Chapter 1612 (1/2)
In the living room full of the smell of cat urine and tobacco, two people sit face to face on the sofa. The morning light outside the window gradually enters the house through the gap between the curtains, while the cats curiously use their claws to catch the spot that is constantly moving on the carpet due to the breeze blowing the curtain.
The old mage took out a bottle of soda water from the box and pointed to the cap with his magic wand. He jumped out of the bottle as if he was alive, so that the white bearded man could drink sweet things.
”Maybe it's because I didn't come and have breakfast. I don't understand what kind of physical education is.” He said after a sip of soda.
”It's a traditional lesson that makes students strong by reasonably torturing their bodies.” Su Ming leaned back on the sofa, showed his face, and flicked the ash from the ashtray running on the table: ”this knowledge has a very long history. It is said that Gryffindor invented it. Of course, his sword skill was lost along with physical education.”
”Sports, I love sports, especially Quidditch.” Dumbledore showed a happy look. He laughed: ”our Quidditch competition today is actually the invention of a pair of brothers from Gryffindor college hundreds of years ago. They named this sport with their own surname. At the earliest time, there were not so many rules, and they could even shoot magic on broomsticks.”
”Indeed, if you get a dance curse on a high-speed broom, it's a torture.” The mercenary flipped his hands and removed his armor: ”it's just obvious that it won't do you any good.”
The old mage was in a good mood and showed that he was at ease with the death knell. Of course, no one knew what he thought.
”Well, if you can keep the students safe and show me the lesson plan before school starts, I think I still have the right to open an elective course in the school,” he said
”It's not really dangerous. I'm very experienced in how to exercise. Have you ever heard of rugby?” Someone laughed, too.
”Enlarge the olive ball with the transfiguration charm?” Dumbledore obviously still didn't know.
Su Ming stands up with a smile. The matter has been settled. He can also withdraw. He can travel around and wait for the school to begin: ”you can think of it as a Quidditch who doesn't ride a broom, but everyone wears heavy armour and runs on both legs.”
”That sounds interesting.” Old Deng also stood up. He saw that the death knell was about to leave, so he got up to send him off: ”but I have one more thing to ask you, why Hogwarts? If you want to learn how to run a magic school, there are two other famous European schools to choose from, not to mention you have a relationship with ifamani. Why are you here? ”
”I thought you wouldn't ask, although I also want to go to the girls' school to teach...” Su Ming put the cigarette into his mouth, took a deep breath, and his expression became serious: ”but because there will be a child in school this year, this child will be the future Savior. It's very interesting to cultivate a savior, isn't it?”
The old mage's eyes narrowed. Did the other side really aim at the boy who survived the disaster? Well, it's better to make it clear. Harry can't let you talk about it.
”Harry Potter...”
”Hermione Granger.” Su Ming directly cut off Dumbledore's words: ”I said the girl's name is Hermione Granger, she is the real chosen savior by fate.”
The old mage's hand of stroking his beard stopped in the air, and his half squinted eyes suddenly opened.
”... who?”