The wizard at Hogwarts is unscientific

Chapter 11 What happened to you, my great Gryffindor?

Practice, practice thousands of times?

Hermione stared at Andy who was sitting opposite her. Could this kid be bragging?

However, Hermione couldn't help but feel discouraged when she thought of the floating spell that Andy had cast before.Compared with the little wizards in the magic world, the gap is too big.

This is not going to work, I have to work harder and try to memorize all the books in the library.

Hermione cheered secretly.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Seeing the face of the brown-haired girl in front of him constantly changing, Andy was a little puzzled.

What's going on here?

Do you want to get involved with me?

Andy really felt that his magic level was not enough. After all, the boss of this semester, Quirrell, was an adult wizard. Even if his mind was not so clear, his strength would never be too low.

Although Andy has no idea of ​​guarding the Magic Stone and breaking through levels to defeat the BOSS, it is always good to have more strength to protect himself.

"It's nothing."

Hermione shook her head, and then asked curiously, "By the way, have you always lived in the wizarding world?"

"Yes!"

Andy explained: "My family lives in St. Catchpole Village, which is a mixed village of wizards and Muggles."

Andy briefly introduced the layout of the village, and then asked, "What about you?"

"My parents are both dentists, and our family lives in the suburbs of London. Oh, do you know where London is?" Hermione said very quickly.

"Know!"

Andy nodded, "Our family traveled to London a few years ago, and the Ministry of Magic is also in London."

Hermione said quickly: "I know about the Ministry of Magic, I read it in a book. The Ministry of Magic was established in 1707. Its predecessor was the Wizarding Council. The Ministry of Magic participated in and formulated the "Secrecy Act" of the International Federation of Wizards. And it’s still being implemented today.”

Ok!

Andy believes that the brown-haired girl in front of her has indeed memorized a lot of books, and she seems eager to prove herself. Every time she speaks, she speaks very fast, and the first thing she says is 'I saw it in a book', and then quickly And give precise answers to the questions.

After a brief chat with Hermione about the differences between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, Hermione took out a book from her backpack as the train was about to leave, "I'm going to read a book, what about you?"

"I want to squint for a while, I got up too early this morning." Andy said lazily.

Hermione put the book on the small table, and looked at Andy seriously with a small face, "I advise you to memorize all the textbooks again, when we arrive at Hogwarts, the sorting ceremony will be held .”

"Maybe they will test our spellcasting skills, or conduct a written test." Hermione guessed.

"correct!"

Hermione continued to ask: "Do you know how Hogwarts is sorted?"

Of course, the Sorting Hat has the final say.

But this cannot be said.

"do not know!"

Andy shook his head, "But don't worry, no one has ever died in the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts. And injuries like fractures and body splits can be healed quickly with magic."

"It heals in one night."

Hermione: "..."

Hermione lowered her head to read, but found that she could no longer read.

"Is the Sorting Ceremony really dangerous?"

Hermione was a little disbelieving, but also a little worried. She stared and said, "Your family has never told you how Hogwarts is sorted?"

"No, this is an annual reserved item."

Andy leaned against the wall of the carriage and said with a smile on his face: "But don't worry too much, your level is an excellent student at Hogwarts."

Andy couldn't help but think of Ron.

That's a scumbag.

Before school started, Andy and Ron also met a few times, but this guy, let alone practicing magic, didn't even open the textbook, even once.

Hermione glared at Andy, she didn't believe that.

She had discovered Andy when she was on the platform before, and she had also seen the floating spell Andy used.

She followed, just to learn more about the magic world.

However, judging from the information currently available, any child in the magical world seems to be much better than her.

Practice each type of magic thousands of times!

God, I have to work harder.

Thinking of this, Hermione opened the book and forced herself to read the contents.

Whoa!

Just before the train was about to leave, the door of the carriage was opened again.

"Hello, can I sit in? There are no other seats." The round-faced boy said stammering.

"Of course!" Hermione glanced up at the round-faced boy, then lowered her head and continued to read.

The round-faced boy looked at Andy who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, hesitated for a moment, and sat next to Andy.

Andy opened his eyes and nodded as a greeting.

"Why did you get in the car so late?" Andy asked curiously.

When Andy first arrived at the platform, he saw this round-faced boy, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance.

The reason why Andy can remember it is because the round-faced boy kept a toad as a pet.

Simply powerful!

Doesn't he feel disgusted?

"I, my memory is not very good, my grandma said a lot to me..."

Speaking of this, the round-faced boy was stunned, "It's over, I have forgotten what my grandma told me!"

Andy: "..."

Hermione: "..."

"My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, how about you?" Hermione greeted first.

"Neville, Neville Longbottom!" Neville's whole body trembled violently, and his tone seemed extraordinarily nervous.

This is being locked up by the family, right?

Andy said, "My name is Andy Collins, you can call me Andy."

"H-Hello, Andy." Neville said quickly.

After the three greeted each other, Hermione continued to read, and Andy continued to take a nap with his eyes closed. Only Neville seemed particularly embarrassed. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

woohoo-

The train moved slowly, and Andy opened his eyes to look at the constantly receding scenery outside the window.

Hogwarts, here I come.

Seeing Andy's eyes open, Neville seemed to be suddenly saved from drowning, and his words seemed to be yelling, "Andy, which college do you want to go to?"

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and Neville's face turned red.

In a word, it seemed that his courage had been exhausted.

"Ravenclaw! Or Hufflepuff or Slytherin, whatever, as long as you're not Gryffindor." Andy was lazy and his tone was very casual.

Hermione glared at this, and Neville seemed a little unhappy too.

What's wrong with you, my great Gryffindor?

It was Neville's dream to be in Gryffindor.

His parents both graduated from Gryffindor, and his grandmother even told him that if he couldn't get into Gryffindor, he didn't have to go home.

Forget about Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, how dare you rank Slytherin above Gryffindor.

Where is my sword?