A bizarre adventure at Hogwarts

In fact, life at Hogwarts doesn’t have to be much better than the average school.

Joshua finally discovered a universal truth: no matter which country or that school, there will be such an abhorrent thing as homework.

Professor Binns, who teaches the history of magic, is a ghost, and it is said that Professor Binns fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the faculty lounge, and forgot to bring his body with him when he went to class the next morning, thus becoming a ghost, and it is estimated that this strange teacher can only be found at Hogwarts.

Similar to his boring lectures, he also left smelly and long homework for students.

I really don’t know what the hell it is to leave homework for students on the first day of school….

Also making Joshua feel anxious was the constantly changing and manipulating staircases in the school, perhaps Dumbledore found these things interesting, otherwise the teachers would definitely spell these stairs to keep them from moving.

In the morning, Joshua was rushing to the classroom with Harry Ron when he encountered such a stubble incident.

Harry and Ron just walked into the corridor on the front foot, and the back foot stairs took Joshua who was still on the stairs away, and the two people standing in the corridor were speechless, just watching Joshua just be sent to the closed gate on the fourth floor, and it was good that the janitor Filch was also there!

“Eh… Mr… You see, I’m being by… It was brought here by the stairs…” Joshua couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It has already fallen into the hands of others, and before this relationship is established, I will wipe a handful of into my crotch, and this stain on life can really not be washed….

But Filch was surprisingly good at talking, “Of course, I saw how you got here.” ”

His skinny cat named Lady Felice paced slowly and rubbed his head on Filch’s dirty trouser leg, and if it hadn’t meowed, Joshua would have thought that this scrawny, gray-colored thing was a ghost-like magical creature….

“You Gryffindor first-year students should be taking classes from this side now…” Filch even kindly showed Joshua the way he was going to class, and then showed his big yellow teeth, “Oh yes, my office is on the first floor… Remember to come and play ~ Mr. Joestar….”

The foreword is withdrawn, this Mr. Filch with a slight Mediterranean is really not a good stubble.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Joshua told his two friends about it.

The senior students were still in class, and only first-year students were here in the common room, but most of them didn’t pay attention to Joshua’s conversation, just to deal with the homework left by Professor Binns was enough to annoy them.

“I think you’re going to be out of luck…”

Ron subconsciously thrust his yellowed quill back and forth in the inkwell, not even knowing that the ink dripped on the table.

“I used to listen to Fred accuse me of Filch’s bad deeds during my holidays, and he spoke as if he were one of those innocent wizards persecuted in the Middle World, and Filch often played the role of those ignorant Muggles… Of course, this is also in line with his Squib status…”

“Dumb… What is a Squib? The more he stayed with the gang, the more Harry found his knowledge poor. Compared to Joshua, who seemed to know a little about everything around him, he was like the ignorant Muggle….

Joshua had a quill in his mouth—the kind that didn’t dip in ink, of course—and relaxed his body on the table, his eyes wandering to the ceiling, “Well, a squib, as the name suggests, is a shell that doesn’t sound… People who were obviously born in a wizarding family, but can’t even release a simple fluorescent flash…”

“I think you have a rough idea of those ridiculous bloodlines in the wizarding world… For wizarding families… Giving birth to a squib is simply …”

“Shame?”

Hermione, who was sitting not far away, replied to Joshua, compared to the lively communication of the trio here, Hermione lying on the table alone and doing homework was really distressing.

“What are you talking back for? Our good student Miss Hermione! Oh no~ lovely Miss Granger! It’s time for you to write your homework! ”

Ron turned his head and replied to Hermione with a displeased face.

This has to be said to talk about this morning’s class, Hermione endlessly raised her hand to answer questions to add an unknown number of points to her impression in the hearts of the teachers, but at the same time it also brought corresponding trouble – it seems that no one wants to go to school with Granger, the “good student of all trades”.

Although the young wizards of the country didn’t know what pretending was, Hermione’s enthusiasm when answering questions in class really bored them.

Ron is one of them.

(Suddenly I found that I didn’t have a saved manuscript…) The big guys ask for a little evaluation ticket flowers… ）