Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 134: Absurd but true story

Albert was stunned, of course he knew who Mog McDougall was. That is a friend of Bud Brod, a famous contemporary magician, said to be as famous as Adebe Waughlin, the author of "Theory of Magic".

Just...

Why is this Mog McDougal different from what I imagined? I should say...

"What's wrong?" Mog McDougall, noticing the momentary confusion on Albert's face, asked suspiciously, "Is there something on my face?"

"I thought...you would be younger." Albert hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help expressing his doubts.

"Sorry. I was the one who made the mistake."

"Young... Haha, don't apologize, I'm really not young anymore." McDoug didn't mind Albert's gaffe, and pointed to the sofa inside with a smile, "Come in first, Bud should be very happy. Will be back soon."

Albert sat cautiously across from McDougall, but his eyes were drawn to the parchment on the table, all written in runes.

"It seems that Bud is right, you do have high attainments in this area." McDougall took a sip of the black tea and looked at Albert nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Albert also noticed McDougal's gentle smile. How to say it?

The way the other party looks at him is very special... and very familiar.

"I thought Isobel's talent was good enough," McDougall whispered. "She's one of the best kids I've ever seen."

"Isobel?" Albert cast an inquiring look at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"My distant niece." McDoug nodded towards the parchment full of ancient runes, and asked Albert with a smile, "Bard and I are going to write a book of ancient runes, you Interested in participating?"

"Me?" Albert felt that he had heard a ridiculous thing, and the other party would invite a child to write a book together.

"You want to write, not us." Professor Broad pushed open the door and walked in, nodded towards Albert and said, "You came a little earlier than I thought, what would you like to drink?"

"Milk tea." Albert was stunned for a moment, then replied instinctively.

Professor Broad waved his wand lightly, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.

"I can see that you are highly accomplished in ancient runes, so I recommend you to Mog. Of course, the main job of writing books is for Mog, and we just help him do it. It's just a thug."

"It's incredible," Albert said honestly.

"Me too?" Albert asked tentatively. "If you tell it, it will probably be the funniest joke of the century."

"Don't say that, you're special, brighter than Isobel," McDougall explained. "I think you might come in handy, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind."

"Certainly, I think you must have learned a lot in the process?" McDougall said with a smile: "Get to know again, Mog McDougall."

"Albert Anderson, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Mog McDougall." Albert reached out and shook hands with him. Although it felt unreal, he seemed to have met an incredible guy. Woolen cloth.

"Are you going to write a textbook, or..."

"No, it's a more advanced book, it's not for students to read as material, it's about something deeper in ancient rune study," McDougall explained, "Perhaps, you also Haven't touched that realm, but the ancient runes do hold special powers, and some ancient spells use it. If Dumbledore was willing to help, we'd be much faster."

"There are very few people who really know how to use ancient Rune now." Professor Brod did not hesitate to praise his words, "Mogg is an expert in this field."

"No, no, Bud, at least I have one in front of me." McDougall smiled and nodded at Albert's wooden bracelet, "The workmanship is a bit rough, but it's undeniable. , this is the prototype...would you mind lending me a look at your work?"

"Huh?" Albert realized what the other party said about the result, took off the wooden bracelet, and handed it to McDoug.

"If it were me, I would suggest that you use yew wood. Although the protector tree has special effects, it is not perfect for the power of runes." McDoug's fingers brushed the wooden hand. The rune on the ring looked at Albert with interest and asked, "Unfortunately, you haven't really mastered how to use it."

Albert's eyes lit up, staring at Mog McDougall. He felt that his doubts about the rune were likely to be solved by the other party.

"Don't worry, you are already ahead of many people in this area, at least Bud doesn't know these things." McDoug turned his head to look at his friend and said softly.

"I'm not you, I haven't done any research in this area." Professor Broad didn't care about his friend's jokes at all. "You're far behind me in practice~IndoMTL.com~."

"Everyone has their own strengths." McDoug, without any embarrassment on his face, looked at the parchment on the table. "Okay, I think we should focus on our work."

"Can I ask?" Albert asked, picking up a piece of parchment. "Where did you get these things, I mean, these runes."

"This is one of Ravenclaw's legacy." Professor Broad didn't care how shocking it was, and said it directly.

"Legacy?" Albert was surprised, but calmed down quickly.

"Yes, legacy, Ravenclaw wisdom." McDoug said, "It's amazing stuff, and I'm going to sum it up and write it into a book so others can interpret it. Knowledge, one day, people will realize the magical power contained in ancient Rune."

"I've never seen any magical power in these words." Professor Broad reminded aloud.

"Because you don't know enough about runes." McDougall pointed out the problem unceremoniously, "Okay, let's get started!"

He waved his wand, and the parchment and quill appeared out of nowhere, ready to record.

This is a tedious job, and Albert has a hard time believing that he is actually involved in it. When he came out of Professor Broad's office, he was in a trance, and there was still a buzzing in his head, constantly echoing this passage. Time to hear and experience... Although I understand it, my brain can't handle these chaotic knowledge well for a moment.

Albert didn't even realize when he returned to the Gryffindor lounge, when he closed his eyes to rest, and the whole brain kept recalling the strings of runes and the words McDoug said. Until he fell asleep unknowingly.