Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

After that day, Vincent and Louis' relationship got much better.

In other words, their relationship should be like this.It's just that Vincent never realized that he needed to communicate with him, and Louis had the kind of character that if you don't talk to me, don't expect me to take the initiative to talk to you.

But now, when the two of them started chatting, they felt like they had met each other late, because they had a lot of common topics.

First of all, Louis is a top student and student council president, almost on the same level as Vincent in his previous life.Also, Vincent had never noticed before that there were so many books in his room.Although it didn't involve magic, it almost covered astronomy and geography, and he was interested in many of them.

Therefore, Vincent stopped walking the dog these days, as if he had done so, and did not do experiments. He abandoned himself and stayed in Louis' room all day long, refusing to move.

The summer vacation has just begun, but Vincent has no concept of "holiday" in his mind, so he wakes up very early.

"Hey Louis, can I have this atlas?"

"Why do you want a map?" Louis looked up from the pile of homework and saw his cousin pulling out a geographical atlas of Great Britain from the bottom of the bookshelf.

"Just leave it alone and just decide whether to give it or not."

"Be back within a week." Louis said, burying his face back in his homework.

"okay"

These days, Vincent has figured out his cousin's temperament. This person is usually very quiet, but he gets awkward when he speaks.

How to put it? If he says "Be quiet, or go out", it actually means "As long as you don't yell, you can stay as long as you want."; "I have use, I won't borrow it" actually means "You can return it as soon as possible after reading it." Give it to me."; If he says "It will be returned within 48 hours," it actually means, "You don't need it for the time being, so take it." And what he said, "It will be returned within a week." is actually equivalent to, "I don't need it. It’s okay to give it to you.”

Oh, it really doesn’t make people worry. The meaning of the words is left to be guessed by oneself. If you want to send it to me, just tell me. Why are you so embarrassed?

Vincent nudged Louis with his elbow gratefully, "Thanks."

Louis was moved like this, and the pen drew a long mark on the test paper.

""

He raised his head and looked at Vincent expressionlessly.

Vincent felt a little guilty when he saw him. He lowered his head in embarrassment and touched his nose, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Lewis still looked at him expressionlessly.

Do you want this? Why don't you just draw a line? Is it that serious?

Vincent raised his eyes and glanced at the test paper, "I'm so envious that you have a paper to write about. You made a mistake in the third question."

"How is that possible?" Louis raised his eyebrows and turned back to the question. Vincent took the opportunity to sneak out of the room.

Shaking the heavy atlas in his hand, Vincent thought for a while and decided to go out.

Since the last time he tried it in the garage, he has been craving the "Superimposed Magic Array" project every day, but he can't find a place to do the experiment, so he can't try it at home.

This map book is also intended to be used to identify experimental sites.He had to find a deserted suburb, preferably an entire barren mountain, so as not to make too much noise and attract the attention of the people around him.

As for going like this, if he remembered correctly, the way to stop a bus in the wizarding world seems to be to raise your magic wand.

Vincent walked to a deserted street, took out his wand and raised it.

It should take a while.

There was a sharp brake sound, and Vincent just covered his ears. Suddenly, his vision went dark, as if something was blocking his sight.

He looked up and saw a bright purple three-decker bus parked in front of him, as if it had appeared out of thin air. "Knight Bus" was written in gold letters on the windshield.

So fast?

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, the emergency transport for witches and wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand hand, climb aboard, and we'll get you wherever you want to go. My name is Stanthan Parker, your conductor"

The speaker was a wizard in purple uniform. He was standing at the back door of the bus, holding a piece of paper like a cheat sheet in his hand.

Seeing that Vincent was still stunned, Stan suddenly stopped talking, changed his businesslike tone, and urged: "What are you doing here in such a daze?"

"Oh, okay." Vincent was about to get in the car, but was stopped again.

"Oh kid, how old are you?" Stan looked down between his wand and his young face.

"12 years old." Vincent lied without changing his face.It's just summer vacation, the 11-year-old first-year students haven't received their admission notices yet, and the youngest wizard who can hold a wand is already 12 years old.

"Oh, right? I think you're only ten years old." No matter what he said, Stan didn't doubt it anymore. He leaned aside to make way for Vincent to get in the car.

"Do you want me to hug you?" he asked with a smile.

Vincent stumbled over his words, "No need."

There were no seats in the car, but there were six or seven brass-framed beds beside the curtained window.Candles sat on brackets next to each bed, illuminating the wooden cart walls.

There is a patio in the middle of the car, and you can see an exaggerated crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the third floor. The crystal on it is still shaking due to inertia.

"Where are you going?" Stan asked behind Vincent.

"Oh, wait a minute." Vincent spread out the thick atlas on the bed next to him.

"This is a Muggle map"

"Yeah." Vincent responded, flipping through the map with his hand as fast as he could.He originally just wanted to see if he could summon the Knight Bus by raising his wand, but he didn't expect it to arrive so quickly that he hadn't even chosen a destination yet.

"You're not just starting to think about where to go now, are you?" Stan chirped.

"Well, forget it, just take me to a suburb with fewer Muggles."

"Ah, Ern." This was probably the first time Stan heard such a strange request from a customer, and turned to look at the driver for help.

"A suburb without Muggles." The driver, known as Ern, put his hand on the steering wheel and scratched his chin, "Let's go to the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Our next customer happens to be there. , I remember there were several mountains nearby."

After saying that, Ern didn't wait for Vincent to respond, and directly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the whole car suddenly sped out.

"Fuck!" Vincent only had time to utter a exclamation before he fell onto the bed behind him.

But the feel of this bed seems not good, Yazi