Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

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In July in London, England, the average daily minimum temperature is 7C, the average daily maximum temperature is 14C, the average total precipitation is 22mm, and the average number of precipitation days is 48 days.

Mochir held a black Muggle umbrella in his hand as he strolled by the Nelson Memorial in Trafalgar Square.

This square is located in the center of London, with the City of London to the east, London's busy Soho district to the north, Whitehall Street to the south, and the Royal Palace not far to the southwest. Its moderate location and beautiful buildings make it a One of London's most famous squares.

A certain Hogwarts professor who was also in charge of admissions and orientation was wearing a British black suit, his hair was carefully taken care of, and with his deceptively handsome face, he looked like a high-quality and successful person.

In the far East, except for real estate and insurance salesmen, it is rare to see such well-dressed people. However, influenced by the medieval aristocracy, gentlemen in suits and ties could be seen everywhere on the streets of London in 1991.

Several ladies were whispering in the distance, looking here from time to time.

Mochir didn't want to be so ostentatious, but if he was going to a Muggle student's home to recruit students, he would be unconvincing if he wore too shabby clothes.

The unmissable quill in the principal's office put the future Miss Know-It-All Hermione Granger into this year's freshman list, but her birthday was September 1979, 9, so she was quite a bit older than Harry. Ten months.

It will soon be July 1991, and there is no doubt that if Mochir does not send her an admission letter to Hogwarts, she will soon choose a Muggle secondary school to continue her education.

Mochir didn't dare to miss the time. If Miss Know-It-All had not entered Hogwarts, could her two useless men still become the heroes who defeated the Dark Lord?

Just thinking about it made Moqil feel cold all over. Butterfly wings cannot flap like this.

Boom, boom.

Mochir knocked gently on the door of the very professional-looking dental clinic in front of him.

"Sir, do you have an appointment? Mr. and Mrs. Granger have no time today."

A nurse with curly brown hair opened the door and looked at Moqil carefully for a while to confirm that he was not the customer who made an appointment today.

Moqier did not avoid the opponent's gaze at all, and looked at each other openly. He is a confident admissions teacher today!

Not only was he not as shy as before, he even looked back a little impolitely. It has to be said that even nurses’ uniforms in the UK have a British fashion feel.

Suit collar, top with pockets, dark blue with white stripes, and also pants. Perhaps in a decade or so, this nurse uniform may be worn by model girls and appear on the Paris fashion catwalk.

The nurse is about thirty years old and looks quite capable.

"Ma'am, I'm just a courier, delivering the Miss Granger's admission letter." Mochir winked playfully, took out the Hogwarts admission letter from his pocket and shook it.

The nurse's ears were slightly red, and Mochir could easily see what she was thinking.

It's so embarrassing, but such a handsome guy doesn't look like a postman at all. He must be a kind-hearted government employee who is willing to help friends deliver letters. If I can marry myself this time, he won't be dissatisfied. I must be too busy at work...

Sigh... My charm, which has nowhere to go, is too unstable. As expected, I will have to take a sip of polyjuice potion first before I go out.

"What I need to clarify is that I am not a postman. Madam, I am a professor at a school where Ms. Hermione Jane Granger was admitted. If it is convenient, could you help inform Mr. Granger about this? ." Moqier had to speak out to interrupt the nurse's whims, otherwise God knows where the nurse would end up downstairs.

Mochir's face really didn't look like a lying face, and he just said Hermione's full name, which convinced the nurse of what he just said.

On the streets of London in 1991, when information leaks were still very rare, these details are still very convincing.

The nurse replied with a smile to Moqil. When she turned her head, she wanted to deliberately throw her long hair in his face, but she stayed away calmly.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back." After saying that, he twisted his slender waist and walked towards the store.

After about two minutes, there was movement inside.

But what came out was not the nurse from before, but a little lolita with messy brown hair. Her bright brown eyes looked at Mochier expectantly.

Hermione is described in the novel as having "a domineering voice, a head of thick curly hair and a pair of rabbit-like front teeth." But seeing the real person, Moqier felt that Aunt Rowling must have misremembered it when she traveled back to the 21st century.

The front teeth of this little loli in front of me are not very big, but those teeth are particularly white and neat due to the "care" of her parents (read Legilimency).

Although he has not met the youngest son of the Weasley family, Mochir has unilaterally declared that the silly boy will definitely make a profit in the future.

"Sir, could you please let me first guess which school you are a professor at?" The little girl's voice was really domineering.

Mochir smiled and nodded, "Madam, of course you have this power."

Hermione was very happy. She felt that the professor in front of her was so considerate and tried to say: "I guess I got into St. Martha's Girls' High School."

The little girl's big eyes were gleaming and full of expectation. Her parents also put down their work and walked out of the clinic with unconcealable anxiety and expectation on their faces.

This summer, the Grangers have helped their daughter reject offers from many high schools. Only the last few top high schools, the ones they want their daughter to go to, have yet to respond.

Mochir shook his head.

The little girl's mouth was raised high, and her voice was mixed with a little frustration. She tried again, "Is it Harrow School or Rugby School?"

Mochir shook his head again. This time, even Mr. and Mrs. Granger no longer expected the result. This was another offer to be rejected.

"Miss Granger, this was my mistake. I should have given you some tips."

Mochir took out his wand from his pocket and waved it lightly.

The keen Granger family immediately discovered a magical thing. The originally noisy streets around them suddenly became very quiet, and even the shouts of the bakery owner next to them disappeared without a trace.

After doing this, he continued what he just said, "I am a teacher at a magic school that teaches wizards. Our school is called Hogwarts. You can call me Mochir Cavendish."

"I don't understand!" Mr. Granger turned his head away angrily, grabbed his wife and his children, and prepared to return to the clinic.

Is this strange guy who comes from nowhere here to make fun of my family?

Sigh...Moqil sighed inwardly, it was another day of being treated as a liar. Sure enough, when it comes to things like magic schools, even if you dress well, it won't make others more convincing at all.

But the Granger family soon discovered something was wrong - their footsteps kept moving, but instead of taking more than ten steps, they could finish the steps in three or two steps.

"Is this the magic you just mentioned?" The little Loli tilted her head cutely and stretched out her hands, trying to touch the magic barrier that she couldn't touch at all now.

"Of course." Mochir replied politely. He could understand it very well. In the Muggle world where Aunt Rowling had not traveled back in time and wrote the adult fairy tale, hearing the words wizard, magic, and Hogwarts, No one will believe it.

Although he knew that Mr. Granger was now vomiting sweet things to him in his heart, he was not angry.

"I don't mean to do anything to you, sir, I'm just a Hogwarts admissions teacher." Mochir said humbly to Mr. Granger, "I've released a blocking magic and a muting magic here. , these are things that your daughter can learn at Hogwarts in the future. They are stipulated by law. Sir, I cannot let anyone other than you know the existence of the wizarding world."

As he spoke, Mochir walked up to Hermione and handed over the letter in his hand, "Mr. Granger, let me explain to you the whole story first. You...well, we can't use magic." People call them Muggles. Young wizards born in Muggle families often go berserk because they cannot control the magic in their bodies. I think Miss Granger must have had some magical events before, such as not knowing how to use How can you make the braces your patients wear fly out of their mouths? For example, during a certain interview, the tea that almost spilled on the interviewer returned to the cup..."

"You...how did you know?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. What Mochir said was really shocking. Her father's patient's braces flew into her hands inexplicably. Her father had to pay for it that time. I spent a lot of money to solve it, and during the interview, not even my parents and the interviewer knew about it. It was supposed to be my own secret.

Mochir smiled and nodded at her, looking up at Mr. Granger.

But what he didn't expect was that the one who finally stood up to make the decision was not the tall gentleman, but Mrs. Granger, who stood beside him and remained silent.