At some point, the music stopped playing, and the crystal chandelier above the restaurant turned on, illuminating the place in gold.

The clock tower is not an old Hogwarts castle after all, and there is no magic that restricts the use of electronic devices, it is lit by electric lights.

In the schools of Hogwarts, there is a strong restriction known as "Merlin's Law", not to mention electric lights, not even arquebuses.

Principal Lin believes that it is this kind of magic that has made the wizarding world so disconnected from the outside world that it is difficult to accept new things, and it has almost stood still for hundreds of years.

With this in mind, as a new-age magic school, the Clock Tower is committed to accepting new things, encouraging innovation, and is open to students.

He walked over to the long table and greeted the first student with a smile.

"Welcome, Miss Granger, and I hope you have a great time at school."

Hermione, who was thinking about the pattern, was woken up by Lily's elbow, and then realized her faux pas, nodded with a red face, and whispered to the headmaster:

"I'm also very happy to be at the school."

As he spoke, several slender girls in leaf-woven dresses walked from the back of the restaurant, carrying large plates in their hands, which were covered with silver covers.

"This is the dryad I found in the depths of the Great Forest, and I signed a contract with them to hire them to work in the clock tower, and it seems that they are doing a good job."

Hermione sat in her seat and watched as the dryads brought the plates, and when the covers were lifted, she was greeted with food and cutlery she had never seen before.

Seeing her stunned, Principal Lin enthusiastically explained to her.

"It's Chinese food."

"In order to find a chef who can make authentic Chinese food, I went to Chinatown and found more than 20 qualified chefs."

"This dish is fish-flavored shredded pork, this is vegetarian fried three fresh, this is Yangzhou fried rice, this is a pile of splendid ·········"

"This soup is a silver dragon crossing the sea, and this one looks like chicken, but it is actually a spell out of mushrooms, vegetarian chicken, and bamboo shoots········"

As he spoke, Lily over there had already grabbed her chopsticks and was sweeping quickly.

Although it is the first time to use chopsticks, you can quickly adapt to the hand that holds the hilt of the sword all year round.

"Music playback!"

A playback spell was used on the zither, and a soothing, peaceful repertoire rang out in the dining room.

There are only two people and one heroic spirit in the whole restaurant, the little fairies are flying around, and the tree spirits come to add dishes from time to time.

For the sake of the atmosphere, the lighting tone was deliberately adjusted to make it more warm.

After dinner, the Heroic Girl nodded to the two of them, and became spiritual.

"She?"

Hermione, who had seen the Heroic Spirit's incarnation for the first time, asked with some curiosity.

"She's going to patrol the campus."

Hermione nodded knowingly as she remembered that the Lily teacher had first met her, claiming to be the administrator of the Campus Security Department.

Immediately, she thought of her future behavior and asked:

"Principal, may I ask, when will the students report?"

"There are only seven days left, and the first batch of new students will not be very large, about 300 to 500 people."

Won't that be a lot?

There are only about 50 students in the first class of Hogwarts!

"Are there so many nascent wizards in all of England?"

Hermione blurted out.

"Of course there is no ········"

The white-robed young man had a smile in his eyes, he always had to take more care of this little girl, after all, ········

"Didn't anyone tell you that this isn't a school for wizards?"

Hermione blinked in surprise.

"Isn't this a school for magic? Why not raise wizards? ”

"Only wizards can learn magic?"

Rao was Hermione's experience, and it was the first time she had heard such a statement.

"What gave you the illusion that only wizards can learn magic?"

The young man continues to ask rhetorically:

"Elves have their own magical civilization and are good at crafting magical weapons, such as the Gryffindor heirloom sword; House-elves have more magic than even their masters, even in places where apparitions are forbidden; The ancient dragon species, not the kind of dragon beasts that are now called pure-blooded dragons, they have powerful magic unleashed by chanting dragon words··········"

"These are all traceable, different from the wizard's magic system, why do you turn a blind eye?"

Hermione frowned and thought for a while, finally found an excuse, raised her head, stared at the young man seriously, and said:

"None of those are human, you know what I mean."

Then, she saw Lin Zhengyang's ridicule.

"Yes, you know, wizards are human!"

"I thought the wizards had separated themselves from the human race and formed a separate race!"

In an instant, a majestic momentum spread out, and He seemed to see a green mountain piercing the sky.

"As you said, wizards are also human."

"So, as a human being, why can't you learn magic like a wizard?"

Hermione couldn't answer.

"This is exactly—"

With a wave of his hand, the young man pointed around.

"—Give them a place to make their dreams come true!"

···········

London, Ministry of Magic.

In the Penal Interrogation Division, the Minister is taking people to watch the trial in person.

Beside him, there was a clerk who spread out the record book and recorded the interrogation process at any time.

"I'll give you one last chance, according to the procedure—"

"Who instructed you to steal the prophecy of the Department of Mysteries?"

"Who do you work for?"

"What's your mission?"

"Did you do it on the spur of the moment this time, or did you plan it for a long time?"

"What's your plan?"

············

The prisoner on the other side, who was bound by magical shackles, still hung his head and pretended to be dead, but he didn't say a word, and he refused to look up at them.

The key to the magic of the Dementor is to make eye contact, but there are masters in the field who can read memories without making eye contact.

The only way to fight against this all-pervasive mind-reading master is firm will and brain occlusion.

Obviously, it is impossible for an ordinary staff member of the Ministry of Magic to have such a high level of Occlumency.

The more this is the case, the more it shows that this person's status is not low.

In other words, he probably knows something important.

After asking all the questions, and after half a minute of silence, the minister turned to the clerk.

"Record, according to the interrogation procedure, the other party refused to cooperate."

The clerk quickly wrote down a line, and the glow of magic flashed, and the record here would be copied in three copies, one for filing, one in the Penal Division, and the last one in the Intelligence Division.