There was nothing special about Hufflepuff's common room, other than the fact that it was very spacious. According to the senior students, Hufflepuff's common room was twice the size of other academies, but Jon didn't understand what was there to be proud of.
The common room of the Badger Courtyard was located on the first floor of the basement, very close to the kitchen, and not far away was the entrance to the Slythrin's common room. It was said that badgers were the natural enemies of snakes, but now it seemed that it wasn't so true.
"Don't be afraid of Slythrin, badgers will never be afraid of snakes!"
When they passed by the Slythrin's team, Jon heard Hufflepuff's head teacher say this, and he could only smile in response.
It was true that they weren't afraid, but usually the ones who fought with snakes were the lion cubs, and Hufflepuff basically didn't have much of a presence in the original work.
The entrance to the common room was a still life painting on the corridor. To enter the common room, one had to follow the rhythm of "Helga · Hufflepuff" and hit the correct wooden barrel.
After entering, there was a round room with a low ceiling that had a faint earthy fragrance. The room was filled with yellow curtains, and there were many cushioned sofas and chairs.
The passage from the common room to the dormitory was decorated with wine barrels, a total of 14 of them, arranged on both sides of the fireplace, leading to the male and female dormitory. Above the fireplace, there was a portrait of a smiling middle-aged witch, and below the portrait was a silver nameplate with three lines of flowery words engraved on it.
"Helga · Hufflepuff (964-1032)"
"One of the greatest witches in the history of British magic."
"I want to teach many people and treat them equally."
Jon stood in front of the portrait and looked at the legendary witch. Her eyes were green, the same as Jon's, which made Jon feel a strange sense of familiarity.
It was as if it was supposed to be like this.
How strange.
"Jon, aren't you going to rest? Tomorrow is the weekend, I think you can have a good sleep. "
Cedric's voice came from behind, which gave Jon a headache.
This good guy was good in every way, but his inexplicable love of caring for others was really annoying.
But he couldn't say that Cedric was wrong. There was an ancient Chinese saying that one shouldn't slap a smiling face. It was even more so in the United Kingdom where aristocratic etiquette was emphasized.
"Thank you. I think I'll go look for my dorm now."
Jon nodded slightly at the portrait, then turned around and said a few words to Cedric before diving into the wooden barrel to the left of the portrait.
In the common lounge, Hufflepuff's portrait was smiling gently as usual. It was as gentle as Hufflepuff's academy.
Hufflepuff's dormitory had four people living in it, but everyone's space was separated by a thick bed curtain and drapes in the middle, ensuring that everyone had their own space.
The interior of the space was arranged like a small tent. The bed inside was somewhat similar to the bunk bed Jon had in his previous life. However, this bed was lower, and the table was not under the bed, but on the side. Under the bed was a row of storage cabinets, which were used to store things.
The curtain at the entrance seemed to be set up with a simple magic spell, which greatly increased the privacy of the space. Jon was very satisfied with this.
The small leather suitcase was placed next to the table under the bed. Jon opened the suitcase and put his textbooks, clothes, and crucible into the storage cabinet. The small space looked very quiet under the candlelight.
After organizing these things, Jon put away the quill and the fountain pen, took off his clothes and climbed into the bed.
Tomorrow was the weekend, he could have a good sleep.
…
…
Jon stretched his body. The sunlight in front of him was a little dazzling, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
In the next second, he reacted and hurriedly lowered his head to look down.
He was lying on the recliner, fully dressed. He was wearing a long robe and was holding a book called "Introduction to Magic Spells" in his hand. He looked like he had fallen asleep while reading.
Everything seemed normal, except for Jon, who was very surprised.
Had he … transmigrated again?
He stood up from the recliner solemnly and tried to pull out the wand from the ring on his finger, but there was nothing on his index finger. Then he raised his hands. Although these hands were young and smooth, they were not Jon's own hands at all.
After a long time of contemplation, he noticed the old lady sitting on the sofa opposite him.
The somewhat familiar old lady was holding a teacup and looking at Jon with eyes full of curiosity, "I knew you could come in."
Jon was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and asked tentatively, "You are … who?"
"Who?" The old lady calmly asked, "If you're talking about the one hanging in Hufflepuff's common room, it's me."
Jon's brain suddenly seemed to be disconnected. He smiled awkwardly, but then felt that it was impolite to smile like this, "Then you called me here because …"
"Oh, it's nothing. I haven't seen my descendant for a long time, so I wanted to see you. The children of the Hufflepuff family always like to go to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. These heartless little fellows even sold their old house … You're the first one to appear in Hufflepuff in the past hundred years. " The old witch, Helga Hufflepuff, talked to Jon for a long time. The amount of information in her words was exploding. "But, it seems that you don't know me. Why, has the Hufflepuff family declined to this extent? I know the old house was sold, but you didn't even leave a portrait of me? "
…
Jon felt that he was dreaming. In fact, according to the witch Hufflepuff, he was indeed dreaming.
This was a kind of Bloodline Curse. Hufflepuff left a soul in all the portraits that she left in Hogwarts. Unlike Voldemort's method of splitting the soul when creating soul tools, this was only a remnant of the soul left behind after the death of the body. It inherited all the memories, and with the help of the unique magic on the portrait, it was an extremely profound magic.
"But the other three founders didn't leave their souls behind. Salazar left the school. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw believed that their spirits would be inherited by their descendants, but in fact, Ravenclaw didn't have any descendants."
Helga poured a cup of tea for Jon. It had been a long time since someone came to talk to her in the portrait space. This legendary witch seemed to be a little talkative.
Jon showed the most qualified qualities of a listener. He listened to the old lady in silence, as if he was accompanying his own grandmother, and occasionally smiled and said a few words.
He was too good at pleasing old ladies.
Of course, he was thinking of other things in his mind. For example, he could write a book when he woke up.
Since that liar Lohat's book could sell well, then his book about a legendary witch should sell even better.
As for the title, how about "Hogwarts: A Dream"?
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