trainer at hogwarts

"The strongest in the world is not even close to that of Dumbledore." Chen Chen said with a smile.

"How much do you know about the Chinese magical world?" Morris asked.

Chen Chen: "I don't know much about the Chinese magic world. They are too mysterious. I suspect they are all family traditions and there is no magic school. I can look for them when I leave Hogwarts tomorrow."

"That's right." Morris nodded, "Let me briefly talk about my experience."

Such and such, such and such.

Morris ultimately decided not to make up a story but to tell a simplified version of the truth.

Chen Chen was surprised: "Are you starting a world of magic?"

Morris shook his head: "Not in that world, but yes for this world."

"It's already very good," Chen Chen sighed, "I suspect that Voldemort here has been strengthened so much because of you."

"I" Morris was puzzled.

"Because according to what you said, if you send a mythical beast over, you can kill Voldemort instantly. In order to fix this bug, the will of the world strengthened the villain to achieve an evenly matched effect." Chen Chen said eloquently.

Morris was speechless: "I think"

"Don't think it, taste it, taste it carefully"

""

Morris thought for a moment: "Whether it is a problem in this world or not, then the next Voldemort must be powerful."

"Yes, Harry Potter will face the beginning of hell in two years." Chen Chen sighed and said, "Now I don't know what Dumbledore will do to deal with it, but you have to be careful. Well, there should be problems with elves. Not big."

Morris stuffed strawberry pudding into his mouth: "I hope so."

"By the way, you said earlier that you wanted to go home" Morris asked.

"Don't you want to?" Chen Chen rolled his eyes, "What's the point of staying in such a dangerous place? No matter how attractive the magic is, does your own life matter?"

Chen Chen drank another cup of meaty grapes: "You should get some New Orleans grilled chicken wings and Hawaiian pizza. It's more enjoyable to eat large pieces of meat. That's it. My calculations tell me that if I hang out with you, all my wishes will come true." "

Morris has a black line on his head: "Chen Banxian under the overpass"

"I think I'm qualified." Chen Chen blinked.

"Don't have high hopes for me. I have been in this world for 11 years and I don't have a clue." Morris said seriously.

Chen Chen smiled: "I'm not in a hurry, I can wait another 11 years."

Morris: ╮￣￣““╭

After we finished talking about the business, the rest of the exchange was very pleasant. Chen Chen said that he would rather eat traditional Chinese delicacies, such as steamed dumplings, pan-fried fried dough sticks, and fried dough sticks. He would also like to drink soy milk instead of pumpkin juice or English black tea.

Morris said that there is nothing more pleasant than milk tea, except Happy Fat House Water. Chen Chen got an idea when he heard it, so the two of them got a few boxes of Happy Fat House water to store.

"Can you deliver owls? I think there should be at least ten." Chen Chen began to think about the transportation problem. "I really miss the express delivery."

Morris waved his little hand: "Don't worry about the freight, just leave it to me. It's not convenient for me to leave school. If you go out and buy the goods, there will be birds to deliver them."

Chen Chen said happily: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Chen Chen and Morris changed the style of the Room of Requirement. They looked at the moon and stars in the sky and recalled their former hometown, past interesting things and past friends.

the next day.

"Maurice, are you going to get up?"

A rant from conscientious roommate Simon Rubit.

Maurice was half asleep, only thinking that the bed was heaven, and the Simon barking next to him was a three-headed hell dog.

It was a great time to have a heart-to-heart talk with Chen Chen last night. The two of them drank beer and talked through the grievances they had been holding in their hearts for decades.

We hate meeting each other so late and we become close friends.

Of course it was almost three o'clock when I returned to the dormitory.

Stay up all night for a while and go to class at the crematorium.

"If you sign in for me, I won't go." Morris said drowsily.

Thor called out directly: "Maurice, you are crazy, but you want to skip Professor Snape's class today."

What the hell are you talking about Snape's arrogant lesson?

Morris woke up instantly

I climbed out of bed with difficulty, brushed my teeth and washed my face, got dressed, and took my textbooks with me. I was dragged along by my three roommates. I hurriedly hurried to the sound of "I'm going to be late" and finally arrived in the classroom one minute before class.

Snape: Stare

But he was not late, and it was hard for him to say anything. He pointed out that the four people's clothes were disheveled and deducted four points from Hufflepuff on the "grooming" issue, an average of one point per person, which fully reflected Professor Snape's fairness.

Maurice didn't care. The remaining three friends saw that Snape dared to be angry but dared not speak, and their teeth itched with hatred.

As a result, Professor Snape "hummed" and started to call the names directly, leaving them aside.

Morris whispered to his three roommates: "What are you arguing with Tsundere? Get ready for class."

"Hill, what's the use of bezoar?" Snape's sinister voice came from behind.

Morris froze, turned around and said, "Detoxify, Professor."

Gee, this sound is really nerve-wracking.

"Humph, take the class seriously." Snape floated away without any embarrassment.

Morris breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a common sense question. He is not a know-it-all who can memorize every word of the entire book.

Snape walked up to the podium, looked at each student with his two eyes, and said with a slightly disgusted tone: "You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of potion preparation."

His voice was soft, but the man could hear it. The students all looked at the dirty figure on the podium.

"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant aromas wafting out. You don’t really understand the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, the miraculous magic that makes the heart dizzy and blurs the will. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. But there must be one thing, that is, you are not someone I often encounter. Only the kind of stupid fool can do that.”

After the opening remarks, the whole classroom was as quiet as a chicken.