[HP] Hogwarts Muggle University

Chapter 61 Hermione Knows It All

It wasn't until dinner that night that Harry and Ron realized the impact of the new birth.

"How many do you reckon there are?" asked Ron.

"There must have been thirty or forty of them," said Harry.Thirty or forty people are not too many for Hogwarts, but the first change of students is too eye-catching-everywhere they go, they will excitedly comment in their native language.The French students were quite reserved, and most of them disliked the earthy American food and the calorie-bursting American food with a contemptuous look.The Russian students were much more easy-going. When Harry and Ron passed through a group of people just now, they happened to hear them complaining in vodka-flavored English why the drinking age in the United States was 21.

"It's been quite lively this year." Ron looked eagerly at Fred and George who were shuttling through the crowd. Now they have perfectly transformed into American "twin spies" lurking in France and Russia.

"This is so embarrassing." Harry pushed the soup bowl away in frustration. "Why do I feel like the two of us are the only ones in the school sitting here like idiots?"

"Are you sure you don't want to try that soup? Bouillabaisse, it's delicious."

"Hermione? You came back early?"

"That's right. After all, I have a lot of things to do: I'm going to the bookstore to pick up the rented books, and I have an appointment with Professor McGonagall tomorrow. Besides, I have to go to the interview tomorrow afternoon—"

"interview?"

"Yes. I found a job in the Admissions Office of our school." Hermione shrugged with a rare humility. "It's not a big job. It's just looking at resumes and helping the school to preliminarily screen applicants."

When she wasn't looking, Ron made a face at Harry.

"So, what's in it?"

"Oh, the recipe is very simple: 500 grams of sorrel fish, crab meat from one crab, fifteen clams, ten shrimps, 150 grams of parsley, one onion, two potatoes, two tomatoes, a pinch of fennel , a bay leaf, 1 gram of saffron, four tablespoons of olive oil, and finally salt and pepper, and you have a pot of bouillabaisse!"

Harry: ...

Ron:  …

"Please Hermione," said Ron solemnly, "you really don't have to answer when we ask you questions."

"Okay Ron, then next time you beg me for an answer, I'll think carefully about whether to tell you the answer." Hermione quickly shot back, "Anyway, it's a good year to change your life, This means that Hogwarts can have two more international projects."

"International project?"

"Oh, the closest thing to us is those exchange programs. Anything else, it doesn't matter if you know." Hermione said in a haughty tone, "Honestly, when are you two going to start trying to keep up with the information age?" What about the pace?"

The end of her words was drowned out by an excited din.For a moment, everyone in the restaurant seemed to be looking back at the person who had just walked into the restaurant.

"Oh! Oh!" Ron screamed twice, "I seem to have seen him somewhere!"

Before he could remember who it was, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had already run past them, looking like they were going to ask for autographs.

O woman!Harry thought in disgust, wondering who was crying for his godfather's autograph a few weeks ago.However, Harry, who is half-athletic, has no clue about the identity of the new Russian.

"Of course you've seen him, Ron," Seamus reminded loudly at the dining table behind them. He made some impressions."

"Yes!" Ron slammed the table, and took out his mobile phone to type a line in the Google search bar, "I just said I know him! Who is he - Viktor Krum, born in Bulgaria is just the figure skater who has settled in Russia for a long time. After the last Winter Olympics, he temporarily retired to study, so the popularity gradually faded. Here, this is a photo of his previous competition. My God! I must go Want his autograph! Do you know how popular he used to be? Everyone called him the 'Ice Prince'—"

puff!

Harry spit out a mouthful of soup. After seeing the "Dark Duke", Harry's fragile heart could no longer bear the impact of any nickname.

"If you don't want to be beaten to death by the fans, Harry, you'd better not laugh." Ron reminded seriously. In fact, they were already surrounded by a group of girls with malicious eyes. Prince is a nickname given to him by female fans. Male fans usually call him—" He took a deep breath and lowered his voice dramatically, "'Ke Huang'."

Harry covered his mouth desperately not to laugh too loudly.

"But don't put any pressure on you. In our hearts, Krum will definitely not be able to surpass your father's status."

"That's different, Ron. Ice sports are to the Russians what rugby is to us." Hermione frowned at the group of girls who pretended to take food to get Krum's eyes. , "But anyway, he's just a sports star, so what's so good about him?"

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