Neil repeatedly assures everyone that this thing is essentially just a highly realistic mimic bait - but that's the bad thing, because the little creature will also fly like a real creature when it explodes.

The effort into realism is overdone.

"Monsters are smart, Professor, and it's possible for them to spot anomalies in their companions' deaths, and then become wary of critters that don't seem to pose any threat - and that would make the trap tactics we rely on for years less effective. In order to avoid that, every step must be flawless. ”

Even with a cobweb-like glare, Neil explained unhurriedly, as if he were teaching everyone some kind of wilderness survival knowledge.

"In addition, the flying pieces of minced meat also seem to have the ability to explode twice, and can be used repeatedly until the last bit of Dai Xuanshi is exhausted and turns into ashes...... Very economical, isn't it? I think it was the lack of that spirit in the industrialization of London that led to such a high level of pollution."

It's not that he can't imagine how this approach will make people living in a peaceful environment feel, after all, the last secret realm on the island of England has disappeared as early as the sixth century AD, when Merlin, the ancestor of English wizards, was still just a resident druid wearing bark and wielding a fork and stick, and it is indeed difficult for the British to understand what the threat of monsters is after more than 1,400 years after that.

But for Neil, sticking to the front line of the secret realm to fight the endless waves of monsters and protect the great rivers and mountains under the snowy mountains is a way of survival that they are proud of, and no matter whether others can understand it or not, they don't need to cover it up with lies. Of course, it would be bothersome if everyone was mistaken for a madman with a penchant for killing small animals, but he hadn't come up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

During the whole process, the wolf cub turned into Dai Xuanshi has been staring at him with wet round eyes, little by little, as if he has just woken up, and from time to time he sticks out his tongue and licks the tip of his nose, which makes the onlookers feel soft in their hearts.

"Isn't there a solution? For example...... Raise it? ”

"I advise you to dispel this thought." Neil replied categorically, "Don't get me wrong, I personally admire this spirit of fraternity, but don't forget, this little thing is made up of explosives of 100% purity - even Headmaster Dumbledore probably wouldn't allow me to spread such dangerous goods around the school." ”

Several female students who were eager to try suddenly showed disappointed expressions.

"That's enough." Professor McGonagall knocked on the podium, and the students' attention was on the wolf cub, and no one noticed her mistake, which made her feel relieved, "Everyone, go back to your seats—Mr. Wan, is there any way to transport it safely?" ”

"Just be careful, Professor. It's not delicate enough to shatter at the touch of a button, otherwise we'll have to blow up the surrounding mountains before we can destroy the monsters. ”

"Good." Professor McGonagall nodded, and pointed her wand at the wolf cub and silently chanted a levitation charm, and the little thing immediately floated up on all fours - it didn't look terrified, but rather jolted happily through the air, whining with excitement from time to time.

McGonagall carefully carried it from the last row of the classroom to the door, glancing back at the students who were staring at the wolf's tail with a look of fascination, "I'll take care of this thing, and before I get back, everyone will study on their own." ”

……

Regardless of the genius, it was a luxury to expect a group of 11-year-olds to be disciplined unsupervised, and it didn't take long for everyone to forget about the professor's request and start chatting in groups.

Pollack Verguel was in no mood to talk to anyone else, and sat alone with his chin in his hand - this position was not pretending to be cool, but because the sharp pain in the heart near the mandible had not completely subsided. Pollack couldn't understand what happened to him in the few minutes before class, although he had been a very unlucky person since he was a child, but everything should have a cause and effect, it couldn't be that he had a brain convulsion and gave himself a little bit, right?

But then again, it's hard to imagine anyone walking up to him in front of him in full view of everyone and delivering a blow to his jaw as hard as a cow's hoof, without attracting any attention......

, who had been involved in paranormal events on his first day of class, frowned depressedly when someone tapped him on the shoulder from the right. Pollack turned his face angrily and saw the foreign exchange student, who had just made a splash in class, nodding to him with a low-profile flattering smile.

……

Fifteen minutes later, when Professor McGonagall returned to the classroom after properly positioning the wolf cub, she found two empty seats in the last row on the Ravenclaw side. Neil and the problem student who had dozed off in the first class, Ferge, were both missing.

According to the students who witnessed the incident, the two men were talking in a normal whisper, but in the middle of the conversation, Pollack Verguel suddenly stood up like crazy and punched each other in the face, only to break the metacarpal bone of his index finger to ring finger, and fell to the ground and curled up in pain. Without the professor present, Neil, who volunteered, had to take him to the infirmary.

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There are only seven compulsory courses for a year at Hogwarts: Transfiguration, Charms, Herbs, Potions, Astronomy, History of Magic, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Some of the students who have adapted to the new environment more quickly have already begun to use this free time to explore around the school.

Most of them will be spontaneously redirected by magical staircases, or bad-eyed ghosts (yes, I'm talking about you, Peeves!). He was embarrassed, and then he was driven by the adventurous spirit that is unique to teenagers, and he led other students around him who had common sense to follow suit.

However, the last time there was a major accident that resulted in the death of a student was in 1942...... It was nearly 50 years ago, and its history was older than that of the mysterious man of Xuan He, and the cause had nothing to do with the reckless adventures of the freshmen, so most teachers did not pay much attention to this behavior, except for Filch, who every day hated to catch a few examples of school rules and show them to the public.

This year, however, Ravenclaw showed almost no students running around in their spare time — not just freshmen, but similar tendencies were spreading among older students. The sudden decline in the proportion of Ravenclaw students among those who spent wandering idly in the corridors, the Quidditch pitch, and the lake made poor Professor Flitwick baffled, and thought that a sudden trend of academic progress had suddenly sprung up in his house, and he was happy for a long time.

What really drew the students' attention away from the outside was the small tent that suddenly appeared in the corner of the common room, and Neil Wan, who had been granted permission to operate, built his shop as fast as he feared the other party would regret it.

The Ravenclaw lounge is a large circular room with blue tones, elegant arched windows with delicate silk curtains, and domes and carpets decorated with stars.

Neil, however, seems determined to spoil this admirable elegance, and although he used a blue tarp in his scaffolding out of respect for the founder—God knows why—his new shop was stylistically like a flea market stall, and looked out of place in the lounge.

Most of the small shop space was filled with chests and barrels brought from nowhere, and only a few pieces of flannel cloth in the middle could be seen for sale: ancient coins strung with red strings, octagonal copper plates engraved with strange symbols, amulet-like things like antique mirrors, feathers, scales, and other air-dried materials that had been plucked from some creature; The large glass bottles are soaked in a cloudy liquid with white eggs, and occasionally they can be seen turning a few times on their own without the influence of external forces; The most conspicuous item was a bronze sword on a red-lacquered wooden shelf, with a leek-shaped blade glowing with a faint blue light, making it difficult to breathe just by staring at it......

The smiling shopkeeper sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, his robe covered with an ultramarine robe, shaking the handbell in his hand to attract the attention of the students. If he saw a student reading a book or writing a paper in the lounge, he would put his index finger to his mouth and signal everyone to lower their voices, and then mysteriously take out one or two rare gadgets from the box behind him, eliciting small exclamations from the onlookers, until the good and diligent students could no longer learn under the torture of curiosity - the number of Ravenclaw students studying in the library increased considerably, which was one of the main reasons for Professor Flitwick's misunderstanding.

For the first few days, everyone was cautious about Neil and his unexplained but expensive goods, which were crowded every time they opened, but there were few customers who were actually willing to pay for something. It wasn't until the end of the first week of the new semester that an accident changed the situation, making the stall the focus of the whole school's mouths.