Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

With a slight feeling of turbulence, the plane took off from the Shanghai Airport.

There was a tour group on this flight, a group of twelve people. They were tourists from various provinces. They were all young people. They naturally started talking when they sat together. They were chattering, which was quite lively.

Looking at the ground in the distance, Robert felt an unreal feeling.

The life in the Chen clan was very pleasant, so relaxing that he almost forgot what kind of world he was in.

He didn't come back to his senses until his uncle came to remind him that he had to get up early to prepare for boarding the next day.

The old man gave me a meditation method. As far as the HP world is concerned, the source of magic comes from the soul. Whether it is white magic or black magic, the stronger the emotional fluctuations, the stronger the effect.

It's just that no matter how strong the mood swings are, a magic novice can't defeat the famous devil. The effect of this meditation method is not to enhance the fluctuations, but to increase the upper limit of magic power.

As for the things that the old man mentioned before about the clouds and mountains and mist, he also found some answers from the library. It is probably that the students in the Badger Academy are very good at plant-related magic.

However, during the sorting process, Hat suggested that Robert go to the Eagle Academy. Robert thought for a moment, maybe he was also very talented in spells.

In fact, this is indeed the case. He is very good at spells, transformations, and herbal medicines, but potions can only be made according to the book. At most, he must be skilled in the techniques. It will be more difficult to go further.

There are indeed a lot of books in the library. Robert just did a little search on plants and magic, and more than 300 books appeared. If he read them all, it would take unimaginable time, even if he could look through them. Don't forget.

At this time, Cliff's words rang in his mind, "Maybe he wants to say that you should pay attention to which course you focus on when learning magic."

Sighing, Robert leaned his head on the seat. That's what he said. There is so much knowledge. If he learns it all, he will never be able to finish it in his lifetime, right?

Fortunately, I took advantage of the summer vacation to find some treasures in the clan land.

Robert thought so.

"Hey, are you going to Fu Country too?" While stunned, Robert felt like he was tapped on the shoulder.

Turning around, there was a beautiful big sister.

Seeing Robert turning his head, the eldest sister was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously asked again in half-baked English.

"No, I'm just going home." Robert saw that she was too embarrassed to speak English, so he started talking in Chinese.

The eldest sister laughed twice and asked curiously, "Are you from Fu country?"

Robert nodded, "There are elders in my family who are from flower-growing countries, and they come back to pay homage to their ancestors during the Ghost Festival."

The eldest sister understood, "Yes, even though I visit the grave every year, I don't know why, but I feel like the whole country is worshiping their ancestors this year."

"All over the country?" Robert was a little confused. Doesn't this happen only during Qingming Festival? Why is there a large-scale ancestor worship during the Hungry Ghost Festival? Moreover, Professor Binns said, this year’s Hungry Ghost Festival is different. What is different?

Seeing that Robert is not a flower-growing country, the eldest sister has no interest in communicating. Moreover, facing a Wai Guoren who speaks Mandarin better than you, the eldest sister is also very stressed!

In less than a day, Robert returned to the Kingdom of Corruption. In fact, he had always been particularly curious about the flight tickets Mr. Weasley booked. It was obviously closer from Heathrow to Vancouver, but why did they fly for two days!

Maybe the special flights that wizards take are more detours.

This was all he could do to comfort himself.

After arriving at the airport, his uncle sent Robert home and said hello to his adoptive parents before leaving.

After this summer vacation, Robert's adoption procedures are complete. As long as he signs and deposits, he will be the White family's cub.

After consulting his adoptive parents, Robert kept his surname and later sent a letter to Professor Sprout asking where he should enter Hogwarts.

At this time, half a month had passed since the beginning of the school year, and Professor Sprout still missed this naughty student. In the end, Robert reached the greenhouse fireplace through the fireplace in Mrs. Malkin's shop.

"Pfft..." spitting out the dust in his mouth, Robert skillfully cleaned himself up and gave a one-star negative review to the Floo Network.

"Happy new semester, Professor." Robert greeted Professor Sprout, "Well, you need my help, uh, is this mandrake?"

Mandrake, also called mandrake, has a root shaped like a human body and has anesthetic, sedative, hallucinogenic and other effects. Of course, this is only in the eyes of Muggles. In the hands of wizards, it is a powerful recovery agent and a variety of Indispensable ingredients for the antidote, including spells and transfiguration spells.

"Oh, Robert, you came at the right time." Professor Sprout waved to him, "I am artificially cultivating mandrakes. After all, wild ones are hard to find. These little guys always want to escape. If it can be grown in a greenhouse, we don't have to worry about the consequences of students using the wrong spell."

Robert stretched out his head to take a look, pointed at a plant with withered leaves, and said, "Professor, what's going on with this plant?"

Professor Sprout sighed, "Poor little guy, it seems like it can't adapt to the greenhouse environment. I think I need to change to a different greenhouse."

"So, there's no way to save it?" Robert glanced at the flower pot. There was a crumpled baby lying in it, with its mouth wide open and its light green body covered with black spots.

Robert was startled and subconsciously covered his ears with his hands. Only then did he realize that the mandrake seemed to be dead?

He poked the chubby, ugly doll with the wooden stick he picked up later, and Robert sighed, "It seems like a real baby..."

Professor Sprout didn't care and said, "Didn't you go to the flower country during your summer vacation? There is a plant there. It is said that the longer it grows, the more it looks like a real doll. It can also run, jump and talk. !”

As she spoke, she sighed, "That's the real magic plant!"

The more Robert listened, the more familiar it became. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that the professor was talking about ginseng, the wild Northeastern old wild ginseng.

"Professor, do you still have earmuffs? Give me a pair and I'll help." Robert volunteered to help.

Professor Sprout said, "You should go back to your dormitory. This is the class schedule for this year. Remember to take the History of Magic class in the afternoon."

"Huh? Professor Binns is back already?" Robert asked in surprise, "I just returned to China."

Professor Sprout twitched the corners of his mouth and explained hesitantly, "Ghosts always have their own methods."

Your own method?

Robert tilted his head and thought for a moment, couldn't it be a ghost ship?