Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

What answer did Helga Hufflepuff get?

Soul didn't know, he was confused, but Ms. Hufflepuff didn't seem to mean to explain to him, but got up and walked outside the door.

Su Er was stunned on the chair, then got up and followed.

"It's so nostalgic." Ms. Hufflepuff's eyes focused on the lounge chair that the vines had called home.

"Unfortunately, time is running out."

She took in every inch of the garden with her eyes, then sighed and stretched out her palms. Dots of fluorescent light flashed in her palms. The plants in the garden were swinging almost crazily, swaying, one after another. A seed with light floated in the air, then gathered into a ball and fell into her palm.

Finally, the seeds fell into the pocket on Suer's waist with surprised eyes.

"These seeds are the only substantial things I can leave to Hogwarts. Please bring them back to me."

Suer couldn't help but touch his pocket and nodded.

"Okay, Ms. Hufflepuff, I will bring them to the principal." Soul heard the meaning of Hufflepuff's mouth. These seeds are reserved for Hogwarts, not for him personally, "But , before I came in, I promised the centaurs to sacrifice, they need some herbs..."

"Of course, this is one of the agreements I made with them." Hufflepuff nodded happily, "Okay, now it's your turn."

it is my turn?Before Soul could react, Helga Hufflepuff raised her hand and touched Soul's forehead.

The silver-white magic was centered on the point where Hufflepuff's fingertips touched Sur's forehead, slowly but surely rippling out in circles.

Everything touched by the magic ripples instantly turned into stars and disappeared, leaving only a piece of green grass.

Helga Hufflepuff's eyes were full of expectation and a little hesitation, and her figure gradually faded.

"I don't know if it's right or wrong..." she said.

On the green grass, Suer closed his eyes slightly, breathing steadily and looking calm.

Lady Hufflepuff withdrew her fingers and let the magic gently curl around Soul's body so that he lay flat on the lawn.

At this time, her figure had faded to the point where she was almost invisible. She seemed to have thought of something, and flicked her hand to light up a little fluorescent light. The fluorescent light floated gently into the air, flashed and then disappeared.

Not long after, a golden-red flame ignited not far from Helga Hufflepuff.

A figure in pajamas appeared in the flames, with a magnificent phoenix standing on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, dear Ms. Hufflepuff." The old man who walked out of the flames gently bent towards the figure that had become transparent to the point of being almost invisible, and glanced at the other side lying quietly on the ground without leaving a trace. Sur, who got on the bed, judged that there seemed to be nothing unusual about him, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The visitor was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"Phoenix? This is really not uncommon."

Helga Hufflepuff glanced at the big bird on Dumbledore's shoulder, smiled and nodded, accepting Dumbledore's courtesy calmly.

"Compared to the Hogwarts run by Rowena, the current Hogwarts is more pleasant. You have done a good job."

Helga Hufflepuff had been in charge of Hogwarts for a while after Rowena Ravenclaw's death, but she was peaceful by nature and preferred to stay alone.

So after finding a suitable successor, she immediately gave up her position as principal, retired to the Forbidden Forest, and occasionally taught students, but this did not mean that she no longer paid attention to Hogwarts.

At this time, her evaluation of Hogwarts was not condescending and arrogant, but a compliment from an ancestor to a younger generation. Dumbledore naturally heard it.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Hufflepuff." Dumbledore said modestly, "This is the credit of our predecessors. I am just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors."

"There's no need to be modest. I think she will be very happy when I find Rowena and tell her that Hogwarts is still here to stay." Helga Hufflepuff said gently,

"I came to you to tell you something."

"Is it about my student?" Dumbledore asked softly,

"I don't have much time. I have to leave here soon. In fact, I shouldn't have contact with anyone from this era anymore. We are already in the past tense."

"But I think it is necessary to inform you." Helga Hufflepuff nodded slightly, "He may need to stay here for a while."

As he spoke, Helga Hufflepuff's figure faded a little, "After I leave, this place will be completely closed until this child wakes up."

Dumbledore opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, but in the end he remained silent.

"When this kid wakes up, you'll get the answers you want."

Helga Hufflepuff looked at him lightly and said softly.

Dumbledore nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Complex thoughts flashed through his bright eyes. He glanced at Soul for the last time before looking at Helga Hufflepuff.

"I understand, thank you, Ms. Hufflepuff, and I'll take my leave."

The phoenix screamed and flapped its wings, and Dumbledore and Fawkes disappeared as the flames rolled up.

For a long time, Helga Hufflepuff, who was almost invisible, put her hand on Soul's forehead and sighed.

"I don't know if it's good or bad. Anyway, I wish you good luck, little one."

A breeze blew by, and Helga Hufflepuff's figure was completely blown away by the wind, leaving only Soul's steady and gentle breathing and the slight rise and fall of her chest.

This special area seems to have no distinction between day and night. Suer slept soundly here, and even picked his face and turned over.

And the castle is in chaos, no, it should be said that a certain little girl in the castle is in chaos.

She didn't see Suer this weekend. She originally thought that Suer was just busy with other things. The little girl was still a little angry. How could a boyfriend leave his girlfriend alone and disappear without a trace without saying a word? Traced?

But in Monday's Herbology class, the little girl still didn't see Soul. This class was a class between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

Students at Hogwarts will never miss a course unless they are sick and need to go to the infirmary or ask for leave from their professor for other reasons.

Hermione realized something was wrong and panicked.

"Where is Soul? Where has he gone?" While Professor Sprout stepped down to teach the students how to handle the herbs in their hands, she quietly approached Justin.

"Didn't Soul come home because of something at home? You didn't know?" Justin answered Hermione's question blankly.

"Going home?" Confusion flashed across Hermione's little face, and she returned to her seat, puzzled. If she went home, Soul would not tell her unless he was tired of living.