Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

It didn't take long to find Professor Flitwick. The train was only so long, with only a dozen carriages. It would be easy to find the person quickly after browsing all of them. However, in order to open the door of Professor Flitwick's box, Robert and Hermione almost dismantled the entire carriage.

As expected of the Head of Ravenclaw at Hogwarts College and Professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick actually transformed the entire box into a strong fortress with various protective circles and traps. After demolishing one floor, there are still three floors left. Although there are no Dangerous, but it always makes those who want to enter rack their brains to figure out how to unlock the door.

What's more, they are a little anxious. They can't leave the president of the student union of another school outside for a whole day, right?

After spending countless brain cells, Robert and Hermione finally solved the curse outside the box. They knocked on the door politely, but there was no response at all. They pushed the door open and entered without any surprise.

The inside of the box is as exquisite as an oil painting. There is an embroidered wool carpet under the feet. There are mountains and rivers. If you look carefully, you can see that the mountains are piles of desserts, the river is flowing with wine, and the trees by the river are full of knots. There were all kinds of fresh fruits, and the two targets they were looking for were lying sprawled in the deep red wine, shouting loudly.

...So this is why neither of you showed up when the train crashed? !

When did you start getting drunk? !

Cautiously approaching the two of them, Lawrence's purple pig-headed face had long since recovered and became much fairer. The medicinal wine that looked like a bunch of nonsense could actually beautify people, but Robert still refused to drink it.

After rummaging in the bag, Robert pulled out a wooden stick and poked the professor, "Professor! Wake up!"

Hermione looked at his movements and felt that they looked familiar, but unfortunately she couldn't remember what they looked like.

Professor Flitwick snored, touched his nose, turned over, and continued to sleep.

In desperation, Robert stabbed Lawrence again.

Great, this guy is even more unresponsive.

Robert almost cursed, two drunkards!

Robert really didn't have a good way to deal with drunkards. Among the people he met who were as good at drinking as these two, they were almost the only one with no other semicolons.

He has no experience in waking up drunk people!

Fortunately, Hermione has no experience, so feel free to use it!

After making this decision...

A magic spell fell in front of the wine, and the violent vibration caused the wine to fluctuate irregularly. The two drunkards also rose and fell with the ripples of the water.

Unfortunately, it seems to be of no use.

Seeing this, Robert simply used his transformation technique to create a big drum, moved his body, and then swung the drumstick and banged it wildly.

Don't tell me, it's quite tiring to knock. After a while, Robert felt the pressure. This thing is better than running around the school castle every day to exercise!

As Robert mastered the technique, the drum sound became louder and louder, and finally the wine was affected by the sound waves, and the amplitude of the vibration became larger.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Fuck! Thunder!"

The two guys soaked in the wine accidentally sank a little. Lawrence was okay, after all, although he was addicted to wine and sex... well, not this, but the medicinal wine made him feel better!

He seemed to have grown taller, and was now a strong young man over 190 centimeters tall, so when he stood up, the wine only just covered his long legs.

Subconsciously, Professor Flitwick also stood up in a panic, and then...

"Gudu, Gudu, Gudu——"

The three students all stared blankly. They almost forgot that Professor Flitwick had goblin blood, which greatly affected his stature.

"Anyway, we'll talk about it later!" Lawrence was so frightened by Professor Flitwick that his face turned pale and he was almost sober from the wine.

The three people hurriedly went to fish for someone.

Robert had just stretched his hand to the river, and a thought flashed through his mind. Although it looked like a river, it was actually filled with wine. He wouldn't get drunk if he went down, right?

Lawrence and Hermione didn't have that scruple. Together, they rescued Professor Flitwick, who had fainted from drinking.

After another commotion, Professor Flitwick finally woke up.

"Are we here? Burp -" Mr. Professor burped loudly, and the wine dripped down his black hair. Unfortunately, the hair follicles were not in good condition and did not cover his shiny top of the head.

Robert tried hard not to look at the top of Professor Flitwick's head and asked carefully, "Professor, are you okay?"

Professor Flitwick was still a little confused, "Uh, okay..."

Over there, Hermione, who had already taken out the cauldron, quickly brewed a pot of sobering potion and handed it to Professor Flitwick, "You'd better wake up first..."

"Oh, thank you." The professor was also polite. He had heard about Hermione's talent in potions and was very confident in her. After taking a sip of the green potion, Professor Flitwick's blushing face returned to normal. He burped loudly, and the strong smell of alcohol came over him. Robert felt a little dizzy. He ran to Hermione's cauldron and scooped up a spoonful of potion and poured it into his stomach. Only then did he feel better.

Yeah, it's lemony and refreshing.

"Okay, what do you want?" Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the snack mountain and wine river disappeared, leaving no one to talk about.

Robert's mouth twitched. Your reputation as an old drunkard has already spread throughout Hogwarts, Professor! There is absolutely no need to hide it!

"The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is here to visit." Robert explained simply. "They want to associate with us, so I came here to ask the professor for your opinion."

Professor Flitwick became interested, "Beauxbatons? Why did they suddenly come to visit? By the way, is Madam Maxime here?"

"The person who came is not the headmistress, but a professor, Professor Harvey." Robert explained, "We don't know why we met them, but the train has now reached the sky above Gaul, and it is very easy to meet them. normal."

Hermione whispered, "Mr. York seemed to have said just now that we have reached the Pyrenees."

Robert nodded, so that's the case, that makes sense...wait!

He quickly looked at Hermione with a look of disbelief on his face, "What did you say? We are above the Pyrenees Mountains now?"

Hermione nodded and said helplessly, "The train went astray..."

In fact, Mr. York is lost again, right?

Robert complained in his mind, have you ever seen a full-time driver who doesn’t take a map with him when he goes out?

Mr. York is.

Great, now they need to cross the Central Plateau and then cross the Alps to reach Switzerland.

I don’t know if the train will lose control again when it climbs the hill, then they can really sing a cool song.