Chapter 11 What Happened to My Great Gryffindor?

Practice, practice thousands of times?

Hermione stared at Andy sitting opposite her. Could this little kid be bragging?

But when she thought of the floating spell Andy had cast before, Hermione couldn't help but feel discouraged. Compared with the little wizards in the magic world, the gap is really huge.

This cannot continue. I must work harder to memorize all the books in the library.

Hermione cheered secretly.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Andy was a little confused as he watched the brown-haired girl in front of him keep changing his expression.

What's going on here?

Do you want to get involved with me?

Andy does feel that his magic level is a bit inadequate. After all, this semester's BOSS, Quirrell, is an adult wizard. Even if his mind is not clear, his strength will never be too low.

Although Andy has no idea of ​​guarding the magic stone and breaking through levels to defeat the BOSS, it is always good to have more strength to protect himself.

"nothing."

Hermione shook her head, and then asked curiously: "By the way, have you always lived in the magical world?"

"yes!"

Andy explained: "My family lives in the village of St. Catchpole, which is a village where wizards and Muggles live together."

Andy briefly introduced the layout of the village, and then asked: "What about you?"

"My parents are both dentists, and our family lives in the suburbs of London. Oh, you know where London is, right?" Hermione said very quickly.

"Know!"

Andy nodded, "A few years ago our family traveled to London, and the Ministry of Magic was also in London."

Hermione quickly said: "I know the Ministry of Magic. I have read it in books. The Ministry of Magic was founded in 1707. Its predecessor was the Wizards' Council. The Ministry of Magic participated in and formulated the "Secrecy Law" of the International Federation of Wizards. And it’s still implemented today.”

All right!

Andy believed that the brown-haired girl in front of him had indeed memorized a lot of books, and she seemed eager to prove herself. Every time she spoke, she spoke very quickly, and she started by saying, "I saw it in a book," and then quickly And accurately tell the answer to the question.

After briefly chatting with Hermione about the differences between the magical world and the Muggle world, as the train was about to leave, Hermione took out a book from her backpack and said, "I'm going to read a book, what about you?"

"I want to squint for a while, I got up too early this morning." Andy said lazily.

Hermione put the book on the small table and looked at Andy seriously with a small face, "I advise you to memorize all the textbooks again. When we get to Hogwarts, the sorting ceremony will be held. ”

"Maybe they will test our spellcasting skills, or conduct a written test." Hermione guessed.

"correct!"

Hermione continued to ask: "Do you know how Hogwarts is sorted?"

Of course, the Sorting Hat has the final say.

But this cannot be said.

"have no idea!"

Andy shook his head, "But don't worry, no one has ever died during the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts. Moreover, trauma such as fractures and body separation can be quickly treated with magic."

"It heals in one night."

Hermione: "..."

Hermione lowered her head to read, but found that she could no longer read.

"Is the Sorting Ceremony really dangerous?"

Hermione was a little disbelieving and worried, and glared: "Has your family never told you how Hogwarts is sorted?"

"No, this is an annual reserved event."

Andy leaned against the wall of the carriage and said with a smile on his face: "But don't worry too much, your level is an excellent student at Hogwarts."

Andy couldn't help but think of Ron.

That's really a scumbag.

Andy and Ron met a few times before school started, but it turned out that this guy didn't even open the textbook, let alone practicing magic.

Hermione glared at Andy, she didn't believe this.

She had discovered Andy when she was on the platform before, and had also seen the floating spell Andy used.

She followed here because she wanted to know more about the magical world.

However, judging from the information currently available, any child in the magical world seems to be much better than her.

Practice each type of magic a thousand times!

God, I have to work harder.

Thinking of this, Hermione opened the book and forced herself to read the contents.

Wow!

Just before the train was about to leave, the door of the carriage was opened again.

"Hello, can I sit in? There are no other seats." The round-faced boy stammered.

"Of course!" Hermione raised her head and glanced at the round-faced boy, then lowered her head and continued reading.

The round-faced boy looked at Andy who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, hesitated, and sat next to Andy.

Andy opened his eyes and nodded as a greeting.

"Why did you get in the car so late?" Andy asked curiously.

When Andy first arrived at the platform, he saw this round-faced boy, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance.

The reason why Andy can remember it is because the round-faced boy kept a toad as a pet.

Simply powerful!

Doesn't he feel disgusted?

"I, my memory is not very good. My grandma talked to me a lot..."

At this point, the round-faced boy was stunned, "It's over, I've forgotten what my grandma told me!"

Andy: "..."

Hermione: "..."

"My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, and you?" Hermione greeted first.

"Neville, Neville Longbottom!" Neville shuddered and sounded particularly nervous.

Has he been locked up by his family?

Andy said, "My name is Andy Collins, you can call me Andy."

"Hello, Andy." Neville said quickly.

After the three greeted each other, Hermione continued to read, and Andy continued to close his eyes and take a nap. Only Neville seemed particularly embarrassed. He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Woo woo woo——

The train started slowly, and Andy opened his eyes and looked at the scenery outside the window that was constantly receding.

Hogwarts, here I come.

Seeing Andy open his eyes, Neville seemed to be a drowning person who was suddenly saved, and he spoke like he was yelling, "Andy, which college do you want to go to?"

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and Neville's face turned red.

That one sentence seemed to have exhausted his courage.

"Ravenclaw! Or Hufflepuff and Slytherin are fine, as long as it's not Gryffindor." Andy was lazy and casual.

Hermione glared at him, and Neville seemed a little unhappy.

What did I do to you, Gryffindor?

Going into Gryffindor was Neville's dream.

Both of his parents graduated from Gryffindor, and his grandmother even told him that he didn't have to go home if he couldn't get into Gryffindor.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are fine, but you dare to put Slytherin ahead of Gryffindor.

Where's my sword?