Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The adult wizards looked at each other, "Why do you have such a strange idea?"

"If there is a competition between magic spells, how do you determine who is more powerful?"

"Who can lift heavier objects with a levitation spell?" a wizard joked, "Or who can quickly turn people to stone?"

Another wizard said seriously, "That was a wizard duel. This kind of thing was not allowed decades ago, okay?"

"How about we compete to see who has more magic spells?"

"This seems even more unreliable."

The two wizards laughed loudly and looked at Robert together, "Look, that's it, there's absolutely nothing to compete with!"

"Go and enjoy life, kid! Maybe you can find a beautiful girl and have a vigorous love affair!"

"Of course, remember to break up with her before leaving, otherwise we can't guarantee that your little girlfriend won't settle a score with you in the future!"

Robert stayed far away from the two unscrupulous wizards and walked around outside the castle, only to see more people spreading dog food.

It’s so heartbreaking!

Helpless, he could only go back to his dormitory and continue reading.

He didn't believe it. Could these adult wizards trap him and others here for the rest of their lives?

Time passed quickly. After the last group of little wizards entered the castle, and after two days of repairs, Robert saw Hermione.

He almost cried.

"You don't even know what kind of life I've been living." Robert looked melancholy. "Every day I watch other people give in to me. The most disgusting thing is that even though I'm not a single person, I have to be looked at with sympathy. Watch." He said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to slap the sap on the bastard who drew the age line!"

Hermione laughed so hard, "Okay, okay, Robert, I know you have suffered, and your resentment has been conveyed through the note, okay?"

"It's not good at all." Robert muttered softly, "It's completely impossible to describe one ten thousandth of the resentment in my heart."

Hermione shrugged helplessly, "Okay, that's true. Do you want to know what we've been doing these days?"

"Yes." Robert then remembered that Hermione seemed to have said in the previous contact that they were building a house?

"We built the camp under the water." Hermione said proudly, "That way the Muggles can't find us! Everything else is fine, except that we have to go into the water and dig holes with the Bubble Charm. It's true. There's some trouble."

"But then a lot of coolies came. I heard that they were all people who fought with others and lost." Hermione looked at Robert, "I thought you were also attacked at the time, but now it seems that you were not."

"Well, it doesn't seem like there was an attack." Robert thought for a while, "It was just beating up a group of guys who were not very smart, but we encountered some things in the town..."

The two communicated quietly until someone informed them that they would be leaving the castle tomorrow afternoon.

"So soon?" Robert was extremely surprised. "Didn't you say that it will take some time for this castle to be recycled?"

"Well, that's what the big shot said." The adult wizard who came to inform him said angrily, "How do I know why I have to leave so soon? I finally got the paid leave that I've been looking forward to!"

With that said, he cursed and walked away, seeming to be in a very bad mood.

Speaking of which, it seems that adult wizards really don’t have holidays. Unless you are a full-time wife, someone like Mr. Weasley basically has no days off all year round. Even if you ask for leave, there will be all kinds of things waiting for you. to solve.

As we boarded the Hogwarts Express again, the chirping sounds of the little wizards never stopped.

Many of them have made friends and are now showing off their new friends' identities. Occasionally, a few of them are bragging about their bravery in the competition.

To name a few.

The twins were introducing what they and others had experienced in the small town, and began to follow Chen Xiaodong's example and recommend the ancient cookbook "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" to others. Robert had given up correcting their views. Anyway, it was Chen Xiaodong's fault. It was recommended by him!

On the other side of the sea, Mr. Voldemort was lying on the ground, lying on a transparent white fox with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

The poor little fox's legs were twitching, and its beautiful red eyes had lost their luster. When Voldemort raised his head in satisfaction, the little fox finally couldn't hold on anymore, and his whole body exploded and disappeared into the air.

"It's really good food." Voldemort said, "I didn't know there was such a way to become stronger before, so I stupidly kept learning magic step by step."

He shook his head, "Too slow, simply too slow!"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes as if reminiscing, feeling the magic power growing in his body.

This feeling is indeed fascinating. The feeling of getting stronger bit by bit is more intuitive than learning magic, and it is more impossible to give up.

"Master...Pierre is back." Bellatrix came from outside. She was a little fatter, maybe because she had eaten too much Dorayaki recently, but this did not affect her importance in Voldemort's heart. Status, you see, doesn’t it mean that even when you are on the run, you don’t forget to go to Azkaban to rescue people?

"..." Voldemort reluctantly opened his eyes. If Pierre hadn't come back, he might have started to devour the second pipe fox by now.

What an annoying guy, with no sense of time at all.

If he doesn't complete this mission well enough, he will be dead!

Having made up his mind, Voldemort left his training room and came to the reception room. At this time, Pierre was already waiting there restlessly. This man originally wanted to go up the mountain with Juanti to get the pages of the magic book, but because he was temporarily busy, he asked his friends to help.

Unexpectedly, my friend has not come back yet.

Seeing the person, Voldemort asked directly, "Book page."

He now needs to use every minute and every second to improve his strength, but he doesn't have the time and people to waste it here.

However, what he didn't expect was that some of his men were bold enough to play tricks on him!

"No, no." Pierre shrank his neck and quickly explained, "I was originally going to go by myself! But Paul said that he also wanted to look at the pages of the great magic book, so I gave him this task. Go and finish it, but...but..."

Voldemort's face became more and more gloomy, his snake eyes stared coldly at the man in front of him, and the murderous intention in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

"You actually lost the pages of my book?!"