The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"If I remember correctly, three or four hundred years ago, probably in the sixteenth century... There was a lord in England who traveled to South America. I forgot the name of the lord. Anyway, he saw the tomato plant. .”

While Dracula recalled the interesting things he had experienced in the past 1000 years, he told Dobby the story of "the first person to eat a tomato".

Just 400 years ago, Dracula went to a meeting on a whim—it was the first time he participated in the Great Noble Union after he received the title of Earl from the Grand Duke Lord of England. Meeting.

It was also at that meeting that he met the jazz who saw the tomato.

In fact, the tomato was originally a wild plant native to South America, and its original name was "Wolf Peach".

Wolf peach was an ornamental plant at that time, and humans did not discover its edible value.

Because people at that time learned lessons from fungi, they all knew that the brighter the color, the greater the toxicity of the plant, such as poisonous crops such as poisonous mushrooms, and colorful poisonous spiders...

So there is a local saying——

Wolf peaches, or tomatoes, were considered poisonous by experts at the time.

According to the locals, people who eat wolf peaches will soon develop bumps and tumors, and the more serious ones will be life-threatening!

Although the wolf peach is bright red when ripe, the red fruit and green leaves are very beautiful and attractive, but just like the brightly colored mushroom solitary is highly poisonous, people are still very afraid of it. No one has ever dared to try to eat it. It is used as an ornamental plant.

"I still have a little impression of that sir." Dracula said to Dobby as he put the lollipop stick on his fangs to get the last taste, "I remember that he was not just a Noble, and a wizard who is pretty good at magic—”

"In the absence of a reasonable way of preservation, the jazz used magic to bring tomatoes into England."

"Because the tomatoes are very bright and shiny, the Sir gave the tomatoes to the queen who was reigning at that time... Well, it seems that the queen at that time was little Yin Lisabeth."

"In short, that gentleman took tomatoes as a gift of love and expressed his love to little Yin Lisabeth... Since then, tomatoes have been called "love fruit" and "lover fruit" by people at that time."

"It's just that even though the popularity of this fruit has been raised in one fell swoop, no one wants to eat tomatoes. They just continue to grow tomatoes in the manor as plants for ornamental purposes, or as gifts that symbolize love. to a lover."

"As for treating it as a food? Sorry, no one has ever dared to eat it..."

Listening to Dracula's narration, Dobby was amused and burst into laughter.

"They don't even dare to eat tomatoes, those people are even more stupid than Dobby!" Dobby regained his spirits and shouted happily, "So did they eat tomatoes in the end?"

"Hmm... Tomatoes really became food nearly two or three hundred years ago." Dracula said thoughtfully, "There is a person who thinks tomatoes are so beautiful, bright and fresh, and they look delicious It looks like I can't control my desire to eat..."

"So that man tasted the world's first tomato." Dracula shrugged.

The first person to eat a tomato was a French painter. He used to paint tomatoes many times. Faced with such a beautiful and lovely but "poisonous" fruit, he really couldn't resist the temptation of it, so he came up with the idea of ​​tasting it with his own mouth. What a taste idea.

It can only be said that the painter from France is a typical foodie who wants to eat his life.

He risked his life to eat the first tomato, but after eating it, he only tasted sour and sweet taste without any discomfort.

But he still firmly believes in the toxicity of tomatoes. After eating tomatoes, he lay on the bed and waited.

With death coming.

It's easy to guess what happened later. The painter lay quietly on the bed. After a long time, he didn't die until he couldn't take it anymore and ate another tomato...

Facts have proved that tomatoes, a red plant, are non-toxic and harmless, and can be eaten as a very delicious fruit or vegetable.

The French painter recalled the rather delicious feeling when chewing tomatoes, and told his friends the news that "tomatoes are non-toxic and edible".Not long after, the news of the non-toxic tomato shocked many places and quickly spread all over the world...

"Since then, hundreds of millions of people around the world have safely enjoyed the food brought by this brave man who "dare to be the first to eat a tomato"."

Dracula finished telling the story slowly, his expression slightly dazed.

Chapter 140 Three Newt Scamander and Rolf Scamander

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The sky is cloudy and the sea wind is howling.

Rows of dark green huge waves rise and fall one after another, like countless sea beasts breaking free from their cages, and the rough backs covered with seaweed almost touch the dark sky.

The southernmost country in the Balkans is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and this area has been very turbulent recently.

This is a country that once had one of the most brilliant civilizations in the world, Greece.However, for unknown reasons, today's Greek magic world seems lackluster.

The magic world in Greece had a very prosperous development more than 1000 years ago. Countless outstanding wizards were born in this area and left a great reputation.

However, today's Greek magic world is withered talents and all industries are withered.

Almost all wizards understand one truth - magic is a kind of knowledge that pays great attention to talent!

In the history of the magic world, there are very few examples of wizards who were born dull to become outstanding talents in the magic world.

Even Newt Scamander, the admittedly taciturn magizoologist in his youth, exhibited at a very young age the rare ability to gain the trust of magical animals.

However, according to the statistics of experts, among the wizards born in Greece in the past few hundred years, there are very few talented and intelligent people, and most of them are ordinary people who have been doing nothing for a lifetime.

It has been a long time since this once brilliant place had a genius who led the times.

Over time, wizards left the evil place of Greece one after another, and went to the magic world of other countries to develop.

Under the vicious circle, this kind of talent shortage has appeared in the magic world of Greece.

Now, this country of withered talents has ushered in two uninvited guests——

There are two wizards, one old and one young. The old man has a mess of grizzled curly hair and some freckles on his face. He is carrying an old-fashioned brown leather suitcase in his hand.

The young man is a boy with blond hair, dark blue childlike holes, and soft facial features. He is only about eleven or twelve years old, and he looks like he is still in school.

"You must be the famous Magizoologist, Mr. Newt Scamander!" A balding middle-aged wizard came up with two attendants, shook hands with the old man enthusiastically, and said Fluent in English, "Let me introduce myself, I am the minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic Albertel. I wrote to you three days ago."

It can be seen that the Greek Ministry of Magic does not have many people.

As the Minister of Magic, Alberto wrote a letter to the magizoologist himself, and came to greet him in person, with only two followers behind him...

"Hello, Mr. Albertel." The old man looked a little shy, and smiled slightly at the Greek Minister of Magic.

As if it was a sequelae left by his contact with these personnel from the Ministry of Magic when he was young, he grasped his suitcase tightly without showing any signs, and subconsciously checked every button on the outside of the box.

Apparently, Minister Abertel didn't notice the old man's little tricks, so he warmly approached him.

"Ah, this is your grandson, right? He really is a good-looking talent!" He turned his gaze to the blond boy next to the old man, and praised with a smile on his face, "I heard that your grandson is only 12 years old, and he has already become your little assistant. .He's only just reached the age of second grade?"

The blond-haired boy imitated the old man's appearance, showed a shy smile, and walked forward.

"Hello, Mr. Albertel. My name is Rove... Rove Scamander." The boy introduced himself, "I just entered the second grade this year."

"It's amazing to be your grandfather's assistant in the second grade." Albertel sighed, touching his bald forehead.

How he wished that Greece could have such bright young wizards!

But it's really strange, the little wizards born in Greece are less qualified than the next, and it usually takes them six or seven years to barely complete the courses of the third and fourth grades of magic schools in other regions.

And this gap is widening from generation to generation!

"I guess Rove is also studying at Hogwarts, right?" Alberto continued to approach with a smile, wanting to make friends so as to reduce the cost of hiring this elderly magizoologist, "Which college are you in now? go to school? with you

Hufflepuff like grandpa? "

"No, Mr. Albert, I didn't go to Hogwarts." Rove raised his head and said to the Minister of Magic, "My mother said that Hogwarts has to change the Defense Against the Dark Arts every year." Professor, the quality of teaching is worrying, so let me study at Inflation Magic Academy."

"I was sorted into Infalmorny's Thunderbird Academy, which is the same academy as my grandma."

Hearing Rove's words, Newt, who stood beside him without speaking for a long time, had a slight look of regret in his eyes.

Because of raising illegal magical animals, Newt was expelled from Hogwarts halfway through school, so he still wants his grandson to fulfill his wish to graduate from Hogwarts...

"Because of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? That's really a pity." Albertel said, "I heard that a new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has come to Hogwarts in the past two years, and he has been re-elected until It's the second year, and it seems to be pretty good."

"You know Bulgaria and Romania, don't you? As for those two countries in the north of Greece, their wizards seem to worship that professor very much. Especially those wizards in Romania, they are usually very arrogant, but as long as the professor is mentioned name, it will immediately become a secretive look..."

"I don't quite understand why people in Romania worship a guy who is a professor in the UK so much in two countries that are more than 2000 kilometers apart."

Alberto spread his hands, looking puzzled.

"You're talking about Professor Dracula, right?" Newt finally spoke for the first time after greeting Minister Albertel, "Albus told me that Professor Dracula is a very A special existence, there must be something in it that we don't know yet."

"You're right." Abertel spread his hands, "Whatever, those proud Romanian wizards never take our Greek Ministry of Magic seriously, so it's impossible for them to tell me about Professor Dracula. things..."

As he said that, he became a little angry, "It's disgusting! Our Greek magic world was a world-leading existence more than 1000 years ago, but because of the poor development now, we have to be angry with these guys... ..."

"Ahem, Mr. Albertel!" Rove found that his grandfather's eyes had become a little erratic, as if he had drifted to an unknown place, so he hurriedly interrupted Minister Albertel's complaint, "You Didn’t you write a letter to ask my grandfather to come over to say that you suspect that there are magical animals here?”

"Oh, by the way, look at me, I almost forgot the business!" Albertel slapped his bare forehead suddenly, and laughed twice, "Rove is still smart, otherwise we don't know how to delay here How much time!"

While speaking, he gave a glance to a younger brother beside him.

The younger brother expressed his understanding, took out a map from a big box behind him, and handed it to Abertel.

Abertel took this topographic map of Greece with satisfaction, and used his magic wand to draw a red circle on one of the mountainous areas.

"Mr. Scamander, look here—" He held up the map with his left hand, pointed at the circle with his wand in his right hand, "In this mountain range, a large range of strange phenomena has appeared during this period. "

"Although I don't want to admit it, our Greek wizards can't cast such a wide range of magic, so don't blame me for suspecting magical animals at the first time."

Rove glanced at Minister Albertel with pity, and said with a sigh like a little adult:

"Your words are too heart-wrenching, Minister Albert..."

Albert's words choked up.

"It's clearly my heart that's been pierced, why are you sighing, kid?!" He complained wildly in his heart.

But in order to maintain his demeanor as a country's Minister of Magic, Alberto could only smile stiffly, as if nothing had happened.

Newt didn't care about the expression of the miserable Greek Minister of Magic. He just waved his wand, brought the topographic map closer, and carefully looked at the area circled in red.

There are densely covered with arcs representing mountains.

"Is this... Mount Olympus?" Newt asked

Road.

"Yes, yes, as expected of Mr. Scamander, he is indeed a professional!" Albertel gave a thumbs up, "The entire area of ​​Mount Olympus has been surrounded by fog recently, and it has lasted for more than ten years. It hasn't come apart for days."

"If it's just fog, it should be normal." Newt asked softly, "It's winter now, and the Olympus Mountains block the moisture from the southwest wind over the ocean, so it doesn't count if the rain and snow last longer. What a strange phenomenon."

Chapter 140 Mount Olympus

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"Two powerful wizards?!"

Albertel was taken aback, "Mr. Scamander, don't dare to talk nonsense. We have never had a wizard who can change the celestial phenomena on such a large scale!"