"Platform nine and three-quarters?" Harry took the letter, and although he believed Zhou Yi's words, he still confirmed it.

　　

"Yes, a hidden platform. You can't expect wizards and Muggles to get on the same platform and take a train, right? Platform nine and three-quarters is like the place from Broken Cauldron Bar to Diagon Alley. , It’s hidden, only wizards can pass," Zhou Yi nodded, "I will send you to the station, but don’t worry, but I won’t take the train, because I need to go to Hogwarts to settle mine. Office, so I’ll change my mind."

　　

　　 "It turned out to be like this." Harry was stunned.

　　

"One more thing, my suggestion is that if you are in school, you have to call me Professor Zhou," Zhou Yi said, "pretending not to know me, it is very convenient for you to integrate into the group, understand? You need I have begun to learn to make decisions on my own, and I can’t let me tell you how to do everything. What I told you is far less profound than what you have experienced."

　　

　　 "I see." Harry nodded seriously, he knew it was Zhou Yi's kindness.

　　

　　 "Well, tomorrow, you will be a student at Hogwarts, and I, a professor at Hogwarts." Zhou Yi smiled, "Good night, Harry."

　　

"Good night, Zhou." Harry said, watching Zhou Yi turn off the lights and leave. He also changed his pajamas and lay back on the boat, relaxed and fell asleep. Although Harry was still physically strong because of the restoration cabin, he was still mentally strong. There is no way to repair the fatigue.

　　

the next day.

　　

Early in the morning, Harry jumped up from the bed, and excitedly packed up his luggage, the wand, Hathaway—a name Harry found in the history of magic book, this is the name of his owl, and There are robes, crucibles... all of these things are packed into his suitcase. The suitcase that Zhou Yi has cast the non-marking stretch curse can easily put all these things in. To be honest, Harry can't wait to think. It's time to learn magic, yes, in the past month, Zhou Yi hasn't taught him a single magic, one, one, all, no, yes!

　　

Zhou Yi answered him unexpectedly: "How many magic can the magic power in your body release now? Well, even if you can release a few, how powerful is the magic? I know a lot of magic, Harry, but it’s suitable. You really learn very little, so I think you should lay a good foundation."

　　

　　 Zhou Yi would say this is because he still doesn’t know how to chant and cast spells, of course not!

　　

　　 Anyway, the effect is almost the same. Zhou Yi only needs to recite similar spells. If it doesn't work, he can cast spells silently without a stick... Pretend to be a master, who can't.

　　

"So do wizards want to exercise like me?" Harry asked. He was used to knowing what Zhou Yi wanted in his heart. In fact, this is a lot more convenient, at least some inconvenient to ask. Yes, you don't need to say it yourself, Zhou Yi can also know.

　　

　　 Of course, Harry would never believe that this was a leak from his facial expression, absolutely not!

　　

　　 is definitely a chanting mantra! I must teach myself Occlumency in the future! Harry thought.

　　

"No, on the contrary, they don't exercise," Zhou Yi said. "Or there is no systematic teaching to exercise. Wizards pay more attention to magic. This direction cannot be said to be wrong, but there is definitely something missing. For example, they didn't consider it. What to do when magic power is lacking or cannot be released... In short, the reason why you are going to exercise frantically this month is to give you a stable advantage. By the way, if you plan to learn Occlumency, wait I will teach you this academic year."

　　

　　 As he said, Zhou Yi patted Harry on the shoulder, his eyes and words were somewhat meaningful: "I look forward to the day you beat a grade down."

　　

　　 "I am not a violent man!" Harry said quickly.

　　

　　"With a weapon in his body, killing himself." Zhou Yi just smiled, and said something that Harry didn't understand, "Okay, get in the car, let's go!"

　　

After a while, the two arrived at London’s King’s Cross Station. Harry followed Zhou Yi, holding some things by himself—in fact, there was only an owl cage with owls, and a small one that fits his height. Harry felt that Zhou Yi must have imposed other spells on it besides the Unmarked Stretching Curse. Otherwise, why is the suitcase with so many things still so light?

　　

　　 Of course, there may be some other reasons. Harry silently squeezed the biceps of his left hand with his right hand, and also tightened it. It was no longer as soft as it used to be, but as extremely hard and elastic.

　　

　　 Despite this, from the outside, Harry was still a thin, medium-high boy, and his wide robe provided a good cover.

　　

"That's it, Harry, this place between platforms 9 and 10." Zhou Yi brought Harry to this place, pointing to the front, the big block between the No. 9 plastic plate and the No. 10 plastic plate. There is nothing on the wall, "Just walk straight, don’t worry about hitting the wall, if you are really worried, you can also look at other people first, because except for the teacher, other students go to Hogwarts through this train. So you will meet a lot of future classmates... Then, see you at Hogwarts? I think Principal Dumbledore is already waiting for me."

　　

　　 "Okay, goodbye, Zhou." Harry nodded.

　　

"Maybe it will put you under pressure, but I still look forward to your performance." Zhou Yi patted Harry on the shoulder again. This is his habitual movement. What Harry didn't know was that it was because of his hair rubbing. I didn't feel comfortable, so I changed to slap on the shoulder. Like Batman and Da Chao, when he was a child, Zhou Yi all got his hair straight.

　　

　　 Then, Zhou Yi teleported back to No. 5 Privender Road one by one, and took some Floo powder, which is a kind of shining powder, which is not too expensive to sell. Two scoops are available for one scoop.

　　

"Although it can be sent in directly, it is too much to remove the company's protective cover on the first day of work," Zhou Yi muttered, picking up a handful of Floo powder and throwing it into the fireplace. "It just happened to be unused. It’s not bad to be in the countryside... Hogwarts, Principal Dumbledore’s office!"

　　

Frankly speaking, the feeling of using Floo powder is not very good. Although it is said to be quite good compared to the door key thing, Zhou Yi is used to teleporting...In short, the next moment Zhou Yi stepped out of the fireplace, Used a spell similar to "clean and new" to myself.

　　

"Zhou, are you here?" Dumbledore, who was exercising, put down the dumbbell in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. "As you can see, this is my daily exercise time. Generally, few people come to me at this time... I'm sorry. I didn’t have time to arrange an office for you. The main reason is that in previous years, Hogwarts had only one Defence Against the Dark Arts course professor, and there were still many vacant office classrooms on the third floor, so I’ll let you do a field inspection and select it yourself, Floo How does the net feel?"

"Frankly, it's not very good. I think next time I would rather take the train, maybe I can chat with my classmates," Zhou Yi observed Dumbledore's figure, "Very good, the muscle training is in place...Are you? Used phantom magic?"

　　

"Since half a month ago, my wrinkles have been diminishing." Dumbledore released the magic, his face instantly became smooth, matched with white hair and beard, and the strong one without a trace of fat. The figure looks very much like the old KFC muscular grandfather during the Mother's Day promotion, and even a little stronger, "I have to be like this... Now, to be honest, I'm already a little worried."

　　

　　 "The effect of the Philosopher's Stone and my magic produce a magical stacking effect, but this effect is not permanent," Zhou Yi nodded, "Nicole Le May has only one."

　　

　　 "Yes...that's why I am worried," Dumbledore sighed, "Nicol is my old friend, and I am worried that if others know about it, he will be forced to him, even after his death."

　　

　　 "It depends on your decision," Zhou Yi shrugged, "I can't provide any advice."

　　

"You are right," Dumbledore nodded, and after casting a clean spell on himself, he put on his robe and added the illusion technique to make himself the original appearance. "Let's go Take a look at your office...there are a lot of empty offices on the third floor."

　　

The principal’s office is located in a separate small tower, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts course professor’s office is on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle (somewhat strangely, I don’t know why the introduction to the third floor of the castle is only the Defence Against the Dark Arts course professor’s office ), I don’t know if it’s because of a curse or something—

　　

Dumbledore naturally introduced this curse to Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi didn't take it seriously... At least for now, Zhou Yi didn't notice any curse that he wanted to possess. He guessed it should be an instant curse, only the best. It will only appear when there is an opportunity.

　　

On the way, Dumbledore and Zhou Yi also met many teachers, such as the dean of Hufflepuff College, Pomona Sprout, who was short, with flowing gray hair, and With Philius Félivy, the curse teacher, and the dean of Ravenclaw College, it can be seen that he is definitely a very smart wizard.

　　

"Coincidentally, Minerva, she is a transfiguration course professor and dean of Gryffindor College," Dumbledore introduced to the oncoming Professor McGonagall. "She wanted to see you a long time ago. ."

　　

　　 "That's really my honor," Zhou Yi smiled gently and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I would like to take care of you in the future, Professor McGonagall."

　　

"I've heard of you many times from Albus, Professor Zhou, but this is really the first time I have seen you." Professor McGonagall is still in an emerald green robe, wearing a tip that is tilted to one side. Hat, the stereotyped expression on his face finally relaxed at this time, with a hint of smile, and shook hands with Zhou Yi, "It's nice to see you."

　　

　　 "I'm going to choose his office with Mr. Zhou," Dumbledore said, "What are you going to do?"

　　

"The students are coming in more than an hour. I have to check the safety of each link again," Professor McGonagall said, nodding to Zhou Yi, "If nothing happens, the sorting ceremony will be in one hour. After that, please be there on time, two people."

　　

　　"Okay."×2,

　　

　　 Professor McGonagall nodded and left with satisfaction.

　　

"I don’t know why, after I became younger, I felt even a little frustrated when facing Professor McGonagall... Maybe this is the change of mentality, ah, Professor Snape, it seems very lucky today. We gathered all the four deans of Hogwarts."

　　

Zhou Yi looked at the person walking forward. He was thin, sallow skin, with a big hooked nose and irregular teeth, wearing a fluttering black robe, with a shoulder-length head that looked a little greasy. Black hair...it's Severus Snape, the dean of Slytherin College.

　　

　　 "Hello principal," Snape nodded to Dumbledore, then looked at Zhou Yi, "this one is?"

　　

　　 "This is Professor Zhou Yi, the Defence Against the Dark Arts course professor," Dumbledore smiled, "We have two Defence Against the Dark Arts course professors this year."

　　

"Oh...that's really a trick, but I think it's hard to curse because such a change won't happen," Snapra said in a long tone, staring at Zhou Yi, "especially this one, such a young man...you know the curse Yes, right, Professor Zhou Yi?"

　　

　　 "Well, I don't really care about Voldemort's curse, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhou Yi smiled, "Thank you for the kindness of Dean Snape."

　　

"Heh..." Snape's expression changed obviously when he heard Zhou Yi say that name. He glanced at Dumbledore again, and seemed to understand something. "It seems that I am worrying, and I suddenly remembered that I was still there. After boiling a pot of medicine, I left first."

　　

　　 After all, Snape flung his robe and quickly left. The fluttering black robe reminded Zhou Yi of a bat inexplicably.

　　

　　 "Professor Snape is actually a very nice person, but the way of speaking and communication is a little different from that of ordinary people." Dumbledore said.

　　

　　 "I understand, I think people are always accurate," Zhou Yi nodded, "He is not a bad person, but... he doesn't know how to communicate with others."

　　

"It would be great if you could think so," Dumbledore pointed to the side. "Let’s hurry up, time is running out, I think—if he is really late, Professor McGonagall will be really angry. ."

　　

　　 "I said in the past when I was late, you are the principal," Zhou Yi laughed, "It reminds me of a joke."

　　

　　 "What's the joke?" Dumbledore became interested.

　　

　　 Zhou Yi told him the joke about playing the game and saying that he was going to class—with a slight modification, such as describing the game as a game of magic on paper, Dumbledore burst into laughter.

　　

　　Ps: The ruthless codeword machine is working