Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

Chapter 276: Chatting and Taking a Taxi to the Ministry of Magic

Only after arriving at the Room of Requirement did Sainz have time to enter the space cabinet and take a good look at his ship.

The design of the ship was consistent with the original requirements: strong, beautiful, majestic, and equipped with a steam turbine.

"Hey, while others are still worrying about their homework, Sai already owns a large private luxury yacht. Why is the gap between people so big? Haha..."

Few people can refuse to own a private yacht of their own. When Sai saw the real thing, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. However, he had some self-control after all, so he didn't make any ugly appearance.

There will be one more task to be done in the future - to perform magical modifications on the big toys, but it will have to be postponed.

At present, the production of Gublai Fairy Fire is not enough, the expansion of the space cabinet cannot be stopped, and the production of the meditation basin has not been successful. There is too much work to be done. In comparison, the magic of the mobile residence is not the most urgent.

This ship will definitely need to use the Loyalty Spell in the future, but there is no rush for now. He wants to use it after the modification is completed. Of course, he has to analyze the specific situation. In case Lao Fu suddenly gains power, it is not impossible to adjust the order.

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"Hey, Hagrid, you okay?"

Hearing Sainz's voice, Hagrid, who was busy in the pumpkin field, turned around suddenly, "Hey, Sainz, you're finally back, I thought... Oh my God... I would have made a mess without your help!"

Hagrid ran out of the field excitedly and wanted to give Sainz a warm hug, but he dodged without a trace, "I came to visit you yesterday, but you were not at home."

"Oh... sorry... I was at the Hog's Head!" Hagrid said a little embarrassedly.

"With Professor Flitwick?"

"No, Professor Flitwick prefers to go to the Three Broomsticks."

"Well, maybe Professor Flitwick prefers quiet."

"You're wrong. He loves the hustle and bustle. He's the conductor of the music class!"

As soon as Hagrid said that, Sainz reacted. Compared with the other three deans, Professor Flitwick did seem to prefer a more lively atmosphere. He was the one who made the arrangements for the various celebrations every year, which also reflected something indirectly.

"Come in, Sainz, you haven't had my rock cake for several months, and I have developed a lot of new recipes."

"Really? You'd better try it!

By the way, you just said it was a mess, could it be that some magical creatures are causing trouble again?"

"No!" Hagrid denied immediately, and then said a little shyly: "I'm just a little unsure about what animal to show them..."

"Hagrid, you've been taking classes for more than a year. I think you can make your own judgment on this point. If you really can't make it, you can listen to other people's opinions."

"Who?"

"Harry or Hermione?"

"Them!" Hagrid immediately puffed out his chest confidently, "They all said my class is great!"

"..."

Are you sure you're not saying this just to save your face? "What about other students? Don't they have any other opinions?"

"Of course those Slytherins wouldn't say anything nice about me!" snapped Hagrid. "Their opinions don't matter."

If he is so confident, then why did he act like he saw a savior just now? The real situation must not be as indifferent as he said.

It seems that Hagrid's lesson was not enough. Forget it. Now that I'm back, I must make sure that Hagrid doesn't cause any trouble in the classroom. At least I have to live up to my identity as a teaching assistant. As for what happens after class, Hagrid, an old comrade in his sixties, has to be responsible for himself.

"Hagrid, your rock cake has improved again!"

After checking and confirming that what Hagrid poured for him was ordinary wild chrysanthemum tea, Sainz ate a piece of the new recipe rock cake with the tea and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

Needless to say, leaving aside Hagrid's other dark diets, the taste of the rock cake alone is really great and rich, although most people really can't enjoy it.

Sainz didn't know whether the name of Rock Pancake was coined by him as Hagrid said, but he had indeed seen different "Rock Pancakes" in other places.

As the name suggests, rock cake only has a surface that looks like rock. It’s not even hard, but the pattern on the surface looks like rock.

I don’t know who copied whose idea!

To be fair, Sainz thinks that Hagrid's rock crust pancake should have come first, and in terms of taste, Hagrid's pancake is indeed more solid and has a richer taste.

The other type of rock cake that Sainz saw was not in the wizarding world but in the Muggle world, and it only appeared in recent years. In terms of age, Hagrid is indeed ahead.

Maybe a Muggle wizard got the inspiration from Hagrid, or maybe a Muggle overheard a wizard's discussion. But it doesn't matter. There is basically no communication between the wizarding world and the Muggle world. I don't think Hagrid will go to the other party to ask for licensing fees one day, right?

After chatting for a while, Sainz prepared to say goodbye, "Hagrid, I have something else to do in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."

"Well, tomorrow morning..."

"Don't worry, I'll be at the fence tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you, see you tomorrow!"

"goodbye!"

After lunch, Sainz came outside the school and held out his wand to summon the Knight Bus.

Generally speaking, Sai is a man who abides by the rules. He plans to go to the Ministry of Magic to take an Apparition license exam. Although he can still teleport without a license, it is still a big handle.

Every year the Ministry of Magic's Traffic Department deals with many cases of disembodiment incidents caused by Apparition without a licence.

Essentially, as long as the Apparator can ensure that he does not make any mistakes, the Ministry of Magic employees will not go out of their way to cause trouble. However, if an accident occurs due to Apparition without a license, the person who is discovered will be issued a high-priced fine.

It is different for those with a license. Even if an accident occurs, such as leaving half of the body in front of a Muggle, the people from the Traffic Department will only be responsible for the aftermath and there will be no other penalties.

Don’t drive on the way to take the driver’s license test. Just take the bus.

"Hello, Sainz!

Wow, that dress looks really nice on you!"

"Hi, Stan, thanks for the compliment!"

As soon as the door behind Sainz closed, the bus rushed out.

"Where to? Diagon Alley again?"

"No, please take me to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, any one will do."

Stan called out the name of the place to Mr. Plan, who was driving, "Did you hear that, Ern? The Ministry of Magic!"

"By the way, Stan, you should be under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, directly under the Department of Magical Transportation!"

"That's great indeed. Do you need to report to the ministry regularly?"

"No, sometimes people from the Transportation Department would come to the car to chat with us, but they rarely summoned us to the department. There's nothing we can do about it. The car won't pick anyone up after we leave, haha..."

What Stan said makes sense. Bus operators have to be on standby at all times, and they never know when someone will call them.

It seems like it's always the two of them.

Could it be that they are the only two operating staff?

Don’t they need to sleep?!

Mr. Plan parked his car directly next to an old red telephone box on an old street in London.

"Do you know how to get in?" Stan asked with concern.

"!"

"Looks like I don't need to say any more. Magic!

Good luck, bye!"

Pick up the phone,.

A hollow and indifferent female voice seemed to come from the air, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and what you are here for."