Superman's Journey

Chapter 330 The Express Train Incident
House elves are a magical race, and they are even more talented in magic than most wizards, but they like to serve wizards, and they never know how to resist and fight, except for Dobby.

But even if they master magic, they will encounter things that magic cannot solve.

It's like now, even if their magical means are excellent, they still can't tell them what the right amount is, especially when almost any dish is in the right amount in the recipes that are densely packed with thousands of dishes. His head became more confused.

God!Looking at the thick cookbook in front of them, this group of Hogwarts house elves felt confused and confused about the task assigned by the 'master' for the first time in history.

They saw that the whole article was in the right amount, and there were recipes in the right amount everywhere. They opened their mouths and seemed to have countless things to say, but they couldn't say a word in the end.

Because questioning their master is not what a good house-elf should do, and they can't do it!

Picking up the heavy recipes, the house elves of Hogwoods left and returned to their back kitchen to study these mysterious oriental recipes that they had never seen before.

Thankfully, Lincoln's cookbook doesn't include those delicacies from hell, nor does it include Fantastic Beast delicacies, so the house-elves' jobs are made a lot easier.

At least they don't have to worry about the ingredients anymore, they just need to think about the proper amount of those thousands of dishes.

Hogwarts New Oriental Cooking School opens!But there are no teachers, only students.

After setting up a difficult problem for the house-elves, Lincoln began to happily decorate his office.

In fact, there is no need for any overly complicated means. With a snap of the fingers, magic will directly solve these problems. After that, he found Dumbledore: "Hello, Professor Dumbledore."

"Hello, Professor Lin." Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by Lincoln's method of directly drawing a circle to teleport: "Professor, are you ready to teach students of different grades?"

"Actually, I have prepared some, but not much." Lincoln's attitude was very arrogant, and he did not look like a teacher at all: "You know, lesson preparation has always been annoying, so I am going to play it myself."

"That's a good idea, then, you are looking for me, do you need any help?"

"No." Lincoln shook his head, grabbed the phoenix in his arms, and stroked it ignoring its struggle: "It's just that I have nothing to do, so I came to see you."

"It's okay to be free." Dumbledore was silent for a while: "If that's the case, Professor Lin, I can recommend something to you."

"Platform nine and three-quarters is about to open. The express train needs to welcome the arrival of the freshmen. If you don't mind, you can go there to welcome the freshmen together to prevent any special circumstances from happening above. You know, the situation this year is quite special."

Lincoln didn't say what the special situation was, and neither did Dumbledore. The two just looked at each other and smiled, and then Lincoln stood up: "No problem, I just want to see what the train looks like."

While speaking, he let go of the struggling Phoenix in his arms.

The phoenix, which has been letting go but to no avail, took off the moment it was freed, and left Lincoln far away, staring at him vigilantly, as if it was very dissatisfied with Lincoln's previous action of stroking her.

Regarding Phoenix Fox's dissatisfaction, Lincoln just laughed and disappeared behind the portal.

And when the last flash of light disappeared, the figure in the painting on the wall said, "Dumbledore, you really made a bad decision to recruit such an unknown person into Hogwoods!"

"Smart, if you ask me, that strange teleportation magic. Oh! I've never seen it before, what a miracle!"

When the previous headmasters in the portrait were discussing, there was a sound, and a head-sized hole suddenly opened in the air, Lincoln's face appeared in it, looking at Dumbledore: "Also, I have one more thing to say, Can you change the menu for this year's opening ceremony?"

"Corn, fried chicken, french fries, vegetables, kind of boring isn't it?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes on the bridge of his nose a little, looked at Lincoln from above the frame, and laughed after a moment of silence: "Since the professor is willing to share some things, I think Professor McGonagall will be very happy."

"That would be great." Lincoln also laughed and disappeared.

There was still some time before the departure of the express train, so he decided to go to the Hogwoods library to learn a little bit about spells during this time, and then go to the back kitchen to change the menu for the Hogwoods opening ceremony.

In other words, would it be a little ulterior motives to prepare stinky tofu and confit dishes on such an important ceremony?
Probably not, anyway, the school has an infirmary.

King's Cross Station - Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

On a platform hidden by magic, Lincoln looked at the magic train in front of him: "It's a very good idea. Combining trains and magic, it seems that the minds of wizards in this world are also very useful."

"Hello, Professor Lin."

While Lincoln was looking at the steam-magic express train, Hagrid, who was like a little giant, came to Lincoln's side: "I was wondering who would help welcome the new students, but it turned out to be you."

"Hagrid?" Lincoln looked at Hagrid, "Where's Harry Potter? You lost it?"

"Uh." Hagrid's tone faltered slightly, and he patted himself on the chest and said, "I have some more urgent matters to go to Professor Dumbledore, so... thank God, it's a good thing you came to help."

"You're welcome." Lincoln smiled slightly, and took out his staff: "Do you need me to give you a ride?"

Hagrid looked at the silver staff in Lincoln's hand, which had no wood texture at all, but looked like metal, and shook his head: "No, no. I think I can go back by myself."

"Is that so? Then I wish you a smooth journey. Just leave the express train to me."

Hagrid didn't know Lincoln well, but he trusted Dumbledore, so he also trusted Lincoln, whom Dumbledore had hired as a professor.

In his opinion, just welcoming the new students, unless someone boldly attacks the train, there will be absolutely no problems.

Hagrid left in peace, while Lincoln looked at the express train in front of him and laughed, and drew out his wand: "Come on, let's have a pleasant ride!"

The express train is the only large-scale transportation outside Hogwoods.

Whether it is a freshman or an old student, all must use this means of transportation to enter the school, but the difference is that the old students can often enter the school through other roads, instead of crossing the Black Lake by boat like freshmen.

Of course, these were under normal circumstances, and now that Hagrid was gone, the situation certainly couldn't be considered normal.

More and more students entered the state and boarded the magical express train with their own luggage.

The whine of the steam train sounded, and under the thick white steam, the express train started, and drove along the tracks to Hogwarts, leaving the scenery of the platform behind.

The express train is not small, and separate compartments are prepared for students of each grade, and new students can get to know each other in the compartments.

Malfoy, Weasley, Hermione, Harry, one after another familiar names appeared on the train slip in Lincoln's hand, he smiled, and then waved his wand: "All Hogwarts students, you it is good!"

"Wow!" Hearing Lincoln's voice spread in the car, Ron's face was full of surprise: "I never knew that the train is still useful!"

Not only he didn't know, even the old students didn't know, they looked at the source of the voice with doubts: "What happened? Did someone hijack the train?"

Just when they were puzzled, Lincoln's voice came again: "I am your teacher, the teacher who just joined the teaching of innovative magic use this year, and also the teacher who replaced Hagrid to welcome you, my name is Lincoln, you can call me I am Lin, but it is best not to let me hear the existence of any nickname."

"Magic, an amazing thing, but most of you don't seem to know how to get the most out of it, but that's okay, that's what I teach. And now, I need to show you what magic can do to what?"

"Now, get out your wands, recall what you've learned, and welcome, carnival time!"

After the words fell, Lincoln tapped his wand lightly, and a ray of light spread rapidly from the front of the car to the rear of the car.

Under the surprised eyes of hundreds of students, the iron sheet of the closed carriage began to tear from the middle, and spread out quickly.

The shelves, seats, and the luggage they carried were printed on the iron sheet of the screen like a painting, and then rising above the rolled-out carriages were walls and closed fortresses.

In the open-air environment, everyone can clearly see Lincoln standing on the high platform at the front of the car. Somewhere, a portal with golden dots swirling around its edge opened wide.

Whoosh whoosh—

With the sound of the wind, the train penetrated into the bottomless deep darkness. The next moment, the railroad track and the green mountains and green waters disappeared, replaced by the deep starry sky, and the monsters that had emerged one by one in the starry sky.

Those monsters are so frightening, almost like they exist on the basis of their uncanny valley effect.

All of a sudden, I don't know how many Hogwoods freshmen were scared and cried, curled up: "No! Don't! Don't come over!"

"Help me! Mom! Mom!"

"I don't want to go to school! I don't want to learn magic!"

Noisy crying sounded, and Lincoln on the stage burst into laughter. In order to bring the purest experience to these new students, he waved his magic wand and opened the lid of the originally closed fortress.

So, when the big faces of those ferocious monsters appeared in the gaps, the crying and frightened voices became louder.

The performance of the freshmen was unsatisfactory. Even Hermione, who was known as a top student, was on the verge of collapse after being licked by an ugly and disgusting monster, and her whole body was covered in green and black slime. cried out.

On the contrary, those old students performed well, maybe they learned something, maybe they were hit too much, they can pick up the magic wand in their hands to fight back, even when they are attacked by those monsters, they will not completely lose their will to fight.

On the contrary, at certain times, when looking at those tortured and crying freshmen, they actually had a feeling of wanting to laugh in their hearts.

Although their situation is not good, but when they see those immature freshmen collapse, they just want to laugh.But, it's really funny!
After launching the train, entering a different space, and making some monsters with disgusting attack methods but not hurting people, Lincoln has already started to sit on the table and admire the performance of the students below.

In the carriage, watching those students who originally dreamed of magic, but now they are made to cry by magic, can often give people a wonderful feeling.

Lincoln was very happy, the conductor was very happy, and the old students were also very happy. Only the freshmen were tortured terribly, but it is actually a good deal to exchange one person’s pain for three times the happiness, isn’t it?
The happy hour didn't last long.

That is to say, after a small hour of torture, the iron sheet of the originally flat carriage was closed again, and a large amount of mucus disappeared rapidly like running water. With the golden portal reappearing, the train traveled through the deep starry sky.

Except for the magic power consumed, the shock on the newborn's face, the red eyes and the tear stains, I can no longer see what happened before.

Muggle-born Hermione read a lot from books, but obviously, the prank Lincoln participated in and carried out was definitely not recorded in any book.

At this moment, even after the prank was over, she was already covering her face, screaming and sobbing, obviously being tortured severely.

But unlike these freshmen, Ron's two older brothers' eyes were as bright as four large light bulbs at this time.

They never imagined that such creative pranks could be carried out on the Hogwoods express train. Look at Ron, he was so scared that he was curled up in a corner with the mouse Scabbers!
The two Weasley brothers, who laughed loudly, didn't care about their distressed appearance. They just took out their cameras and took a photo for Ron. They decided to keep it and take it out to humiliate his stupid brother whenever they need it in the future!

(End of this chapter)