Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

"Can you tell me about... Hogwarts? If it's convenient for you, we can go to the attic to talk." Mrs. Granger said, but her husband and daughter stopped talking.

Mochir nodded and waved the wand in his hand again.

The noisy sounds around him slowly returned. This was his improved silencing spell. After all, when other wizards lifted the silencing spell, the feeling of having the sound suddenly poured into their ears was really unpleasant.

Nodding politely, "I'd be happy to do that, ma'am. That's exactly what I'm here to do."

At the same time, Moqier also praised in his heart that the families of intellectuals are enlightened. Among the several Muggle families he had visited before, there was a rich man who almost let his dog bite him.

No wonder young wizards from Muggle families are recruited to Hogwarts by young people. Think about Dumbledore's senior citizens, who really can't outrun a bulldog as big as a pig.

The picture was so beautiful that Mochir quickly used Occlumency to isolate his imagination.

At the table in the attic, Mochir was holding a coffee cup and stirring it evenly with a spoon. Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger were sitting opposite him, while the little wizard Hermione was sitting alone in the other direction.

The couple carefully looked at the admission letter from the magic school. The little girl stretched her head to see the content inside.

The husband is still a little suspicious, and the lady has a lot of questions to ask, but the little girl... well, ignore them.

"I just have one question, Mr. Mochir." There was silence in the room for a long time before Granger broke the silence. "What will happen if our Hermione doesn't go to your magic school? I I mean, as you can see, this child has a very good future. She will soon be able to go to an excellent high school, and her life will only be better than ours in the future. But if she chooses to become... a wizard, I’m not sure what her future would be in that world.”

"It's a reasonable concern." Moqier took out three pamphlets from his pocket and handed them over, one for each person. He got these from the principal's office. He didn't know how many years he had used them. He would need them again later. Recycled Hogwarts brochure.

The illustration on it is of a well-dressed and kind old man. The three photos of Mr. Dumbledore saw the brochure opened. In a coping tone, he explained in detail that if the little wizard does not go to a magic school, he may lose control of his magic power and become a deformed person. There is a danger of becoming an Obscurus, and if there is a wizard in the family, then their descendants are also likely to be wizards...

It seems that even photos can become passive due to repetitive boring tasks.

Although his tone was slow, the principal's eloquence and logic were not comparable to those of a newbie like Moqil.

After a simple explanation and the fact that the Grangers had indeed discovered that even their daughter was unaware of some "supernatural" phenomena in her own body, Mrs. Granger finally agreed to allow her daughter to study at Hogwarts.

Mrs. Granger folded the admission notice carefully, returned it to the envelope, and left the list of necessary school supplies enclosed with the letter.

"Mr Mochir, can these be bought in pounds?"

This was the first time that the family called Mochier by his name. They didn't like this guy who disrupted their daughter's future plans very much, even though the professor was young and good-looking.

When Mrs. Granger asked this question, the eyes of the little girl sitting next to her were filled with joy, and her feet were dangling happily without Legilimency. Mochir also knew that this child was very interested in what he would become in the future. The life of a wizard is full of expectations.

"Of course, the essence of currency is general equivalent. Wizards and Muggles also have a lot of economic transactions. You can exchange currency at the wizard's bank." After the other party finished speaking, Moqier replied politely, although he had already I know what the other person wants to ask, and I have already organized the answer.

"Then where is the Wizarding Bank? And, these things...wizard robes, wands, cauldrons, and these books, "Standard Spells, Elementary", "History of Magic"...where can we buy them?"

"I've seen wizard robes and wands in theme parks." Poor Miss Granger, it was obvious that she could no longer hold back her desire to raise her hand.

"But the magic wand in paradise cannot release magic." For such a studious student, Moqier is not stingy about giving her college points if she has already enrolled.

Therefore, what Professor Flitwick told him before should be seriously considered, for the sake of his future performance bonus.

Because she answered the question wrong, the little Loli lowered her head in annoyance. For a moment, Moqil was reminded of the nursery rhyme she had exchanged with her children on Douyin in her previous life, "I love you and walk alone in a dark alley. I love you without kneeling." appearance……"

I almost didn't start singing.

Looking at the time, Mochir did not intend to continue the turn-based questions and answers with his opponent, "You can buy these things in the shops opened by wizards. The school designated these things to be purchased in Diagon Alley, Gringotts , even the headquarters of the wizard's bank is also there, I will be responsible for Miss Granger's admission throughout the entire process, you don't have to worry about it."

But Mochir still underestimated parents' worries about their children's future. By the time he and the Grangers agreed on a meeting time and place to take them to Diagon Alley and walked out of the dental clinic, it was already dark.

London is located at 51°30′ north latitude and 0.1°5′ east longitude. In summer, it gets dark close to : pm, so it is already late at night.

When I went downstairs, there was no one in the clinic. It was estimated that those patients had been arranged by the nurse to come for treatment at other times.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a list. Six of the seven Muggle-born wizards had already been crossed out.

It’s finally over!

Although these Muggle families who have given birth to little wizards still have a lot of confidentiality agreements and agreements prohibiting the misuse of magic items and other miscellaneous documents to sign, these are not under his control. There are dedicated people from the Ministry of Magic who will come to arrange these things.

Walking under a particularly bright streetlight, Mochir took out a map from his pocket. The last little wizard's home was in Southampton.

Britain and France face each other across the English Channel. Southampton is a port city beside the English Channel and the largest passenger terminal in the UK.

It’s not intuitive to say this, but if this is the starting point of the Titanic, perhaps more people will know about it.

Leaving the light of the street lamp, Moqier walked slowly into a dark alley and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

When Mochir's phantom moved, on the calm sea of ​​the English Channel...

A transport ship loaded with containers suddenly overturned when it was about to enter the harbor. A giant python swayed its huge body and swam quickly from the bottom of the ship in the direction of Britain.