Batman's Owl Godfather

Bruce certainly did not agree to Gryffindor's request.

Although the old woman Ravenclaw was often unreliable, the spells she taught Bruce about dreams did help him a lot.

Besides, Gryffindor's style was not very suitable for Bruce.

Holding a sword in one hand and a wand in the other, isn't this just a reckless man?

Bruce is a wise general.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Gryffindor."

Bruce declined, "But I have a deep relationship with Ms. Rowena as a teacher and apprentice. She has always been the person I respect the most, so I can't accept your invitation."

"Hahaha! I think so too."

Gryffindor laughed heartily, "I'm just talking, don't think I'm presumptuous."

"Hahaha, no." Bruce laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, it's time to talk about business, Bruce, I came here this time to ask you for help with something."

Gryffindor didn't care whether Batboy agreed or not, and said directly, "I want you to be my coach once, and help me select a few successors."

Bruce frowned.

Help Gryffindor select the heir?

No, why doesn't he do this kind of thing himself!

...

When Hermione and her group walked around the Burrow and finally found George and Fred at the back door, they were sticking their butts out, concentrating on doing something.

"Hmm!"

Ron quietly walked behind them and coughed loudly on purpose.

George and Fred jumped up suddenly, like a dark wizard caught by the Auror, but when they found out it was Ron, they immediately pulled their faces down.

"Ron?" Fred said in a bad tone, "Is it interesting?"

They approached Ron step by step, and the freckled boy finally realized that something was wrong.

"Stop! Stop! I said stop! Don't get any closer!" Ron's tone was firm and pleading, "I'm your brother!"

"Too late!"

George waved the wand in his hand, and Ron suddenly froze in place, burped, and then vomited involuntarily.

"Ugh--"

He vomited a lot, and slugs fell out of his mouth one after another.

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

George snorted coldly, and the resentment of being wronged before finally dissipated a lot.

It's really a good thing to have a younger brother.

At this time, Hermione, who had been watching, suddenly approached Fred, stretched out her hand, and snatched something from Fred's hand.

It was a long flesh-colored string, and I don't know what it was used for.

"Ouch!" Fred realized it later and said quickly, "Good Hermione, give that thing back to me!"

"What is this?" Hermione carefully observed the flesh-colored string, which didn't look like a serious thing.

Fred and George looked at each other and decided to tell the truth.

"This is a telescopic ear, which we invented, and it's still in the experimental stage."

George said, "When using it, put one end into the ear of a person and the other end into the room you want to eavesdrop on, and you can clearly hear the conversation on the other side of the door, as clear as if it were right next to you."

Hermione understood immediately.

"So you want to use this thing to eavesdrop on the conversation between Bruce and Gryffindor?"

"Hmm." Fred relaxed his shoulders, "What else can we do with it?"

"I see." Hermione nodded, "Then I'll temporarily requisition this thing."

After that, she turned around and walked to where they were just now, regardless of whether George and Fred agreed or not.

For some reason, this domineering style actually had some shadows of Katum.

Hermione stood downstairs and looked up, just in time to see the window of Bruce's room. She stretched out the telescopic ear, and the flesh-colored thin line crawled along the wall until it reached the bottom of the window.

Intermittent sounds came over with the telescopic ear.

George and Fred also wanted to eavesdrop, and everyone could use the telescopic ear. They didn't care, but just hurried to Hermione's side and listened to the sound in the telescopic ear.

Others quickly gathered around, except Ron, who was still vomiting.

The first voice they heard was Bruce's.

"But why me?"

Gryffindor then began to speak: "Because you are the most suitable, you are the same age as them, and you have been taught by Ravenclaw."

Bruce was taught by Ravenclaw! ?

The eavesdropping little wizards immediately showed strange expressions.

Bruce hid it very well, and never told them about such a good thing!

"Too much!"

Hermione frowned and said, "Bruce must have learned a lot of powerful spells from Ravenclaw, but he didn't teach me any of them!"

It's okay if he doesn't teach others, but she is his sister, how can she not teach?

Others didn't say anything, they were not Bruce's relatives, and there was no reason to point fingers.

The sound continued to come from the telescopic ear, it was Gryffindor who was talking.

"In short, you can help me observe carefully. If there is a suitable candidate, I hope you can duel with them once!"

Gryffindor said, "You can grasp the feeling of this duel yourself. If there is a little wizard who you think has the potential for dueling, just recommend him to me. Maybe he is the successor I am waiting for!"

Successor?

Gryffindor's heir!

At this moment, the eavesdropping little wizards all covered their mouths, afraid to make any sound.

Did they hear it right? Gryffindor was going to choose a heir, and let Bruce be the examiner!

They looked at each other, unable to believe what they heard.

Then Bruce's voice continued to come: "I have another question, how big is the scope of the screening? The whole Hogwarts, or just Gryffindor?"

"There is no scope."

Gryffindor said, "Even students from other schools are fine!"

Don't!

The eavesdropping little wizards were so anxious that they almost jumped up and down.

Why make the scope so large! Can't it be limited to Gryffindor College?

Everyone who eavesdropped, but they are all from Gryffindor College!

Fat water should not flow into the fields of outsiders!

"Okay, I know." They heard Bruce say this at the end, "Mr. Gryffindor, I will help you pay attention."

The conversation ended, and the little wizards heard the sound of the door opening. It seemed that they had left the room and were preparing to go downstairs.

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There was no need to continue eavesdropping.

"I'll give it to you." Hermione threw the retractable ear to Fred. "This prop is not limited to pranks. It's very intrusive to other people's privacy. You'd better go to the Ministry of Magic to register it."

"Hehe, we will."

Fred put the retractable ear in his pocket and turned around. Ron was still vomiting there.

He took out his wand and tapped it lightly, and Ron's vomiting finally stopped.

"Don't tell mom and dad." Fred warned, "Otherwise, I will also report you. Don't forget the magazine you bought!"

"You..."

Ron wanted to cry but had no tears. He was worried about them before, but he was treated like this in return.

At this time, several little wizards were ready to return to the Burrow.

On the way, they couldn't help but start discussing what they had just heard.

"What do you think is the standard of Gryffindor?" Hermione spoke first.

"What standard?" Ron asked puzzled.

He didn't hear anything just now.

"I think it should be in line with the temperament of Gryffindor College." Harry answered confidently, "Just like the qualities that Gryffindor College taught us!"

Brave, just, always full of fighting spirit!

"Why is it related to Gryffindor again?" Ron was still asking.

"Then only the Sorting Hat knows best."

George shook his head, "I think it's not that troublesome. It's actually very simple to get Gryffindor's approval!"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Look, Mr. Gryffindor chose Bruce as his examiner."

Fred almost immediately understood what George meant. He said, "In that case, isn't it enough to just beat Bruce?"

I have to say that this view is indeed very reasonable.

For a moment, the other little wizards felt like the clouds had been cleared and the sun had been opened.

Only Ron kept asking, "Why fight with Bruce?"

Fred didn't want to answer him, so he cast a spell, and Ron's tongue was automatically tied.

No one could bother them now.

The other little wizards walked all the way to the Burrow, thinking about their own thoughts all the way.

Challenging Bruce is definitely a feasible way. Didn't Gryffindor say that Bruce is the heir of Ravenclaw?

In this case, if they defeated Bruce, wouldn't it prove that even without the founder's guidance, they could surpass the founder's descendants with their own talents?

If they were to add the founder's guidance, wouldn't they be able to take off?

However, there is still a difficult problem in front of them.

Everything they heard just now was heard secretly, which seemed not very honest.

If they took the initiative to challenge Bruce, wouldn't it be like confessing themselves? If Mr. Gryffindor saw it, would he deny them because of this?

No, they must not show any sign of it. They know about the selection of descendants!

"Bruce has to challenge me unintentionally."

Hermione thought, "But what reason should I use? Or should I say that I want to test Bruce's achievements during this period? No, I haven't said anything like this before. Would it be strange to say it suddenly?"

Miss Know-it-all has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder and wants to do things perfectly.

But if it were someone else, there would be no such concern.

George and Fred walked into the door of the Burrow in a threatening manner. They pushed each other along the way, fearing that they would fall behind each other.

When they entered the Burrow, Bruce and Gryffindor just walked down the stairs.

Suddenly, Fred took the lead, pretending to trip accidentally, stumbled, and rushed towards Bruce.

"Be careful!"

Bruce stretched out his hand to catch Fred and prevent him from falling, but Fred slapped his hand away and rushed to the ground.

"What are you..."

Bruce touched the back of his head and felt a little puzzled. He opened his mouth to ask about the situation, but was covered by Fred.

"Don't talk!"

Fred said mysteriously, "Do you have the urge to hit me now?"