I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

[You have obtained a magic wand of your own, the time-limited task is completed, and the magic index is +1. 】

After Lynn paid the cost of Ollivander's nine Galleons, the system immediately sounded a prompt for the completion of the mission.

Compared with other magic talent points, the change after the increase of the magic index points makes Lynn feel more obvious.

Something in his body was like a slender seedling before, but now it suddenly grows into the size of a small tree, as if it had eaten gold rubbish.

Although he is still young, he is much more similar than before.

Those things should be magic.

After completing a time-limited task, Lynn skillfully turned the wand around his fingertips, and then gently stroked the smooth and straight body of the wand. The slightly cold touch made him feel good.

After leaving Ollivander's wand shop, Lynn bought enough Hogwarts textbooks and books recommended by some shop clerks for beginners in magic.

There were a lot of books, but they offered free shipping. Lynn left his home address, and the manager of the bookstore promised that the owl would deliver it to him within a week.

After that, there are some other utensils, such as crucibles, etc. The shops provide free shipping for owls, which is convenient for wizards, but they don't think of owls as human beings.

Hmm... It seems that there is no need to treat it as a person.

In the end, all he had left was the Hogwarts robe.

But this kind of thing needs to be tailor-made on the spot. After Lynn cooperates with the measurement, it will take a while for the clothes to be made. He has nothing to do, so he went out and squatted in front of the magical animal pet store next to him, teasing a look Up sullen owl.

"Are you a freshman at Hogwarts this year? Are you interested in buying an owl as a pet?" A clerk was chattering to Lynn about their magical beasts.

"Although this owl looks a bit introverted on the outside, its parents are both common owls in Hogwarts, and they are of good blood. After birth, they have been carefully trained by the trainers in our store. It is definitely an excellent one. Wizard mate."

Lynn gently touched the sharp beak of the owl, which is said to be of good blood, with his fingers. The owl shrank its neckless head and stared at him with dissatisfaction.

"It doesn't seem to like me very much." Lynn spread his hands, "and I have no plans to keep a pet."

Just when he was about to get up and go back to check the progress of the school robe production, he suddenly heard a small soft and cute voice.

"Na! Na Na!"

Lynn turned to look at the source of the sound.

It was a pure white hamster, about the size of a fist, with a round body. It was lying between the bars of the cage and looked at him with a pair of small black eyes, looking very cute.

Lynn was amused by its sound, and he crouched down again in front of the hamster's cage, smiling happily.

"As soon as you speak, you know it's an old two-dimensional."

"Hey?"

The hamster tilted his head to look at him, as if wondering what he had said.

"What kind of magical animal is this?" Lynn asked the clerk, pointing to the hamster.

The clerk of the pet store didn't seem to know the origin of this thing.

Its ancestors have relatives who cooperated with Merlin to do magic experiments, and it is a proper noble blood.

Lynn got up immediately and expressed whether he liked to sell it or not, and he only made one Galleon at most.

And then... the hamster is his.

Holding the hamster cage, Lynn shook it in front of his eyes. The hamster was not afraid, and blinked at its new owner.

He really had no plans to keep a pet, but the rat's voice reminded him of something in his previous life.

It was a fate, so Lynn bought it.

"Since I've decided to raise you, it's time to give you a name..." Lynn raised his head and thought for a while.

"Since you are an old two-dimensional, how about being called Xiaobu?"

"Na! Na Na!"

Xiaobu's response couldn't tell whether it was approval or rejection, but its name was given by its master just like that.

Lynn took Xiaobu back to the robe shop, and Mrs. Mokin had already prepared her school robes and was waiting for him.

"Child, come and try it out and see what else needs to be modified."

He changed into his robes and looked in the mirror shyly.

Still so handsome, whether it's normal clothes or wizard's clothes, he is very high-end by his looks.

"Thank you Mrs. I'm very satisfied." Lynn said to Mrs. Mulkin, "Can I stay here for a while? Professor Fox and I agreed that I should wait for him here."

Mrs. Mokin helped him wrap the robe: "Of course children."

He didn't sit still, casually opened a Hogwarts textbook, and opened it roughly.

From the professional point of view of Lynn's previous life, the writing of the textbook on spells in his hand is really not very good.

But judging from the use of magic by wizards, such a situation is indeed excusable.

After all, learning magic is not something that can be dealt with by memorizing.

Just like the art students in high school, whether it is art or music, they need professional teachers to provide guidance, rather than being able to learn it by themselves alone.

However, there are also some simple spells that can be learned just by reading a book, at least in Lynn's view, it is not difficult.

"What happened today? How could so many goblins come out of Gringotts?"

Mrs. Malkin's whispered self-talk caught Lynn's attention.

He looked out the window at the long street of Diagon Alley. There were many ugly-looking, small humanoids patrolling around.

They wear Gringotts' characteristic uniforms, with serious expressions and quick steps

As if chasing someone.

...

Coote is the head of department at Gringotts UK's Diagon Alley branch.

He is in a very bad mood now.

Because just not long ago, Gringotts was thieves.

Yes, Gringotts can also be thieves, although rare, but not surprising.

What was lost this time is not important, but the nature of this matter is very bad. If it is not handled properly, it will have a great impact on the reputation of Gringotts, and even the reputation of the goblins.

"We lost him, sir." The goblin with his subordinates came back to report to him.

Kurt's already ugly face suddenly became even uglier, like a broken orange.

"You'd better tell me some good news now, or I'll give you some bad news that you don't want to hear right away." Kurt looked at his subordinate coldly, showing no mercy at all.

The goblin was very nervous. He stammered and said, "We saw his face in the process of chasing him, and a goblin recognized who he was."

"Who is it?" Kurt's spirit was shocked, but he still had something to gain.

"Hans Johnson."

Kurt has no impression of people: "Who is he?"

The goblin swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"He is the owner of the stolen treasure."

Kurt looked at his subordinates as if he was really looking at a brainless troll: "Will he come to steal his own things?"

"Not only that, but in our records, this Hans Johnson died of old age nine years ago."

"Are you going to tell me it's a ghost doing a crime?" Kurt thought this was absurd.

"Could it be... a compound decoction?"

"You said that he has been dead for nine years. What kind of potion master can keep the potion for so long? And what's the point?"

He stroked his chin in thought.

After a while, he looked back at his subordinates.

"Is it possible to find something back?"

The fairy shook her head.

"That thing has almost no value, and we have no means of leaving any trace on it."

Kurt tapped the wooden table with his slender fingers.

"It is estimated that things cannot be concealed. Although the lost things are worthless, our reputation is priceless.

Be prepared to control public opinion, don't be afraid to spend money on Galleons, try to let the Daily Prophet focus on the ghosts committing crimes, and downplay the existence of Gringotts, these things should not be taught by me, you should know how to do it yourself. "

"I see."

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