From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

When the little wizard Xiwen returned to the dormitory, he had already learned from the ghost Xiwen that a house elf would be coming to deliver food in a while. He managed not to fall asleep directly and sat in front of the table to wait.

Sure enough, not long after, with a "bang", an elf with pointed bat-like ears, a big head and eyes, and slender arms appeared in the dormitory. He was still holding a

A dinner plate with plenty of food on it.

"Dear Wizard, this is the food that the distinguished Lady Gray ordered me to bring you!" He said in a sharp voice.

Xiwen happily took the plate, thanked the elf with great satisfaction, and then started to enjoy the belated lunch.

"Oh my god, the respected wizard actually said thank you to me!" the house elf said loudly in surprise.

The fork in Xiwen's hand was frozen in place.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that not all elves were like his own Millie. Because of his persistence, coupled with her young age and strong plasticity, she gradually became accustomed to Xiwen's thanks.

Serving wizards has become the nature of house elves, and wizards also take the service of house elves as a matter of course. Very few wizards would even say thank you to them on a whim.

Xiwen was silent for a moment, smiled at the elf, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Buddy, dear wizard!" Buddy, the house elf, replied with excitement on his face.

"I understand, Budi." Xiwen smiled gently at Budi. "Thank you for your hard work."

The house elf Budi bowed excitedly and left Sivan's dormitory with a bang.

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"Xi Wen, why would a house elf bring you food?" Abraxas seemed to have been asleep before, but was just woken up by the sharp voice of the house elf. His voice was still a little confused.

"I just did a small favor to someone. Because it was already past dinner time, she asked for a meal in the cafeteria for me." Xiwen answered casually.

"Is it past dinner time?" Abu sat up with a look of realization on his face. "No wonder I feel a little hungry. Forget it, let's just go have lunch later."

Xiwen looked at him with twitching eyes, and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Actually, it's past lunch time..."

"What??" Abu suddenly opened his eyes and became completely energetic. "Why did I sleep for so long?"

"Who knows?" Xiwen spread his hands.

"Is there anyone else who woke up later than me?" Abu asked with a sense of luck.

At this time, a few grunting sounds came from the bed next door.

"Fortunately, Mobley got up even later." Abu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had found psychological comfort.

"You don't get up so late at home, right?" Xiwen asked curiously.

"How is that possible? My father has always been very strict at home, so I can relax a little bit when I come to Hogwarts." Abu retorted. "But the environment here is indeed very suitable for sleeping."

Xiwen looked at the Slytherin dormitory, which was still a little dark even at noon, and nodded in agreement.

"There is another sandwich here that I can't finish, so I'll give it to you." Seeing the hungry Abraxas, Sivan pointed to the sandwich on the plate.

"So why do you eat steak and I eat sandwiches?" Abraxas asked unconvinced.

"This is my lunch, so it's good to give it to you." Xiwen rolled his eyes and said. "And eating greasy food when you first wake up is not good for your stomach."

Abu nodded resignedly, grabbed the sandwich in his hand, and took the cup of pudding next to him. Then he said: "Okay, but I have to add this pudding!"

Xiwen curled his lips and ignored him, but quickly wiped out the remaining food.

Then he lay down on the bed tiredly, covered himself with a quilt, and said to Abu: "When Mobley wakes up or Gomez comes back, ask them to keep their voices down. I'm too sleepy and I need to take a nap."

While chewing his sandwich, Abu made a gesture to indicate that there was no problem.

Xiwen fell into a deep sleep before he even had time to see his gesture.

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This time, the magic power was a bit overdrawn, and Xiwen barely woke up until dinner time.

"Are you awake?" Abraxas, who was playing wizard chess with Mobley, saw Xivin sitting up and asked casually. "Why do you feel that even with a nap, your sleep time is not shorter than ours?

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Mobley also agreed with the same sentiment: "Indeed, so there is actually no difference between us!"

When Xiwen woke up, he only felt a sore back and a headache. He had no time to pay attention to them, so he frowned and sat up from the bed.

"Does any of you know if there is a pick-me-up in the potion box in the common room?" he asked.

Abu and Mobley shook their heads blankly.

Xiwen didn't expect them to be able to help, so he walked into the common room while rubbing the back of his head.

There are several public cauldrons placed in the Slytherin common room all year round, as well as many common potion materials provided by Professor Slughorn at his own expense for Slytherin's young wizards to practice potion refining.

Most senior seniors will not take away the finished potion after refining it, but will keep it in a box next to the crucible for emergency use.

Xiwen walked into the common room and happened to see Ignatius sorting the potion materials.

"Prefect Ignatius, are there any refreshments left here?" he asked.

Ignatius looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have a cold?"

"No." Xiwen shook his head and said. "I used too much magic power before, but now I have a headache."

"Don't you need to go to the campus hospital to check?" Ignatius took out a bottle of refreshing potion from the box and handed it to Xiwen, asking with concern. "If it is magic power overdraft, it is not a small problem. You are still young.

, you should pay attention to it."

Xiwen took the refreshing potion, nodded with a smile, and said, "I'm fine, there's no big problem anymore. Thank you, Prefect Ignatius."

He opened the glass bottle and took a sip.

A stream of steam spurted out from Sivan's ears, making his ears look as weird as the chimney at the front of the Hogwarts Express train.

Strangely enough, as the steam spurted out of his ears, the headache felt like the steam left his brain, and Xiwen felt much better instantly.

"How is it?" Ignatius looked down at Xiwen's face and asked with concern.

"Much better! Thank you, prefect." Xiwen thanked Ignatius gratefully and walked back to the dormitory.

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