The Magical Journey to Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Bell stood in front of the window of the Ravenclaw common room, looking at the silver-covered scenery outside, and speculated about the punishment of confinement that he was about to face.

As expected, during breakfast, an owl landed next to Bell and dropped a letter in his mouth into Bell's hand.

This owl has brown feathers, is about 50 centimeters tall, and looks very majestic.

The big owl had to be busy delivering letters early in the morning and had not even had time to eat breakfast. He planned to take a piece of bread from Bell's plate for breakfast. It does this regularly and has never had any problems.

The big owl aimed at a piece of bread stuffed with bacon. The bacon was fried just right by the house elves. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It exuded an alluring aroma, which was very attractive to it.

However, just when the big owl lowered its head halfway, a coercion from the top creature of the food chain came from one side and stopped its movements.

Cold sweat quickly soaked the big owl's feathers. It moved its neck stiffly and turned its head little by little in the direction of the pressure.

Just on the other side of Bell, the big owl saw a kitten, lying there quietly. The kitten licked its paws gracefully while staring at it with sharp eyes.

No! That's definitely not a kitten!

The big owl, who has been working at Hogwarts for many years and has yet to receive a copper nut as a salary, dares to swear by his beautiful tail feathers. He has seen many, many kittens, but no cat has ever given him such a dangerous feeling.

…

Fina was lying lazily next to her owner, waiting for her owner to feed her. Fina, who is still a baby, needs enough sleep, so she was woken up early by her owner. Now she just wants to finish breakfast quickly and then go back to catch up on her sleep.

But, just then, it saw something!

An owl, a scummy owl with no combat power of even 5 points, dared to steal food from its owner's plate! ?

Your master’s dinner plate, isn’t it your own dinner plate? ?

Damn that fat Scottish round-faced chicken, who gave it the courage to come and steal my breakfast! ?

I stewed it for lunch!

Seeing that stupid chicken standing motionless, Fina's mood worsened.

‘I’ve clearly given off an unpleasant aura, why doesn’t this stupid chicken get out of here? Do you really want to stew it yourself? ’

Fina began to make a slight 'whining' sound in her throat. This is its last warning. If the fat Scottish round-faced chicken doesn’t disappear quickly, today’s lunch menu will be determined.

…

A slight 'whoo' sound reached the ears of the big owl. This time it finally did not remain in a daze, but clearly understood the meaning of the owner of the sound.

The big owl screamed and ran away in a direction away from Fina.

The poor little guy was so frightened by Fina that he forgot that he could fly.

After trampling over countless plates and bowls and arousing exclamations all the way, the big owl finally reached the end of the dining table.

Then it fell headlong...

"..."

Watching the big owl that didn't remember that it was a bird, not a chicken, until it ran out of the auditorium, flapping its wings in panic and flying away, Bell rubbed little Fina's head lovingly.

"Look at how you scared people."

"Ouch~"

Fina raised her little head proudly.

Ignoring Fina who was happily eating breakfast, Bell opened the letter in his hand. The letter was sent by Professor McGonagall, and it contained Bell's punishment of confinement.

Dear Mr. Menethil:

Your punishment of confinement has been decided. Please clear the snow from the Quidditch pitch and defrost your broomsticks during the day today without using your wand.

Please note that the school is able to monitor the use of wands during Quidditch matches, so please comply with the rules.

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

As expected, the penalty for confinement is snow removal. But Professor McGonagall is indeed a hardcore Quidditch fan. There were so many places in Hogwarts that needed snow removal, but she chose to let Bell remove the snow from the Quidditch field.

Professor McGonagall never fails to express her love for the Quidditch game.

"What are you reading? A love letter?"

Penelo sat on the chair next to Bell, picked up Fina skillfully, and selected some of the food in front of her that Fina liked to eat and fed it to her.

Penelo is now very familiar with Fina. Penelo can tell you exactly what Fina likes to eat.

You know, even Bell, the master, can't do this.

"How is it possible? It's a letter from Professor McGonagall, about the confinement."

"..."

Bell gave Penello a strange look. He didn't know why the other person suddenly seemed depressed.

"Senior, did you not sleep well last night?"

Bell found that the other party actually had dark circles under his eyes.

Penello has always paid attention to his external image, so every time Bell saw each other, Penello dressed up very delicately. This was the first time Bell saw dark circles on Penello's face.

"Is there...is there any?"

Penello touched his face.

'Oops! I was so confused this morning that I didn’t notice it at all! ’

Penelo really didn't sleep well last night, no, it should be said that she couldn't sleep all night. She now felt as if her whole body was floating.

Lying in bed at night, the whispers of the ancient gods kept echoing in Penello's ears, and the shadows were eroding her soul...

Ahem, just kidding.

In fact, Penello's mind was filled with the scene that happened in the corridor tonight, and jealousy was eroding her heart crazily. Penello felt very unwilling.

'Why! Why is the person standing there not myself! ’

"Bell, I just saw an owl fly to you. Is it a letter from Professor McGonagall? Has the confinement been decided?"

Just when Bell was about to continue saying something, Hermione's voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting what Bell was about to say.

Bell arranged the letter in his hand and handed it to Hermione.

"Yes, the confinement requires that the snow be cleared from the Quidditch pitch during the day today. No wands can be used."

After receiving the letter from Bell, Hermione lowered her head and scanned it quickly.

"Let me help too. Two people will definitely go much faster than one person. And the letter didn't say that other people are not allowed to help."

Bell felt that Hermione must be very suitable to be a lawyer. At a young age, I have already learned to take advantage of the loopholes in words without any guidance. What will happen when I grow up?

Bell glanced behind him covertly, Penello was walking quietly towards the distance.

‘And you said you didn’t run away! ’