hogwarts chef

"Okay, Professor."

Harry nodded, put all his luggage on the trolley, adjusted the angle, aimed at the brick wall, and began to accelerate and sprint

"bang"

"Professor, is it getting dark?" The luggage was scattered all over the floor. Harry rubbed his head and murmured, "Why did I see little stars?"

The black-haired boy lying on the ground was in an extremely embarrassed state. Because he was relatively rich, he had bought a lot of things during the two months of summer vacation. His luggage seemed particularly bloated. Now his thin body was completely overwhelmed by the luggage.But this is also a good thing, at least you don't have to face the gazes of passers-by like they are making sticks.

"Well," Zhang Heyang nodded, "It seems the time has not come yet."

Harry: ""

"Oh, that's right. Their wall is not open around the clock. It is only open during the period when the Hogwarts train is required for admission and holidays." Zhang Heyang nonchalantly took out his wand and directed the luggage spread on the floor to fly up on the trolley. Stacked up, "But I forgot the opening hours, so I gave it a try to see if it's early."

Harry's face turned green. What kind of player is this? If you don't know the time, then you can use me to explore the way. Can't you ask me? I have been excited about carrying the timetable with me for two months. Today is the day I have learned it by heart.

What's wrong with you

Harry had deep doubts about life. Although he had doubts for the tens of thousands of times in the past two months, the great thing about Professor Zhang was that he would have a new experience every time he tricked you.

Whenever he recalled the past two months of living in the magical world with plenty of food and clothing, Harry would burst into tears. He was indeed still too young. After all, the family on Privet Drive were real relatives, weren't they Stonewall School? I went there. , can’t I go?

"It's too late," Zhang Heyang grinned at the side like a villain, "After following the dean, you still want to work part-time to pay back the money in the next life."

Yes, Zhang Heyang's tuition is very expensive. Although Harry is a passive apprentice, there is no way to expect Professor Zhang, who takes the initiative to recruit apprentices, to have free tuition. Even if Professor Zhang is already among the top dozens of rich people in the world, it is not possible. impossible.

To be honest, with a wizard system that is completely different from that of wizards, and a little bit of cultivation methods occasionally mixed in, this set is definitely more expensive than the tuition fees paid by Dumbledore and Voldemort together.

According to Zhang Heyang's calculation, not only was all the inheritance left by James' father to Harry confiscated, but when he graduated at the age of 17 and became a civil servant in the Ministry of Magic, he would not get a dime of his salary for the entire 60 years, and all of it would be spent. Come and pay the tuition.

Fortunately, Professor Zhang still has some conscience. Although he nominally took over all of Harry's inheritance and all his income over the past 60 years, he didn't take a penny from him. Harry could use whatever money he wanted. Of course, it was considered a loan. He, according to the Bank of England's loan interest rate, even if Professor Zhang has increased it by [-]% for the sake of his direct disciple, it seems that Harry will still have to work to repay the money in his next life.

The ignorant little Harry agreed to this condition, and spent countless nights in tears for the next few years. It was impossible to be rich, and he would never be rich in this life. He could only work part-time to pay back the money and continue to borrow Professor Zhang's money. Take low-interest loans to make ends meet.

The old guys from the Muggle world are still honest and talk nicely. I like them very much at Privet Drive.

Really.

"Oh, kid, are you reluctant to leave home because you are about to go to school?" Suddenly a gentle female voice came from the side, "This is not okay. Boys must be strong. Crying casually will be looked down upon."

I cried because I couldn't bear to leave. I cried with joy just because I finally left the Devil's Cave. Harry turned his head with tears on his face and saw a short and plump woman standing next to him, smiling kindly at him.

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laugh.

Harry bowed politely, "Oh, thank you, ma'am, it's not because of that, it's just me."

Harry cried again as he spoke. Although the old devil Zhang might not be so focused on abusing him in school because he had an entire house and Hufflepuff, the largest population in Hogwarts, to take care of. However, he Sooner or later, he is still the one who gets the most attention.

Moreover, my teacher was not only a cheat, but also a psychopath. He was actually happy when he called him Zhang Lao Mo, and he also kept mumbling about "Wang Lao Mo", "Han Lao Mo", "waste Liu", "Zhang Lao Mo". "Tian Bo", "Tian Ni Stone Bead" and so on.

The result that Professor Zhang was particularly happy about that day was that Harry was given an extra four hours of class for five consecutive days. The classes in those days were extremely difficult. He practiced transforming the bearded man in the green striped shirt into a pig's head every day, and Make a potion out of a bunch of seemingly inedible stuff.

Hum, young people are still young.Zhang Heyang stood aside and squinted at Harry with disdain. When you enter school, you will know how much trouble this kind of special training will save you. After all, I am the real teacher.

In fact, Professor Zhang had no idea that his greatest help to Harry was to improve his ability to resist perverted teachers, so that in the following seven years, he faced Snape's difficulties, McGonagall's harshness, and Trelawney's The prophecy of death feels as gentle as the spring breeze turning into rain.

"Okay, okay, I know. I also have a few children who are going to school. Maybe you will become very good friends." The short, fat woman seemed to be familiar with herself. She touched Harry's head and then looked at him. He waved from behind, "Hey, you guys, hurry up George and put away those ridiculous things of yours."

Following Zhang Heyang, he seemed to see the scene where the Buried Love family had just returned from playing Audition in the Internet cafe. A group of red-haired children came over pushing a luggage cart while talking and laughing.

"Are you here too today?" Zhang Heyang asked aimlessly at the twins who obviously looked exactly the same.

"Hmm" one of them touched his head, "I'm only 13 years old, sir, shouldn't my uncles and aunts have already graduated from Hogwarts?"

"You're right, man, Hogwarts doesn't need old things, do you, Prefect?" The other twin hugged the bigger child from behind. The child blushed, and there was a flash of light behind his round glasses. People’s gaze, “I’m only 15 years old”

"Oh my God, George, did you hear that? Percy is only 15 years old." One of the twins hugging him exclaimed exaggeratedly. "I thought our prefect was an old man like Dumbledore."

"Then you may be wrong." George said seriously: "Compared to Percy, Dumbledore looks like three years old at most."

"That's enough, shut up. Come in quickly, the train is about to leave." The fat woman shouted, and kicked the twins into the wall. Zhang Heyang looked on and felt pain. This was definitely his mother.Then the woman smiled sheepishly at Zhang Heyang and said, "I'm causing trouble for you, sir."

"It's not important, it's not important. It's time for Potter to leave. You're right, they may become good friends." Zhang Heyang waved his hand and kicked Harry, who was dazed next to him, into the wall.

I am the dividing line

Tomorrow is the last day of 2017. Entering 2018 marks the last batch of those born in the 18s who have reached adulthood at the age of 00. The world of those born in the 18s will soon be ours.So today I saw that a group of old uncles and aunties posted photos on the WeChat Moments to flood the screen. There was a joke on Weibo saying that looking at you [-] years old and watching you flood the screen, it felt like a family holding an annual meeting.

Youth.May whoever remembers whom have the best years.

Well, I wish all uncles and aunties a happy 18th year.The great master who beats the street is finally finished. The 18 chef has resumed the update. I love you so much づ￣ 3￣づ