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"Thank you." Taking half of it, Toby walked towards Misha side by side with him.
The book was a bit heavy, so Leon lifted it up. "I've been back to school for two days, but the principal hasn't announced the start of the practical class yet, and there's no news about the magical creatures class. What's going on?"
"The principal has his own arrangements. We just have to wait."
"Ok."
The two of them came to the table, put the book in the middle of the long table, and sat on Misha's left and right.
When the little girl saw them coming back, she pointed her finger at a picture of a thunder wolf on the page of the book and said, "The book says there are such creatures in the forest behind the academy. I want to catch one as a pet!"
Glancing at it, Leon said helplessly: "Although the teacher said that any magical creature can be tamed, I don't think you can deal with a wolf that can release lightning now."
"I can turn it into a stone sculpture!" Misha picked up the teaching stick on the table and waved it, "Then it will definitely beg for mercy. I am kind-hearted and decided to release it on the condition that it becomes my magical pet!"
"Misha, petrification is an apprentice magic and is ineffective against Thunder Wolves."
Hearing this, the little girl's mood instantly dropped: "Is there no other way?"
"Well...Ms. Rowling came back yesterday. I heard her say that her birthday is coming soon and the headmaster has promised to give her a magic pet as a gift.
Maybe... you can try to act like a spoiled child to the principal?" Toby said tentatively.
After hearing this, Leon also cheered on the side: “With Misha’s cuteness, it’s no problem!”
Perhaps Misha realized that the two were making fun of her, so she said sternly, "Don't bully children."
"We are sincere." They both tried to hold back their laughter.
"Hmph." Misha snorted and lowered her head to read.
After laughing, Toby's face became serious: "Are they here yet?"
"A little later than us, he arrived the afternoon before yesterday."
Leon replied, his eyes moving from the page to Toby: "They seem very excited."
His words were vague, but Toby understood them instantly: "Your Highness, are you going to support them?"
"That's right. If your plan is frustrated, you won't smile brightly."
"Ha..." Toby let out a deep breath and looked worried. "Her Majesty the Queen thinks that we should maintain internal competition, but I'm always worried..."
"Don't worry, Her Majesty the Queen is willing to..."
"All first-year students, assemble in the auditorium.
Repeat, all first-year students, assemble in the auditorium."
Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the college, and the three of them immediately put the books back on the shelves and hurried to the Great Hall.
Wino and Clessie seemed to be closer to the auditorium than them. When the three of them walked through the door, they were already sitting at the long wooden table belonging to their own college.
Toby glanced at them and led Leon and Misha to sit down.
On the stone platform in front, Dumbledore, wearing a black robe, sat behind the table, and Rowling sat in the seat next to him holding a video camera.
Seeing everyone present, the old man with white hair and beard got up from his wooden chair and said, “I am very happy that you have given up your precious vacation and returned to school early. I also understand your expectations for the new courses.
Since you have expressed your enthusiasm, I have decided to bring forward the start times of Magical Creatures and Practical Skills."
The five people's eyes lit up and they raised their hands to applaud.
The principal held his hands in front of him, waited for the applause to subside, and then slowly said, "I understand that you are eager to explore new things.
But before I do this, I need to emphasize, are you sure you want to take the practical course?"
"I do!" The five of them stood up together and answered in a resounding voice.
Apparently, the threat of death could not stop their desire for magic.
"I can feel your determination." The old man smiled and turned around. "In that case, follow me."
"Magical Creatures class, taught by me personally."
Chapter 295: Twists and turns, invited to visit the magical creatures class
early morning.
As soon as the sky turned light, the queen left her warm bed and dressed herself with the help of servants.
He arrived outside the door in his best attire, and the royal convoy was already ready to go.
He bent down and walked into the car door opened by Butler Li. The convoy started slowly and headed towards King's Cross Station.
The Queen looked through the car window at the rapidly receding shops, her eyes filled with delight.
Of course it’s not because of the commercial street that I’ve already gotten tired of.
Last night, an owl flew into her bedroom and delivered a handwritten letter from the headmaster.
The letter said that as the supreme leader of Ying Kingdom, Hogwarts had prepared a place for her to visit the magical creatures class.
The Queen was almost a hundred years old, but at that time she was like a little girl who had received a favorite gift and she almost screamed in surprise.
She carefully stuffed the letter, which also served as a train ticket, into the chest of her pajamas, and chatted for a long time with the owl squatting at the head of the bed.
Most of the words they used were nothing more than "There are a lot of delicious food in the palace" or "I can introduce you to the beautiful owl lady", trying to entice the owl to stay in the palace.
She didn't know that the extremely realistic owl was actually a "puppet" controlled by someone.
So the result was obvious, the owl spread its wings and flew away.
The regretful queen quickly cheered up because her dream of getting a magic pet still had a chance to come true.
"Your Majesty, we're here." Butler Li woke her up with a voice that contained no emotion at all.
The Queen's blurred vision cleared up, and when the car door was opened, she got out of the car, holding up the sides of her skirt with both hands.
At the same time, passengers from other cars in the motorcade came out and gathered behind the Queen.
In addition to the guards responsible for security, there were more than a dozen men and women in suits.
The personnel composition is relatively simple, with reporters wearing work badges on their chests and photographers carrying cameras.
They are all staff members of the royal news industry. They accompanied the Queen to Hogwarts this time and were dedicated to recording what they saw and heard during the trip.
The Queen turned around and faced everyone: "Although I have asked the principal for permission to take the photo, please remember not to be attracted by the novelties of the magic academy and walk around aimlessly.
If you accidentally break the taboos of Hogwarts, no one knows what the consequences will be. Do you understand?"
The crowd, who had been relatively relaxed, suddenly became nervous and kept nodding their heads to indicate that they understood.
Seeing this, the Queen turned around and walked towards the station which had been cleared. They followed her in a long queue, and the housekeeper Li walked beside the Queen.
After entering the station, we arrived at the entrance of Platform 9 and 3/4 - a red brick wall.
The Queen took out the letter from last night from the lady's purse on her wrist.
As soon as it was taken out, the wall immediately lit up.
Taking a deep breath to calm their excitement, the reporter followed the Queen into the light, with all the guards remaining in the hall, waiting for them to return.
The view returned to normal from the whiteness, and a 19th century style train station platform appeared before our eyes.
A scene that only existed in novels became a reality and was witnessed with their own eyes. The reporters even forgot to marvel.
With eyes full of curiosity and excitement, they looked at the pedestrians getting on and off the bus in a hurry. One reporter couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, can I take pictures here?"
The Queen did not answer, and the butler Lee said indifferently: "Ladies and gentlemen, please slightly adjust your professional habits at Hogwarts.
You have the right to film without consent in the Kingdom, but not in Hogwarts."
The slightly warning words did not dampen everyone's desire to work. Instead, they made them discover the hidden meaning - just asking for permission will do?
I asked the conductor at the train door and was told that the train would leave in half an hour.
Everyone was very excited, and after getting the queen's nod, they all dispersed with their cameras and randomly talked to a passerby.
Before inviting the queen, Zhang Mu had anticipated this scene.
Therefore, when making the Jinshui Town dolls, a group of train passengers were also made at the same time.
Not only that, these tourist dolls were also very thoughtfully equipped with deformable appearances and skeletons - their appearance and body shape can be finely adjusted.
In this way, people won’t notice anything unusual—why are all the passengers on the train these same group of people?
To make it more realistic, Zhang Mu added differentiated interactive mechanisms to the puppet core.
To put it simply, each doll will show a different personality.
There is indifference, enthusiasm, sensitivity and vigilance, as well as roughness and violence.
As a result, the feedback from each reporter after speaking to them varied greatly.
For example, the reporter here was the first to initiate the interview. He was brave but lacked vision.
"Hello, sir. I am from the United Kingdom..."
"Stay away from me, Muggle!" The bearded man walked around him with disgust.
Looking at the reporter over there, he was more resourceful. Taking into account the cold treatment his colleague had suffered, he found an old lady with a kind face and a suitcase.
"Hello, beautiful lady. There is still some time before the train leaves. Would you like to have the honor of chatting with you?"
"What a sweet-talking young man." The old lady chuckled shyly, approving of his flattery, "I'm glad that there are still young people willing to chat with an old-fashioned guy like me."
Seeing that the other party agreed, the reporter said "Yeah" in his heart and waved to the photographer who was not far away.
"Beautiful lady, do you know Hogwarts?"
"Of course, we are protected by Hogwarts, and so is this world."
The old lady seemed to know that the reporter was from an outsider, so she did not ridicule his seemingly stupid questions, but answered them patiently.
"Do you have any family members enrolled in Hogwarts?"
The young reporter had a low emotional intelligence and asked direct questions without any probing, which obviously hurt the old lady.
Her expression visibly dimmed: "I really want to tell you that there is, but unfortunately..."
"Oh, sorry." The reporter realized his mistake, apologized quickly, and continued asking questions.
It’s just that the old lady seemed to recall some painful memories, so her enthusiasm was gone and the conversation became absent-minded.
The reporter was embarrassed and kept telling funny stories to try to make up for his mistake, but to little avail.