The Little Superman of Hogwarts

"Dad!" Cree stopped his father, whispering in his ear: "In the eyes of wizards, every wand has its own life. It's not the wizard who chooses the wand, but the wand that chooses the user! What you said just now was a huge faux pas!"

After hearing this explanation, Cree's father deeply felt the immense gap between the thinking patterns of a 'Muggle' and a 'wizard.' He couldn't imagine his shop's computer choosing its own owner.

"I apologize for my behavior just now!" Cree's father gave Ollivander an apologetic expression.

Ollivander waved his hand dismissively and turned to select wands for the other two young wizards.

"Excuse me, is this the wand shop?" A little girl peeked her head in from the shop entrance.

The young witch had thick, shoulder-length curly hair, adorably prominent buck teeth, and wore a typical London school uniform. Most striking were her eyes, full of wisdom and courage.

Cree immediately had a hunch. Could this be Hermione?

"Hello, sir! I hope I'm not disturbing you. I've come with my daughter to buy a wand!" A middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked in, followed by the little girl and a woman in a dress.

"Dr. Granger?" Before Cree could speak, the nanny beside him asked in surprise. "I am indeed Dr. Granger, the dentist. I'm sorry, I don't believe I know you!" Dr. Granger replied. Hearing this, Cree immediately shifted his gaze to the little witch—indeed, she was definitely Hermione Granger! One of the Golden Trio of Gryffindor, representing beauty and wisdom!

The most outstanding supporting character in the entire Harry Potter series, even surpassing the protagonist Harry Potter to some extent.

"Dr. Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Cree shook hands with Hermione.

"Mr. Feynman, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Hermione responded.

"You can call me Cree. Those who know me well call me that," Cree said.

After the adults finished exchanging pleasantries, Dr. Granger invited Cree's family to dinner at a famous London hotel to further strengthen their friendship. Cree's father readily agreed, and they arranged to meet at the Champs Elysées Hotel in London at 6:30 PM.

Upon leaving the shop, the nanny said with a smile, "Do you know how I remember this dentist? I was treated by him when I was a child, Cree. You should be glad you don't have cavities, or you'd remember your dentist for the rest of your life too!"

Cree smiled wryly. Although his current body had a set of pearly white and neat teeth due to his Superman bloodline, before his previous death, he had a vivid memory of every dentist. Only those who had teeth pulled at the age of eight or nine could understand this pain. You would remember every detail of the dentist, even the position of every pore.

Alice carefully recounted how she met Dr. Granger. It was a coincidence. Her father worked in London, and his workplace was Dr. Granger's clinic. It was a medium-sized dental specialist hospital, and Alice's father was responsible for the kitchen and some logistical work. Over a decade ago, Alice spent her primary school years in London, and it was during that time that Alice had the traumatic experience of having a tooth pulled. Dr. Granger and Alice's father had a good relationship, and their friendship continued until Alice's father returned to Scotland.

After graduating from university, Alice became a nurse, but an ordinary nursing job couldn't support her life in London, so she chose to return to her hometown in Scotland and became a nanny for the Cree family. It could be said that Alice accompanied Cree for most of his childhood.

Arriving at the pet store, Cree hesitated for a long time. Of course, in his mind, he wanted to have an owl as a pet like Harry Potter, but the stench of that messenger owl still made him uneasy. However, the slimy texture of frogs was also difficult to accept.

Should he buy a cat? He didn't think he could take good care of that thing...

"Maybe I should just forget about it!" In the dazzling pet store, Cree hesitated.

Just then, Cree suddenly saw a black cat. It was a pure black Ragdoll cat, wearing a cute blue bow tie.

This black cat wasn't kept in a cage. It squatted alone in the corner, calmly watching everything outside the door.

Cree wanted to touch it, but his hand passed right through the cat!

A very strange scene...

"She's a ghost cat!" The pet store owner explained from the side, "She's been sold here for a few months, and no wizard has bought her yet. Perhaps it's because she's too old!"

"What's a ghost cat? Can ghosts also be pets? Or is the breed of this cat called 'Ghost Cat'?" Cree asked.

“Ghost cats were quite popular hundreds of years ago. This ghost cat was created hundreds of years ago. To put it simply, it is a ghost…” the proprietress explained in detail.

With the proprietress's explanation, Cree roughly understood its essence. A ghost cat is essentially a ghost formed after a cat dies.

Long ago, some wizards recognized that ghosts would be born after death, which was equivalent to another form of life extension, another form of immortality.

So at some point, wizards particularly liked to transform into ghosts after death. Before they died, they killed all their pets and used magical means to turn them into ghost pets. After they died, these pets could still accompany them and serve as their companions.

It sounds good, but in reality, because ghosts lose almost all their power, they are easily captured by living wizards. Wizard ghosts can be made into magical items or exist as catalysts for powerful spells, which is quite tragic to imagine.

More importantly, wizards discovered that ghosts themselves also have a 'lifespan.' Becoming a ghost does not grant immortality. When their soul power gradually declines over time or encounters accidental magical disturbances, the ghost will dissipate. Today, hundreds of years later, wizards rarely do this anymore.

Ordinary pets are not qualified to form ghosts. Only certain magical creatures or pets that have been in contact with magic for a long time may be able to form ghosts. And for some reason, although pet ghosts are difficult to form, each successful one will have a very long 'ghost lifespan,' far exceeding that of 'human ghosts.'

The fanaticism of that era gave birth to too many ghost pets, leading to the fact that some ghost pets are still 'alive' today.

This cat was born in the Middle Ages. Because it cannot speak, it is impossible to investigate its specific origin, but according to the magic纹 and special methods, the proprietress knows that this ghost cat has lived for at least 700 years. Its soul is already very weak.

“It's estimated that there are less than ten years left, so it's very cheap, only twenty gold Galleons!” the proprietress offered a price.

“I'll buy it! But its price is too high, I can only offer ten gold Galleons at most,” Cree said.

“Deal, little wizard!” The proprietress handed Cree a circular metal pendant with intricate patterns, about the size of a gold Galleon.

This pendant is an alchemical item. The black cat's soul is imprisoned inside, and it can only move within a radius of about ten meters.

“A ghost cat… uh… a nice pet…” Cree's mother said a little fearfully, “But can you make sure it doesn't come out at night?”

“Oh, of course!” Cree grinned. He suddenly thought of many things.

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In the evening, the Granger family and the Cree family sat together and chatted cordially.

The adults were talking about their experiences in the wizarding world, and the two little wizards were also chatting idly.

“Dr. Granger said your studies are excellent, is that right?” Cree asked amiably, wanting to build a good relationship with a genius, and the biggest entry point is knowledge.

“Actually, I've already been admitted to Casterton School. Professor McGonagall spent a lot of effort to convince my parents,” Hermione replied. Her buck teeth, which should have looked awkward, were surprisingly cute on her tender little face, coupled with a pair of eyes full of wisdom and courage. It must be said that Hermione truly deserves to be the number one goddess in the Harry Potter world.

“Coincidentally, I was also admitted to Eton College, but my parents didn't take up much of Professor McGonagall's time. They quickly decided to send me to a magic school,” Cree said. Eton College is the most famous boys' school in England, while Casterton School is the most famous girls' school. Both belong to the category of extremely elite education—to put it bluntly, it is actually the Hengshui model (British version), except that these two schools have strong faculty and teaching strategies that are more luxurious.

“So, your studies are also very good?” Hermione was a little surprised. Cree, who looked very strong, shouldn't be an intellectual student under normal circumstances.

“Let me introduce myself again—my full name is Christian Gellert Feynman, little witch. When you hear the surname Feynman, who do you think of first?” Cree replied.

“Richard Phillips Feynman, the Feynman Professor who just passed away two years ago, the discoverer of the Feynman–Hellmann theorem, the proposer of the Feynman theorem in the field of philosophy, a legend, a god of physics closest to us!” Hermione demonstrated her abundant knowledge base as a top student: “Could it be that Mr. Feynman is your relative? But as far as I know, he is American!”

“That's right, we belong to the same Feynman family. Perhaps just over a hundred years ago, my great-grandfather's generation still had contact with us.

It's just that this branch of ours is no longer strictly Jewish. Now we are genuine Scots.

Let's go back to the beginning. Richard and I both have excellent genes from the same ancestor. Of course, I am an excellent student!” Cree explained.

“Amazing!” Hermione said.