Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

"Hahaha~! It's nothing...haha~!"

Bell was laughing so hard that he was out of breath, and he still didn't forget to deal with it in a nonchalant way.

‘Only a ghost can believe that it’s nothing. It’s nothing that makes you laugh like this!?’

Penello stared at Bell dissatisfied, as if Bell would not let him go until he gave a satisfactory answer.

Looking at Penello's appearance, Bell slowly stopped laughing. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

Although what happened tonight was indeed funny to him. But no matter how funny it was, he shouldn't laugh out loud in public.

Bell has never liked to attract other people's attention. And such a simple emotional control should not require him to bother at all. Why did he lose control of his emotions to that point just now?

Bell lowered his head and thought for a moment.

If there is anything different between today and the past, it is undoubtedly what happened on the platform.

Of course, Bell was not saying that his mother had done something to him. But after Bell once again realized what was the most important thing to him, in just three days, he

I had to leave my family again.

(This time I really had to, and was thrown out by my mother.)

So in fact, his mood has not been normal since noon? It's just that he encountered an inducement that caused his abnormality to come out now?

In fact, Bell doesn't quite understand it, and the above are just his speculations. After all, nothing is more complicated than the human heart, and even his own 'heart' is often difficult for Bell to understand.

"Bell? What's wrong with you?"

Penello reached out and touched Bell's forehead. It wasn't hot.

Watching Bell suddenly raise his head and laugh, and then suddenly lower his head and think deeply, Penello was worried that Bell was sick, or had been possessed by some kind of black magic?

"Oh, it's nothing. It's really nothing this time."

"So what happened just now? You were really perfunctory with me!"

(ー`′ー)

"..."

(lll￢ω￢)

"hey-hey……"

"Hey, what's your size!!!"

(╬￣俣)＝○#(￣#)3￣)

It's embarrassing to accidentally let something slip... Even if it's true or not, it doesn't seem to make any difference?

"Actually, the thing is like this...you will know it in a while, so just wait a moment."

Of course, Bell can't tell Penelo what happened. You have to know that he has been sitting here with everyone. So how can he explain how he knows what is happening outside? And as long as he keeps silent, he will

You can always fool him casually.

Regarding Bell's appetizing behavior, Penello was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but he couldn't really hit him (although he had already beaten him).

After all, although she may not be able to tell from her appearance, and no one may believe her if she tells her, she is a senior from the 4th class of Big Bell.

He doesn't have a good reputation for bullying younger students.

Not to mention that she is still a prefect of Ravenclaw, so she cannot take the lead in breaking discipline and causing trouble during meals.

However, it is impossible for Penello to let Bell go just like that. If he can't let go of this tone, he probably won't even be able to sleep well tonight.

Penello snatched Bell's dinner plate, picked up a whole haggis with a fork, and put it on Bell's plate.

"No! You can't do this, Penello! You're committing murder!"

Looking at this famous dish in front of him, Bell already wanted to vomit just by smelling it.

"You should apologize to the Scots, Bell. You insulted their traditional food. I heard that eating haggis is good for the body, especially for men, so eat it quickly and don't let down your senior sister.

Mind."

With that said, Penello forced the fork into Bell's hand and stared at him with a smile.

"Besides, I am a prefect. Even if we have a good relationship, I will not allow you to waste food."

Penello straightened her chest, making the prefect badge hanging on her chest more conspicuous.

Bell didn't know how he finished dinner and how he got back to the dormitory. He only knew one thing, that is, he must not offend Senior Penello in the future, otherwise God knows what he would experience.

…

The next morning, Bell took over his course schedule for this school year from Professor Flitwick.

However, before he could take a closer look at this year's course schedule, a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the course schedule from his hand.

"Bell, this school year seems to be the same as the last school year. Most of Gryffindor's classes are taken together with Ravenclaw. This is really great!"

Hermione quickly glanced at Bell's course schedule and compared it with the schedule in her mind.

"We have Transfiguration class this morning and Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. My first class is Herbology, so it may take a long time to get back to the castle. Bell, you need to go to Transfiguration early.

In the classroom, take the seat at the front. Remember, you must be at the front, and you are not allowed to run into the corner!"

Listening to the little witch's endless instructions, Bell felt a little dizzy.

"Don't worry, Hermione. No one will grab the front row or middle seat except you. Even if you are the last one to enter the classroom, the best seat in your eyes must be empty."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Bell, obviously dissatisfied with his teasing words.

"You should definitely want to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this school year, right? Unlike Professor Quirrell, Professor Lockhart is very powerful! You must not be absent, otherwise you will regret it!"

"Who knows?"

Bell shrugged noncommittally.

Deep down in Bell's heart, there was no doubt that he didn't want to attend Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class at all. But he couldn't say it out loud, otherwise Hermione would definitely go crazy.

It's too troublesome to explain anything. When the other party is not his own Shanna, Bell has no interest in talking so much nonsense to explain.

Fortunately, although Lockhart is a bit useless, at least he does not come with biochemical weapons like Quirrell, so Bell only needs to cast an ear-blocking spell on himself.

Regarding this spell, after training in the history of magic class last year, Bell can now cast spells without a wand without any pressure. Moreover, he is guaranteed to suppress the magic fluctuations when casting to a minimum, and more than 90% of wizards can sense it.

Less than.

While the two were chatting, a shocking roar suddenly came from the Gryffindor table.

"...I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fired you..."

The dust on the ceiling was shaken by the roar.

Caught off guard, Bell's ears, whose hearing was becoming increasingly sensitive, started to buzz.

As expected, he was afraid of comparison in everything. For the first time, Bell felt that Hermione's nagging was so gentle and sweet.