Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The little badgers were very happy.

They have always been at the bottom of the College Cup, but because the other three colleges were deducted 150 points, they directly occupied the first position. This is something that has not happened in decades.

Of course, Hufflepuffs also know very well that the lead is only temporary. Apart from other things, according to previous years' experience, when Slytherin's score falls behind, Professor Snape will add points crazily. Don't look at it.

150 points is a lot, and it can only take a month at most. But if the Ravenclaws are really serious about adding points, they may need to do it a little faster.

In other words, Gryffindor, if no one cheats, it will remain until the end of the semester, maybe even less.

Dozens of people entered the school hospital, but it did not affect the normal life of the school too much. Madam Pomfrey's method was very clever, and within two days the little wizards were discharged one after another.

These are all magical injuries, which are best dealt with. Healing spells and potions can be used to treat the cases. If Madam Pomfrey hadn't insisted on observing them for a day or two, someone would have been discharged from the hospital that day.

In almost five or six days, the eaglets were all released by Madam Pomfrey. That night, a grand celebration party was held in the Ravenclaw common room, and the senior seniors brought the eaglets from Hogsmeade.

A lot of butterbeer and candies were brought back, and Ike also got a lot of delicious food from the kitchen.

Roger and Stuart were surrounded by eaglets, cheering loudly with their hands raised in the air, accepting everyone's praise. Delicious butterbeer was delivered to them cup by cup, magic fireworks bloomed above their heads, and Ike even used transformation magic to transform.

A shining light ball is produced, rotating in the middle of the roof of the lounge, paired with the dance music vinyl records collected by Senior Penello, and the good magic school becomes a nightclub in the blink of an eye.

As the only witch participating in the battle, Qiu received the warmest cheers from the eaglets. She was surrounded by her roommates and junior witches, smiling brightly.

Stuart, Terry, Michael and Anthony were completely relaxed, swaying to the rhythm with Roger, the cups in their hands were filled with butterbeer, and a lot of foam spilled out with the swing, which actually made the atmosphere more lively.

"Come on! Ike! How can I miss you!" Roger thrust a whole glass of butterbeer directly into Ike's hand and shouted loudly, "You are the best!"

Ike caught the cup, danced with Roger and the others for a while, and then quietly withdrew from the middle of the dance floor. Leaning next to the sofa where he usually sat, looking at these happy little eagles, Ike felt that he had never

Ever more relaxed.

For decades, Ravenclaw has almost never participated in a group fight of this scale. Compared with using hands, the eaglets are more accustomed to using their wisdom to embarrass others. But in the end, they are all in their teens.

, who is not full of blood?

This brawl between the three houses gave Ravenclaw a good chance to steal the limelight, which is why this party came about.

The carnival didn't end until late at night, and the common room was in a mess. Ike sent Michael and Anthony back to the dormitory first, and then took Stuart and Terry back to the house. As for Roger, his roommate had already taken him back.

Butterbeer is wine after all, and you will get drunk if you drink too much of it.

Early the next morning, when Ike woke up, Stuart and Terry were still snoring like dead pigs. When they came out quietly, the common room was back to its usual tidiness, completely gone from the messy appearance of last night.

House elves never disappoint when it comes to cleaning.

After a lovely breakfast in the auditorium, Ike sat down at his old seat in the library, picked up a book "Detailed Explanation of Ancient Magic Texts" and started reading.

After driving for a while, a paper airplane landed on the table under Mrs. Pince's death gaze. When she opened it, she saw an invitation from Professor Flitwick.

Don't neglect the dean's recruitment.

Ike completed the borrowing procedures at Mrs. Pince's place and went straight to the eighth floor with the book in his arms.

Professor Flitwick's office is on the eighth floor of the castle, right in the middle between the Room of Requirement and the Principal's Office. When he opens the door, he finds it filled with books and parchments, very Ravenclaw style.

"Mr. Strider, sit down quickly, do you want some cakes?" Professor Flitwick called Ike over, took out a plate of six cream cakes from the desk drawer, and pushed it in front of Ike.

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"Thank you, Professor Flitwick." Ike responded with a smile, picked up one and took a bite. It was very sweet and soft.

"This is a recipe passed down from my family. I dare say that I am the only one in the entire Hogwarts who can eat such a delicious cake." Professor Flitwick squinted as he watched Ike quickly eliminate one and then put the plate away.

He retreated, "One more?"

"No, I just had breakfast." Ike touched his stomach, "I feel a little stuffed."

Professor Flitwick waved his hand, and a piece of brown paper flew out from nowhere and folded itself into a box, while the remaining small cakes jumped in one by one.

"Then take it back and eat it. I remember that Mr. Akele liked it very much. It's nice to share delicious food with friends, isn't it?"

"Of course." Ike took the box and put it on the book, then asked after a moment of deep thought, "Professor Flitwick, you asked me to come..."

"Don't be nervous, just chatting." Professor Flitwick conjured up two more cups of lemon tea, "Speaking of which, this is the first time we have chatted like this."

Ike nodded and did not reply. Professor Flitwick continued: "Mr. Strider, I see that you have changed a lot this year and you get along very well with your friends."

"I'm sorry, professor, it's been deducted from the college..."

"Don't be sorry, house points are not important. Ravenclaw never needs points to prove it." Professor Flitwick took a sip of lemon tea and grinned sourly, "Many little wizards have made a mistake.

As for things, being sorted into a different school only represents a certain trait that is more prominent in a person, and is not a complete characterization."

"Ravenclaws can have courage, find companions, and achieve great things. In my impression, there are even people who repeat a grade because of poor academic performance..."

"Perhaps the saying 'Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind' is too deeply rooted in people's hearts, but Ravenclaw is not a nerd, Mr. Strider..."

"We can be more courageous than Gryffindor, more ambitious than Slytherin, and more loyal and upright than Hufflepuff..."

"We just think more. In fact, there is no difference between us."

Professor Flitwick put down his cup with a slightly serious expression.

"Mr. Strider, I'm actually glad that you can stand up for your friends. At least it's better than living alone last semester..."

"Don't let magic change you, control the magic..."

Ike nodded and replied: "I understand, Professor Flitwick."

"Of course, I don't doubt this. You are the most talented little wizard I have seen in these years." Professor Flitwick replied with a smile.

"But sometimes it would be better to slow down a little..."