. It was a typical ancient Western sculpture, a fit Western man wearing a wreath of olive leaves on his head and a robe like a sheet folded into a butterfly.

The stone sculpture stood in front of the ancient town and opened its mouth: "Wolves also love people."

The roar was in Latin with a strange tone, but Guzhen understood it somehow.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed. The ancient town no longer looked underground, but stretched out into a wilderness. In front of it was a giant wolf lying in a wolf den, with two babies curled up in its arms. The babies desperately sucked and swallowed the wolf's milk.

"Those without wisdom ignore history, those without a break are trapped in history, and those who are incompetent repeat today's lesson of history, the survival of twin brothers, the maternal love of wolves"

Li Wei, Li Wei, the ancient town suddenly realized. Isn't this guy a historian from ancient Rome? The twin brothers who were fed by a she-wolf. Who are they? They seem to be the emperors of the Roman period.

I didn’t learn the history of the ancient town very well, so I can’t remember it clearly.

This is the statue of Livy that can create illusions

Old Man Ginseng's laughter came to my ears. Boy, can't you break this illusion? Levi's illusion never attacks people. It only allows you to learn history in the illusion. You can leave immediately after completing the course. I'm sorry if you can't finish it, but you can't leave.

Of course, only the instructor Li Wei has the final say on how many courses there are.

If he asks you to study classics and become a doctor, then you are screwed. The statue of Levi is a magical creation and has almost mastery of all history. You will have to study in the illusion for at least thirty or fifty years.

Guzhen sat cross-legged, watching the two historical figures greedily sucking away, stroking his chin and thinking. Wintervale is still short of professors on the history of magic, right? Isn't this the one that's coming to your doorstep?

He grinned: "Mr. Levi, are you interested in going to the Third Academy of Magic in Winter Valley to be a professor of the history of magic? Fascinating history, it doesn't matter if you only teach me. Your value should be to make the whole world remember history."

The illusion twisted like air over fire.

Old Ginseng's urgent voice came from all around: "Don't listen to him, he will lie to you."

The trembling fantasy became calmer.

Guzhen shook off the contract in his hand: "Confused Ginseng, if you don't want to join the job, forget it. I will find a wizard to be a professor of herbal medicine. I just don't know if the wizard's research on herbal medicine is as thorough as you. I wouldn't have done it." Will the herbs that have been cultivated die? Will the herbs that can be used as medicine if you just pick two leaves will be uprooted by the wizard?"

The scene flickered, and Ginseng appeared in front of Gu Zhen with a resentful face, looking straight at Gu Zhen like a bullied little daughter-in-law.