[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Wizarding World Observer Report

Wolverine knows exactly how much he weighs—in a physical sense.

Song Xin choked up and said, "I, I'm fine, my bones... are hard!"

Logan said: "..."

Logan patted Song Xin's shoulder helplessly, and Song Xin sniffled vigorously, sticking to Logan's back.

The hall of the Ministry of Magic is huge, with a high ceiling, and Selina's singing is wafting from the golden fountain. The staff wear all kinds of robes of the Ministry of Magic, and they are in a hurry, but they are peaceful.

An African-American wizard saw Neville and greeted him with a smile, "Neville, how are you doing?"

Neville smiled and said, "Not bad, Dean, long time no see."

Qin asked suspiciously, "Someone you know?"

Neville said mildly, "Yeah, schoolmates - in fact, almost everyone here is alumni of our school. You'll see."

Brilliant sunlight shone through the rococo skylight, a dozen carbon papers flew through the air, and pale yellow paper airplanes passed through the lobby and entered the elevator through the gap.

Song Xin forgot about the pain, and opened her eyes wide in the face of this completely different but similar society.

People passing by took the latest iPhone and walked past them on the phone: "Yes, the printer is broken, and Muggle industrial products are just unreliable... Maybe they need to be repaired. I really don't want to deal with it, but think about it, at least it's better than arguing with the goblin while slapping the table..."

Song Xin grabbed Logan's leather jacket and raised her eyes to the ceiling. Colorful paper airplanes were flying on the huge arched dome, just like the poetry of the golden age, climbing rose vines.

"It wasn't so good before." Neville said, "Don't look at how beautiful it is now, it wasn't like this before... We had a dark time before, but everything is developing in a good direction. Our magical world is Go forward."

A witch with fluffy hair next to her folded a pink paper airplane, tapped it with her magic wand, and said softly, "To Arthur Weasley, Department of Misuse of Muggle Substances."

The paper airplane flapped its wings and squeezed into the elevator.

Song Xin lowered her head and saw a line of words engraved on the bottom of the golden fountain: 'Magicis Might'.

Song Xin read suspiciously: "Magic is power...?"

Neville smiled and said: "It's a trace left over from that dark age, when it meant 'magic is power', and we kept it when we rebuilt the Ministry of Magic to remind ourselves of our arrogance."

Neville Longbottom said: "—Now, we prefer to understand the Might in it as 'thousands of possibilities, and obligations'. The times are different."

The golden sun shone down from the dome of the Ministry of Magic, peaceful, tolerant, as if filled with a million, they said, possibilities.

There is an elevator in the Ministry of Magic.But just like what Song Xin thought, there is no technology, no mathematics—there is no electronic facility in this building. It is said that even the signal towers of e and O2 (the British telecom operator) were installed after the collective protest of the Ministry of Magic staff. Up.

Song Xin and his group squeezed into the elevator, and a sodden witch complained, "It's raining in my office today! Sooner or later, I'll complain to the bastards at the Magic Maintenance Department who are looking for revenge... "

Draco sneered: "Pansy, did you get stuck in their paperwork again?"

The witch said angrily, "That's my job! They actually waited for an opportunity to retaliate. I didn't even have time to use the fire and water spell, and all the documents on the table were destroyed."

Neville said kindly, "You can try the drying spell."

Pansy Perkins said, "Let me try, are you here to take the Hogwarts exchange folks for registration?"

Neville nodded, and Pansy sighed, "...you are still the same, Neville. They have to go to the fifth basement floor to register. There is the International Department, and the third basement floor is for accidents and disasters..."

Neville nodded as if waking up from a dream, and Pansy Perkins pressed the elevator for him, and then the elevator slammed to a stop on the first basement floor.

The warm female voice in the elevator reported: "Fourth floor, Department of Magical Transportation, including Floo Network Administration, Broomstick Administration, Portkey Office and Apparition Test Center."

The grille door of the elevator opened with a click, and there was a tall and thin young man standing outside the elevator, wearing a pair of round-frame glasses, who was stunned facing the acquaintances in the elevator: "...Are we having a class reunion?"

Draco: "Pote, long time no see."

The young man opposite: "..."

The young man snorted through his nose, and then said friendly to the group of them: "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, and welcome to my alma mater, Hogwarts. During your stay here, our Auror Office will be in charge of you." safety. I'm Harry Potter from the Auror Office."

Song Xin and his party shook hands with him one by one. The young man's palm was warm, and his face was young and firm.

Neville explained: "This is the outstanding graduate of our class I mentioned to you, but he is more commonly known as the Savior, the Boy Who Lived...Of course, this is another story. "

……

The elevator dinged to the fifth basement floor, Harry Potter said goodbye to them with a smile, and Song Xin followed Logan out step by step.

Their registration process went very smoothly. Song Xin was used to the pen that she could write by herself, and the forms that would be automatically distributed with a wave of her magic wand. Logan was not surprised by this at all—after all, he had seen more unscientific things.

The staff of the International Department wore gray robes. After putting away the forms, they said nonchalantly, "Welcome to the British wizarding world."

Song Xin keenly noticed that their attitudes were a bit indescribably subtle. She contacted the two different attitudes of the officials to the matter of 'their visit' that Draco had mentioned before, and vaguely guessed that this department probably The attitude of this academic exchange is relatively negative.

What surprised Song Xin was that this organization, which had lasted for hundreds of years and was formerly a wizarding court, had not been discovered by Muggles for so many years, thanks to their strict secrecy laws and iron-blooded and iron-fisted execution.

Neville explained on the way to send them to the station: "The secrecy for so many years, we have learned it in the History of Magic class when we were in school, its success is due to two aspects: First, wizards and ordinary people have been distinct from ancient times Two groups, two, and we wizards have always been somewhat organized."

"On the contrary, you mutants," Draco said lazily, "have only been around for a short time, and you were born out of Muggles, and you still have varying degrees of fascination with Muggle society, so you can only be exposed to this— "

Draco pointed to the bustling city streets outside the car window, and said to them: "——exposed to this society, and then being ostracized and hated, maybe one day we will be slaughtered like us in the Middle Ages."

Song Xin whispered: "...Don't be so pessimistic. In the Middle Ages, legislation was not clear enough, and there were still many gaps in customary law. Today's society has a sound legal system..."

Logan said calmly: "You are right."

Song Xin said with a smile, "Of course! My sophomore minor in Western Legal History is an A, and the thesis is well written..."

"I didn't say you." Logan pointed to Draco: "—I said he was right."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin suddenly felt a sense of disappointment that she failed to pretend to be a girl and was robbed of the limelight by others.

However, Logan didn't continue talking, and looked out the window indifferently.

But Logan's affirmation made Song Xin very concerned.Song Xin wondered, can people really be so bad?

There is a lot of traffic outside the window, and everyone looks so ordinary. Since the Middle Ages, the pattern of this society has changed: this is a society that will give up seats to grandmothers on the bus, distribute food to beggars, and there will always be volunteers in welfare homes. in and out of society.

There must be bad people in this society, but such a bad thing should not happen.

Song Xin rested her fingers on the car window, mist formed around her slender fingers, there was only a layer of glass separating her from the busy world outside the window, but that layer of glass actually existed.

……

The fields of England are verdant, and a steam train gallops through the countryside.

Harry Potter huddled in a private room with Jean and Logan, and said with a nostalgic smile: "I haven't been on this express train for five or six years."

The witch pushed the trolley by. Song Xin saw all kinds of snacks on the trolley, which she had never seen before, and immediately took out the gold gallon that she had exchanged in the morning, bought two bags of the same, and returned with a mountain in her arms. car.

Logan: "..."

Qin Gray: "...Song Xin, can you finish eating?"

Song Xin slammed the mountain on the table and said proudly, "Is there anything I can't eat?"

Jean laughed.

Harry also laughed and said, "I bought a lot when I went to school for the first time, and my friends ate it with me. I really miss it."

Song Xin also said with a smile: "You can eat whatever you want! Actually, I didn't buy it for myself!"

Draco picked up a box of chocolate frogs and said to Song Xin, "This should be the best one, here."

Song Xin said gratefully, "Thank you!"

Harry Potter disapproved: "Malfoy, you—"

Draco Malfoy said, "Shut up!"

Song Xin immediately unwrapped the package, and before Harry stopped him, the frog in the chocolate frog wrapper jumped out with a loud croak.

Song Xin's voice trembled: "Wo, Wocao..."

Draco Malfoy said harshly, "Come on."

The chocolate frog is made extremely realistic, it follows the movement rules of muscles even when it jumps, it has every feature of frogs in the chordate phylum, amphibians, anurans, the chocolate frog has smooth skin, and it can shake, which is enough to scare every girl cry bitterly.

Logan frowned, as if he wanted to help her grab the chocolate, for fear of scaring Song Xin.Unexpectedly, however, Song Xin slapped the frog with a slap.

Logan: "..."

Song Xin pressed the frog, bitterly saying: "Your magic world is really living in dire straits."

Draco: "..."

Song Xin said compassionately: "In the factories of the Muggle world, every industrial product is dedicated to making life more convenient. Instant noodles only need to be added with water, and the manufacturer even wants to unpack the seasoning packets for you and put them in the noodle bucket; The Muggles invented the dishwasher and the cooking machine, and when you want to heat up a Muggle instant can, you only need to poke it on the edge..."

"Even a chocolate frog in your magical world," Song Xin pinched the trembling frog, "—is struggling to escape."

Three big men in the magic world: "..."

Song Xin pinched the trembling chocolate frog and looked at it, then bit off the frog's head.

"Something to eat." Song Xin asked complicatedly, "Draco, are you trying to scare me with this?"

Draco: "I didn't—"

"Unfortunately, you miscalculated." The chocolate frog leg in Song Xin's hand twitched, she wiped her mouth and said, "My mother is from Cantonese."

……

As the night fell, the white rain covered the land, and the villages in the distance lit up with dim lights in the dark night, and the window glass was full of water droplets.

Harry Potter leaned against the door of the cubicle, and said with a smile: "Usually, we have started to change school uniforms at this time, but now we don't need to."

Draco groaned, "Change your school uniform, I still remember when you were in sixth grade I beat you to the floor of the cubicle and sent you back to King's Cross Station."

Harry Potter's smile remained the same: "I also remember being turned into a skunk by Moody to dance in the fourth grade, Draco. At that time, you were probably the cutest 20 minutes of your 10 years."

Draco was very angry immediately: "I was turned into a ferret by Mad-Eye Moody! Not a skunk..."

Song Xin took apart a crucible cake, and did not hear the two of them quarreling.

Then in the next second, the two of them pulled out their wands abruptly, and the two lights collided with a chirp! —— Song Xin was so frightened that the cake dropped.

"Harry, you've made great progress." Neville admired sincerely, "I still remember how constipated you were when you were learning silent spells at Hogwarts, and it's already so bad now."

Harry coughed. "That's all in the past, Neville."

…………

……

The steam locomotive whistled and came to a halt on the platform, while the English drizzle wet the wheat fields and darkened the moat in the rain.

There are only two small boats floating on the river bank, and a giant with a lamp.

Song Xin dragged the suitcase, and it was especially difficult to walk in the rain. She freed one hand to hold the umbrella, which was painted with kindergarten-style pink and yellow Xiongji lines. of boxes.

Song Xin was used to being embarrassed, she walked a few steps forward, and the trolley box behind her seemed to be sitting somersaulting.

Logan looked at the umbrella and said, "Little friend, bring the suitcase."

Song Xin's ears turned red all of a sudden, Wolverine took the box from Song Xin's hand, dragged it a few times, then pushed the lever back, and lifted the whole box up.

Wolverine said, "You're so disturbing."

Song Xin narrowed her eyes with a smile, and even her dimples came out, then she opened the colorful umbrella and said happily: "You say that, it shows that you don't know me well enough, I'm actually reliable! It's just that I'm unlucky every day, people can't find my trustworthiness..."

Logan smiled, poked Song Xin with his finger, and Song Xin walked forward with a smile.

The black moat shattered the lights, and the sparkling river surface seemed to be scattered with stars in the night sky. When the rain fell, the ripples turned into nebulae.

The giant had a gentle face and a gray beard, holding a huge lamp, and smiled at them, "Please come with me."

Song Xin's pink bubbles fluttered around, but she kept her eyes open and peeked in Qin Gree's direction. Qin was carrying a travel bag and stepped on six-centimeter shoes, but she still walked steadily. Overwhelming, no need for help from others.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin's first reaction was that she really wanted to marry such a big sister, but her second reaction was that she felt that she was really hopeless.

Wolverine has all the arrows in the comics, all the girlfriends—whether it’s Silver Fox, Viper, or even Jean Gray, he is the type who prefers Yujie and is full of aura.

Although not all of Stan Lee's paintings are true, but when the assimilation is so serious, this is a very important reference standard.

Song Xin thought of the phone call she had with her mother late at night, and felt that she could basically stamp that she was about to break up in love. Whether it was psychologically or physically, she was far from the word Yujie—even if the person with the single arrow was right next to her. Carrying the bag for herself, Song Xin also felt a sense of poverty alleviation.

Poverty alleviation!Help the poor!

Logan asked casually: "What's wrong? The expression is so tangled?"

Song Xin ran away from home again, she said very sadly: "I was thinking... how sad it is to help the poor."

Logan: "...?"

Song Xin froze, and immediately realized that she had to change the subject, she asked, "Do you want to ask what poverty alleviation is?"

Logan: "..."

Song Xin thought for a while and said rigorously: "Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully! Poverty alleviation is an important means to reach the primary stage of socialism and a requirement for building a well-off society in an all-round way! The keynote is precise poverty alleviation, we must focus on the six precisions, adhere to the advantages of China's system, and adapt measures to local conditions and individual conditions."

Logan: "You talk a lot."

Song Xin nodded happily and said, "Thank you, it's what I should do."

…………

……

In the singing of the ethereal mermaid, the boat rowed across the moat in the rain at night and entered the ancient Hogwarts.

The giant stood at the prow, the dim light of the lantern in his hand flickering on and off—the ship passed through the gates of the castle and stopped at the little pier.

Song Xin looked at the pier curiously. Standing in front of the pier was a tall, thin, aged woman with undiminished charm. She was wearing a black old-fashioned long dress, her hair was pulled up high, and she had a capable and powerful aura.

As soon as Neville saw her, he was a little timid, and shrank back subconsciously.

Harry waved to the woman with a smile, and shouted, "Professor McGonagall!"

When the boat docked, the giant went up to the pier with a lantern and helped everyone carry their luggage up.

Professor McGonagall looked like a strict woman, and said to everyone: "Hi everyone, welcome to Hogwarts. I am the current principal of this school, and I am also in charge of teaching Transfiguration."

Song Xin asked in surprise, "Are you the teacher who wrote...that book?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Song Xin approvingly, and nodded: "Transfiguration: From Getting Started to Abandoning"——yes. Lihen Bookstore has it, but I don't recommend you to buy it, because that book is not rigorous enough."

Song Xin immediately fell in love with this teacher. Teachers who can say such words are mostly serious, strict and true. They happen to be the type of teachers Song Xin likes the most and are also the type of teachers who can get along with them the most.

Professor McGonagall pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, and said in a slightly relaxed tone: "During the time you are here, please treat Hogwarts as your own home, but before leading you into the castle, I have a few things to pay attention to. It must be explained to everyone.”

"First of all, most of the dormitories in our colleges have been empty because of the holiday." Professor McGonagall said: "Everyone can freely choose where to live. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are both towers, and Slater The forest is at the bottom of the lake, and Hufflepuff is special - next to the kitchen. The house elves in our castle are very hospitable, you just need to tell them what you want to eat."

Harry whispered: "The Slytherin common room is stinky, don't go there..."

Draco was furious: "Your Gryffindor common room tower is full of bird droppings!"

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Veins twitched on Professor McGonagall's forehead: "The Forbidden Forest next to the hut is a forbidden area, no matter how capable you are... Mutants, right? You should also be afraid of the things there. Other than that, any place in our school is forbidden. You are welcome. Our access control is at [-] pm, if you want to go out for a stroll, please return to the castle before [-] pm."

Harry proudly said: "I can recite these school rules backwards..."

Professor McGonagall said coldly: "Potter, I'm telling you this."

Harry: "..."

The food at Hogwarts is the best that Song Xin has seen in the school, and it is also the only ray of light that Song Xin sees in the magic world, the light of magic—the food at Hogwarts.

In the canteens of this world, the stir-fried vegetables may be very unpalatable, but they must be very good at dressing vegetables as meat.The potatoes in the canteen twice-cooked pork will always look like meat, and the fat will look like potatoes; the potatoes in the potato beef stew must have the appearance of meat, but the heart of a sprouted green potato.

But at Hogwarts, meat is meat, vegetables are vegetables, and desserts are desserts, and even cheese is not cut corners!

Song Xin was very moved.

The dining room at Hogwarts was brightly lit, candles floated past her, and the dome was enchanted, creating a bright starry sky.A group of Hogwarts teachers sat at the long table above to eat.

……

After the meal, Neville started to take charge of the statistics of the accommodation, he chattered on and on:

"I recommend you to live in Gryffindor Tower... Although Ravenclaw has a beautiful view, it is very, very difficult to enter their dormitory..."

Song Xin didn't listen, the lights in the dining room were warm and dim, she wondered where Wolverine would live, maybe he would live in the same dormitory with Qin Gray... Song Xin fell into it immediately, should I be thick? Cheeky joined their entanglement.

If she insisted on getting involved, she would feel very pitiful; but if she didn't get involved, Song Xin would feel very sad.

——This feels like fighting a war that is destined not to be won.

No matter what Song Xin thought, she felt that such an ordinary self would not have any possibility.

But there was another small voice in my heart saying: Why don't you try?How can you retreat in fear of difficulties without even trying?

Don't be so pessimistic, the small voice murmured hopefully again.Maybe, maybe, Song Xin, it's not impossible.

--maybe.Song Xin thought sadly.These three words are full of possibility, but also full of sadness.

Neville poked Song Xin and asked with a smile, "Xiao Song? Where do you want to go? Do you want to invest in Gryffindor Tower?"

Song Xin whispered: "...I, I'll be tangled up again..."

Song Xin made up her mind to let Wolverine make the decision first, and then stick to it like a follower. At most, she would deny it with a few words, "I just want to sleep in the basement", "I just want to sleep next to the kitchen"... It's no big deal, not at all. Not poor, she thought.

Jean Gray smiled and said, "I'll just sleep over Hufflepuff's side. I'm very curious about their little garden."

When Song Xin heard this, she thought she was going to go to the kitchen... the kitchen was also very nice, she thought, maybe she could make friends with the house-elf.

But right after, Song Xin heard Wolverine's answer:

"I..." Logan thought for a while, and said, "I'll just sleep in the Gryffindor Tower."

Song Xin: "...Huh?!"

The author has something to say: Thank you Xia Yu for the nutrient solution, landmines, and grenades QAQ! ! !Thank you for the all-round and multi-dimensional feeding! !

Thanks to Mo Qinglan and Hanamura Xiaobawang for their mines=3=~!

I'm really working hard today... It's actually 6000 days...! ! !Praise me, praise me!

Of course I'm sleepy too... Good night, good night QAQ I may make some minor revisions during the day...