What was in the drawer of Ravenclaw's study? This matter had always aroused Jon's curiosity. However, the current Jon was powerless. He still needed to find the key or the method to create one.
"I'll just have to take one step at a time. This is only the first day of school."
Jon walked down the stairs. There were already some students in the castle. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already past seven.
"At this time, the hall should have started serving breakfast."
Stuffing the wand into his ring, Jon followed the route in his memory for a while and finally returned to the hall yesterday.
Standing at the door, Jon glanced around and saw Béla, Autumn Zhang, and a few other girls of Ravenclaw surrounding Cedric, chatting and laughing as they ate breakfast. He turned around and left.
It was the weekend. If he went in at this time and got entangled with Béla, he would inevitably become the person who stood between Béla and Cedric. That was not a good choice.
Although he liked to break up mandarin ducks, he was currently no match for his cousin.
Besides, Cedric obviously did not express his love for Béla, so whether this "puppy love" could happen was another matter.
Jon planned to go straight to the kitchen to get something to eat back in the dormitory.
No one was more familiar with the location of the kitchen than Hufflepuff's students. The person who rescued and protected the house elves was their ancestor. Hufflepuff's golden cup was the first magic tool to help the house elves transport food.
Speaking of the golden cup, it should still be in Béla Trix's vault.
Jon did not have the intention to bring back this cup that had already become a soul tool. Even though his identity had changed again and again, in just half a month, he had become a pure-blood Wizard and a descendant of Hufflepuff. However, his thoughts and goals were still the same.
Don't cause trouble!
Can't you just leave Voldemort to Harry Potter?
In this world where magic was gradually recovering, who knew if Voldemort, the former Black Devil King, would be blessed by the recovery of magic elements in this world?
After complaining a few times in his heart, Jon finally returned to the floor where Hufflepuff's common room was located. On the way, he nodded to several Hufflepuff's students who were coming out of the common room. Although they did not know each other, they did not know each other.
Jon remembered the location of the kitchen better than the other facilities. Perhaps it was because he had just heard about it last night. He even found a picture of a huge silver bowl filled with fruits without much effort.
The kitchen was hidden behind the picture.
Chown poked the big green pear with a finger. The pear moved and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.
Jon grabbed the doorknob, opened the door, and walked in.
The Hogwarts' kitchen was basically the same size as the auditorium above. There were many tableware on the cupboards and four long wooden tables in the hall. The positions of these tables were exactly the same as the tables of the four academies in the auditorium above.
At this time, the tables were full of food. These were the students' breakfast. Jon saw that there were many elves busying themselves. It seemed that they had made a lot of breakfast.
It seemed that the elves were not too clear about the freshmen's appetite.
"Hello, sir!"
An elf noticed Jon and trotted over to him. "Is there anything you need?"
"Oh, it's my roommate. He's sick and can't eat in the hall. I think you should be able to take some food with you. I need some porridge and pie. Can you get some for me?"
"Oh, of course, please wait a moment."
The elf hurriedly ran away. After a while, several elves ran over. They were carrying pie, pumpkin porridge, and milk in paper bags and silver lunch boxes. The portions were enough for four people.
"Thank you very much. This is enough. You've worked hard."
"It's always our honor and duty to serve a descendant of Hufflepuff. You don't have to thank us for this."
Chown was taken aback. He looked at the elderly house elf who had spoken.
"Oh, you don't have to be surprised."
The elderly elf cracked a smile. "We have a unique magic that can distinguish the descendants of Hufflepuff. It's the honor of all Hogwarts elves to serve a real Hufflepuff."
"Okay." "But I hope you can keep my identity a secret. You know, I don't like to show off," said Jon, who knew that the house elves were magical creatures and their magic was more powerful than wizards. "But I hope you can keep my identity a secret. You know, I don't like to show off.
"Of course. You're humble and low-key, just like your ancestor, Hufflepuff. I, Tritch, promise you that all elves will follow your wishes and keep your secret."
The elderly house elf Tritch bowed to Jon. The other elves all followed suit and bowed.
"Oh, okay, okay. My name is Jon, Jon Smith. I'm now studying at the Hufflepuff Academy. If I need help, I'll definitely come to you for help."
Surrounded by all the elves, Jon ran out of the kitchen. His hands and the pockets under his robe were filled with the food the elves had prepared for him.
"At least I've gained the 'friendship' of the elves. It's not too hard to accept. But I probably won't be able to get food from the kitchen anymore."
These elves are really too enthusiastic. After so many years.
Jon muttered in his heart as he opened the door to the common room of Hufflepuff. At a glance, he saw the portrait of Hufflepuff smiling at him.
It was hard to imagine how much reputation this gentle witch had left in Hogwarts.
Jon wanted to take advantage of the fact that no one was in the common room to whisper a few words to Helga. But he didn't expect that the wooden barrel to the left of the portrait suddenly opened and a boy came out.
It should be a new student. Jon didn't know him. During yesterday's division ceremony, he didn't pay attention to who the new students of Hufflepuff were. He didn't have the intention to make friends with others.
Being too sociable could easily affect the results of his studies. Jon still remembered a sentence from his previous life: Not sociable means the beginning of your success.
But while he intended to ignore this new student, the other party didn't intend to let him go.
"Jon, good morning."
The new student walked towards Jon. "Do you want to eat together? I'm your roommate, Stephen Watson. You came back a little late yesterday, so we didn't have time to talk. Do you want to eat together? "
"No." Jon raised his arm. He wanted to refuse but was embarrassed. But when the words came to his mouth, they changed. "I just brought some food back from the kitchen. Do you want to eat together?"
"Okay!"
Stephen happily pulled Jon into the barrel. Behind them, Hufflepuff was still smiling in front of the portrait.
The words from his previous life were no longer applicable. In Hufflepuff, the only rule was that you would never lack friends.
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