Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Big Stomach King Bai Ye

"Did you see that? That child can cast spells without a wand. He is a natural Ravenclaw."

Filius Flivi, who had a figure similar to that of a goblin and a full beard, blushed and shouted loudly, looking at Bai Ye with an extremely excited expression.

He is the dean of Ravenclaw and a teacher of Charms, so he naturally likes talented wizards like Bai Ye.

In his eyes, Bai Ye is even comparable to Harry Potter. After all, so far, he has not seen Harry's talent for magic.

Professor McGonagall sitting next to her had a stiff face, smiled in agreement, and silently drank Hogwarts' special beer.

"Senior, you should be able to understand now, right?"

Bai Ye took the pumpkin juice that Hermione handed him, moistened his throat, and said confidently.

With such a detailed explanation, even Hermione, who has never taken a magic class, can understand the general outline, let alone a senior who has been attending school for four years.

However, when he raised his head, what he saw was a pair of confused eyes, which revealed a desire for knowledge.

Ah...did he overestimate the teaching of magic theory at Hogwarts?

Are they all deserting during class?

"Excuse me, farewell!"

The senior closed his note and fled the Hufflepuff area.

The new students are so scary, not only Bai Ye but also the little girl next to him, who looks like an idiot.

"How about that sword? I saw it in "The History of Hogwarts". It is said that Gryffindor's sword has incredible power."

Hermione looked at the fleeing senior, turned to Bai Ye and asked curiously.

"The sword itself does not bring power to the user, but it can destroy certain special magic items."

Bai Ye was holding a piece of steak as big as two palms in his mouth, but his voice reached Hermione's ears clearly.

Hermione was surprised to find that he didn't even move his mouth.

Magic, it's magical.

Several translucent ghosts passed through the wall and kept flying over the heads of many little wizards.

The part of Bai Ye that belonged to the God of Death was ready to move, subconsciously wanting to bury the souls of the ghosts.

I took a big bite of ice cream and used physical cooling methods to calm down my mind.

The ghosts in the wizarding world are transformed by wizards who dare not face death. Once they are a ghost, they will remain a ghost for a lifetime.

If the ghosts get tired of living, their souls will be gone.

Being entombed by a Zanpakutō soul, the possibility of disappearing completely is higher than entering reincarnation.

These are the rules of the wizarding world.

"Huh? What are you all looking at me for? Keep eating."

Taking another roast chicken, Bai Ye found that the nearby classmates looked at him strangely. He thought he had inadvertently snatched the food from other people's bowls.

"No, actually we are full and you are the only one left."

Penelo Crevat, the current prefect of Ravenclaw, swallowed, with a faint look of envy in his eyes.

This was the first time she had seen such an eatable little wizard. Could it be that his stomach belonged to a giant?

After eating so much, I can't even see my belly. It's like I can't control it. If I eat more, fat will appear.

Or...this is actually a special kind of magic.

Thinking of Bai Ye's endless wandless magic, Penello's seriousness flashed with a shrewd light.

If it weren't for maintaining the dignity of the prefect, she would have pursued Bai Ye for consultation.

"We have made a bet on how much you can eat. So far, the food at the orientation party has never been eaten."

The Weasley twins came over from the Gryffindor area at some point, patted Bai Ye on the shoulders, and said with a smile.

Bai Ye put down the roast chicken, and the transparent world immediately enveloped the entire hall.

Sure enough, apart from a few big eaters from Hufflepuff, I was the only one who was still cooking.

Even those big eaters gradually began to be unable to eat, unlike him who was so calm and calm.

"Um...I'm almost full."

Feng Zhuan Yun cleared the roast chicken on the plate, Bai Ye wiped his mouth and pushed the plate forward.

Since the energy in his body has become larger and larger, he no longer has such strict requirements for the amount of food. No matter how much he eats, it will be quickly converted into various types of energy.

Of course, you won't feel hungry until all your energy is used up.

For him, eating is nothing more than satisfying his appetite.

"George, you lose, our Juggernaut can't finish all the food."

Fred handed George a shit-yellow jelly bean and said with a smile.

"The Sword Master should still be able to eat, but I did lose."

George ate the bad-looking candy.

Bai Ye watched George's changes intently.

What these two guys created is absolutely impossible to be ordinary.

"My voice shouldn't have become weird."

George's voice actually became like Professor McGonagall, and his serious voice became very funny in his mouth.

"Mr. Weasley, please return to your seats. The Headmaster has something to say."

"It's so similar. You look exactly like the real Professor McGonagall."

George closed his mouth tightly and silently winked at Fred.

The two inseparable twins almost reached the realm of telepathy, and Fred instantly understood what his brother meant.

"It seems that George wants to go back. Goodbye, Mr. Sword Saint. I hope you can bring us some surprises when we meet next time."

After stuffing a similar candy in Bai Ye's hand, Fred pulled his brother away without looking back, and never looked at Professor Magg, who was looking gloomy behind him.

Although she had adapted to the brothers' brain circuits, she was still often annoyed.

After eating and drinking, the remaining food on the table disappeared like foam.

Dumbledore stood up and introduced the professors in the academy to the new wizards.

"This is Mr. Quirinus Quirrell, the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester."

Only one person was different. The man with a purple turban on his head and who looked timid stood up and stammered to greet him.

It was the first time for the old students to see him.

After all, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a cursed subject, and no professor can stick to this position for a whole school year.

They can see new faces almost every year.

Bai Ye was the first to applaud, and when someone else started, the applause naturally spread to the entire hall.

Professor Quirrell blushed, and looked at Bai Ye with gratitude.

If he finished his speech dryly and the students below didn't respond at all, it would be too social.

Maybe the owner behind his head would blame him for this.