The Death Knell

The train journey was lackluster. With Su Ming here, he led Hermione directly into the professor's box without giving her a chance to contact Harry and the others.

The little girl was a little curious about what the Boy-Who-Lived looked like. When she got in the car just now, she heard someone exclaiming not far away, saying that they saw Potter, as if they had met a superstar.

But Su Ming told her the truth directly. Perhaps the ancient magic spell of 'love' could be learned from rune literature.

The blood and love of relatives protected Harry Potter, not because he had any immortality, but because Voldemort was careless.

If he hadn't insisted on using the killing curse on a defenseless baby in order to save trouble, but instead reached out and slowly strangled the child to death, Harry would have been cold.

It was a secret, and the professor asked her to keep it a secret, and then bought her new Chocolate Frogs and Bibi Multi-flavored Beans from the cart passing by the door.

Miss Granger was satisfied with the answer that no one else knew. She continued to hold her cat and look out the window at the green fields. Her interest in Harry Potter disappeared in an instant.

As for the professor saying that he would have the opportunity to have Odin himself teach her runes in the future...Hermione just smiled politely and thought it was because the professor was having another episode.

The magic world exists, but gods... don't exist, right?

After a few days of contact, little Hermione felt that Professor Wilson was good at everything, except that from time to time he would be a little out of his mind and say things that were incomprehensible or meaningless. Maybe most wizards were like this.

"Excuse me, have any of you seen my toad?"

At this time, a little fat man suddenly opened the door, looking very reckless. When he saw the professor in the box, he was so frightened that he stood there unable to move.

Hermione kindly pulled him closer to the box: "My name is Hermione Granger, and this is Professor Wilson. What is your name?"

"Leif, no no, my name is Neville Longbottom, and Leif is my toad's name." Little Fatty was obviously still a little scared. His grandmother warned him before going to school, saying that if any professor complained to her, she would Will send Neville a howling letter.

Hermione gave some of her snacks to Neville and asked him to sit down beside her. Then she looked at the professor helplessly: "Teacher, let's help him."

The professor, who had been drinking in broad daylight, wiped his mouth: "How are you going to help?"

"Take him around each carriage?" Hermione felt that Neville had a stutter and might have difficulty communicating with others, and she wanted to help.

Su Ming shook his head, reached out and took out his golden wand: "That's what ordinary people do, Hermione. As a wizard, of course you have to use the wizard's method and remember my spells clearly. Fly here!"

Having said that, the pronunciation of the spell is correct, but in fact it is Strangler who is responsible for finding the toad. It explodes countless transparent tentacles that are thinner than cow hair and spread along the ground and ceiling in an instant, looking for the little fat man. The smell of toad.

The Hogwarts Express is only more than 300 meters long, and the carriages for first-year students are even less. It soon found the toad in Neville's suitcase. Obviously, Neville's grandmother wanted to prevent him from leaving the pet. Lost it, put it in the suitcase.

Just like a movie special effect hanging wire, the strangulating transparent tentacles carried the toad along the ceiling back to the box where the host was, and threw the slimy pet into Neville's arms.

At this time, Professor Wilson put away the wand in a decent manner, as if he had done a small thing: "Your grandma put it in the suitcase. She should have told you about it, but you forgot."

Neville began to slap his head and pull his hair, looking very annoyed.

"I always forget things. My grandma gave me a memory ball. When it lights up..." The little boy took out a small ball from his robe. At this time, there was a glowing red color in the crystal. Silk, which made Neville look even more bitter: "This means I forgot something again."

Hermione covered her mouth and laughed. She found it very interesting, but soon realized that it was wrong to laugh at other people's misfortunes, so she suppressed it.

"It doesn't matter, Neville, relax." Su Ming continued to pick up the wine bottle on the small table: "You just forgot the spell I taught you just now. It doesn't matter. Professor Flitwick will meet you in class after school starts. I’ll teach you again.”

Neville calmed down a little, and he stood up with the toad in his arms: "I have to go, go back while I still remember where my box is, thank you, Professor, and Hermione."

He bowed fiercely, put the hood behind his robe on his head, and went out.

Being able to help her classmates made Miss Granger feel very good. She carefully wrote down the spell the professor had just made, and even practiced it with the wine bottle cork on the table.

It was successful the first time, and the cork flew straight into her hand. Her talent for charms was amazing.

She put the cork back with satisfaction and raised her chin like a little swan, waiting for the professor's praise, but Su Ming poured cold water on her:

"This is just the beginning. The casting range of the Flying Curse is what needs the most practice. When you can summon things from your home in Manchester to fly over at Hogwarts, then you will be considered a master."

Hermione tilted her head: "Where exactly is Hogwarts?"

"Somewhere in Scotland, the specific location cannot be depicted on any map due to ancient magic, but I watch the stars at night and the castle is at least more than 300 miles away from your home." The professor winked at her.

The little girl rolled her eyes, picked up the cat next to her and leaned back on the sofa chair to rest.

A bad teacher just knows how to tease her. Who can fly over three hundred miles to cast a spell? !

At this time, someone knocked on the door again, and it was a boy's voice: "Hello, can I come in?"

"Please come in." Su Ming probably guessed who it was.

Sure enough, it was the eldest son of the Malfoy family who was outside the door. He was still holding a gift in his hand. After walking in, he put the gift on the table and then bowed to Su Ming gracefully.

"Hello, Professor Wilson, I am Draco Malfoy. This is a small gift from home. Please accept it."

"Please convey my gratitude to Director Malfoy." There were drinks and snacks in the gift box, and the smell of strangulation was already there. Su Ming did not stand up, but just waved his hand casually: "If you have any problems in school, you can ask me. The prerequisite is If Professor Snape can't solve it."

Draco smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Professor, then I will leave first, Professor, classmate."

After he gestured elegantly to both of them, he stepped out of the box and closed the door behind him, looking very graceful.

Su Ming touched his chin, looked at Hermione staring at the gift curiously, and asked her to open it.

Draco's attitude is a bit strange. Logically speaking, at this stage, whether he is a professor or a student, he should look down on people who are not pure-bloods.

If he came to teach everyone in the carriage to give gifts, it could be said that it was his father's intention, but his behavior just now seemed to be very sincere. Children of this age basically have no acting skills, at least not enough to hide the death knell.

Sure enough, Lao Deng said something to Snape. Did Snape tell Draco after the encounter in Diagon Alley that day, saying that there was a new professor who was very strong?

It is true that he did not show any combat power or cosmic energy, but the magic immunity alone probably made Dumbledore feel guilty, so much so that he had to discuss it with Snape, right?

It shouldn't be a big problem, Draco will still go against Harry, just let them little boys play.

Looking at Hermione, she was already eating the cookies in the gift bag like a squirrel.