Change the world from Hogwarts

The next day, at nearly five o'clock in the morning, when Connor opened his eyes consciously, he slowly stood up from the bed.

Hufflepuff students' accommodation is located underground, and the dormitories are deeper than the common room, and there are no windows.

When Connor turned his gaze to the center of the room, he saw a copper chandelier. In the early morning hours when there was still no sunrise, this warm light actually made people feel comfortable in the closed environment.

Comfortable.

Under the warm light, Connor also looked around, taking in the surroundings once again.

The place where he lay was a four-poster bed. The huge curtains could provide the children with a certain degree of security. There was a small desk next to it, which could be used for reading or reading before going to bed.

The small suitcase was stuffed under the bed.

A tree-like staircase leading upwards is located next to the desk, looking small and compact.

Some green plants in the room are dotted with emerald green, so that people will not feel visual fatigue.

This is Hufflepuff's dormitory - and it's a single room.

"You look like you're happy with your life."

Just when Connor couldn't help but form a smile, his adoptive mother's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

Looking around, he saw his mother sitting leisurely on the chair beside the desk.

However, her body was far less solid than what Connor had seen before, and was more illusory.

wrong……

It seemed that from the moment she appeared, everything around her became illusory.

All this is illusory.

"Am I still in a dream?"

Connor couldn't help but frown.

"Mother, what are you doing now..."

"Ah, it's a helpless move."

The witch shrugged

"This school is more interesting than I thought. Its castle has been cast with ancient protective magic, so I can't interfere here at will, nor can I appear next to you at will like before."

She suddenly started crying and started wiping the corners of her eyes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Mom, I'm so pitiful."

However, this was obviously an act, as Connor looked at her with a proud smile.

"So I changed the way. You are just dreaming now, so we can meet again, and..."

Immediately afterwards, her figure flashed, and she came to his side and got into his bed.

"Eh?"

Caught off guard, she put her hand on his forehead.

"Forehead?"

"It's still warm, right?"

"Ah... um."

"Anyway, tell me, how is your school life?"

She looked a little expectant, as if she was not a witch who had been famous for a long time and had mixed reputations, but an idiot mother.

"Hmm... Hufflepuff gives me a great feeling. If I go to school here, I don't think I have to worry about interpersonal relationships anymore."

"Well, what then?"

She smiled and listened.

"It's just that some teachers in the college are, how should I say, a little strange?"

Thinking of the big bat he saw last night, Connor subconsciously frowned.

He didn't like Snape - at least the first impression wasn't particularly good.

But Connor quickly relaxed his brows.

"But I'm still looking forward to life in school. I..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

‘Dong dong dong’

"Um?"

Under this sound, the surrounding scene became distorted.

"It looks like you're about to wake up. I won't force you to stay."

The adoptive mother just waved her hand.

"Let's talk about it later when we have time. Remember to tell me what you saw on the first day~"

‘Dong dong dong’

"Hey Connor, are you awake?"

When Connor opened his eyes again, he heard the voice clearly.

It's Ernie, he's up there.

"Well, I'm awake, what's the matter?"

"Phew, finally someone is awake, come out quickly, I found some good things."

"Okay, okay, it's coming, it's coming."

Feeling that he had nothing to do, Connor didn't refuse anything.

After changing into a wizard robe with the Hufflepuff logo, he reached towards the desk.

"Phil, come on."

In reality, his cat is lying there.

"Meow!"

However, the cat did not climb up his arms as he expected. Instead, it jumped high and landed firmly on his shoulders like an elegant gymnast.

"Although it's a little heavy, it's okay."

"Meow!!!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore."

After gently scratching the arrogant little guy, Connor subconsciously looked at his locked suitcase.

"We can't keep you locked in here... I'll find an opportunity to bring you out in two days and take you around."

After soothing the kitten, Connor looked around again.

Looking at the surrounding environment, he felt inexplicably emotional.

"Isn't there a day when my mother disappears from time to time..."

He walked directly up the stairs, and after opening the circular floor door, he returned to a large public room - of course, this was not a lounge, but a place like the living room of a dormitory.

.

There are more plants here and the scenery is better. There are white flowers planted at the entrance, exuding a faint fragrance.

A row of shimmering moonlight fungi are hidden in every corner, exuding their own presence, while a portrait of a house elf hangs on the wall.

But now, the person with the strongest sense of presence is actually Ernie McMillan.

There was a big package next to this guy. At first glance, he looked like he was about to run away from home. His blond hair was sticky with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

"what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his embarrassed look, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"I found some good stuff, Connor."

Not caring how embarrassed he looked, he just opened the package next to him and took out some bottles and cans.

Drinks, snacks, these are all foods.

"Did you ransack the Hogwarts kitchens?"

"No, of course not, but I did go to the kitchen with the prefects. The house elves there were very enthusiastic and gave me a lot of snacks."

After hearing what Ernie said, Connor couldn't help but glance at the grandfather clock in the bedroom.

"It's only five o'clock now. You got up at four o'clock and followed Gabriel and the others to the kitchen?"

"Well, there's also Hannah and the others. They went with Miss Smith."

At this point, Ernie stuffed a biscuit into his mouth.

"I feel like we can last a long time just by drinking these things, not to mention the food."

"Indeed, I guess Gabriel and the others just grab some snacks, and you are the only one who grabs the bottle."

Gently lifting the big jug containing milk, Connor twitched the corner of his mouth.

The jar was so big that he couldn't hold it with at least one hand, so he could only hold it.

He didn't feel how heavy it was, but he also knew that he was different from other people.

A child who is only 11 years old can run back carrying these bottles and cans and a lot of snacks. This physical ability cannot be underestimated.

"I almost feel like we don't have to go to the cafeteria for breakfast."

"I'm awesome!"

"I'm not complimenting you..."

Looking at Ernie's confident look, Connor just felt so tired.

But he doesn't hate having such a domineering roommate, which means he doesn't have to take the initiative to maintain interpersonal relationships.

People like Ernie often become the lubricant in the dormitory.

"Click"

At this moment, another small door of the cave was opened, and Justin Finch-Fletchley yawned and walked up from underneath.

"Good morning, you are awake too."

"Well, good morning."

Connor said hello.

"Come and eat some biscuits. I just went to the kitchen to get them."

"……Um?"

Probably because he was asleep, Justin obviously didn't react.

And when he realized what Ernie was talking about, his originally worried eyes widened.

"Huh? But I remember that breakfast shouldn't be in the auditorium..."

"Nothing, this isn't breakfast, it's something I got from the kitchen."

"Okay, but I have to brush my teeth and wash my face first. Also, do you know what the first class is in the morning?"

"Morning……"

Connor was stunned.

"I remember the class schedule hasn't been distributed yet, right?"

"The class schedule is coming soon."

While talking, Ernie swallowed another biscuit.

"I asked the prefect and he said we will receive the class schedule soon."

"Oh, yes, the little wizards' class schedule is ready, yes, yes!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound began to echo.

Looking around, what Connor saw was the portrait of the house elf hanging in the room.

The creature, which could not be said to be pretty, was dancing with all its might.

"Class schedule! Class schedule! We have been notified that the class schedule for Hufflepuff's little wizards is here!"

Then, the elf in the portrait raised a roll of parchment, and modern words slowly appeared on it.

"The first lesson for the little wizards is... Potions class!!"

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