Reborn at Hogwarts

"How is it, Helga?"

Rowena Ravenclaw glanced at the potion being brewed in the cauldron.

"Not so good, not so good..." The short-haired witch named Helga murmured, with a frantic expression in a trance, with a neurotic look, "It's still a lot worse, it's a lot worse... Ah, Roy Na, when did you come?"

She didn't seem to notice Rowena beside her until then.

"I just arrived." Rowena said briefly, her eyes still on the pot of potion, "I still want to ask, are you sure—"

"—I'm sure it works."

Undoubtedly, the short-haired witch whose full name should be Helga Hufflepuff rolled her eyes, and took the second half of Rowena's sentence, "Don't worry, as long as the final materials are in place, this entire whole The cauldron potion will do the trick."

"What else is there?" Rowena asked, "You haven't told me, I can get it for you."

Helga Hufflepuff chuckled.

"You are not suitable."

"What's inappropriate—" Just as the words came out, Rowena had already understood Hufflepuff's subtext, "Underworld?"

Helga Hufflepuff nodded approvingly. Seeing Rowena's gloomy expression quickly, she immediately came to her senses, and quickly shook her head again.

Rowena was amused by this guy.

She sighed, "Is this what you used my Philosopher's Stone for?" She took out a note from her pocket and waved it twice in front of Helga Hufflepuff.

"If it wasn't for your magic signature on the signature, I almost thought..." Rowena paused, "...I almost thought the nightmare had returned."

Hufflepuff looked at her with pity, stopped what he was doing, put his arms around Rowena's shoulders, and let his friend lean on the mountain peak.

"I asked Godric to get it, and I couldn't walk away when the potion was mixed to a more critical time." She said, "I thought he would wake you up—it seems that he just took the magic potion directly." Shi took it away and didn't tell you at all?"

"Maybe you don't want to wake me up."

Rowena forced a smile.

Hufflepuff wanted to say something more, but Rowena was not ready to listen to these useless consolations. She coughed lightly, and asked before Hufflepuff, "Why hasn't Godric come back yet?"

"Should be right away." Hufflepuff understood what his friend meant, and changed the subject tactfully.

Following her words, a cold wind suddenly blew in the secret room.

The wind was not strong, but the chill was piercing, and there was a faint howling of pain in the wind.

Rowena and Hufflepuff covered their ears at the same time.

The next moment, a crack seemed to be torn open in the air, a pair of hands protruded from the void, and then he pushed it out forcefully, the crack expanded with his movements, and then, a tall figure came out...

Godric Gryffindor.

Still dressed like a knight, with a sword on his waist.

He held a shimmering red stone in his right hand, and a handful of black grass in his left hand.

Gryffindor saw Rowena standing aside at a glance, but he didn't bother to say hello, he rushed to the cauldron and threw the black grass in his left hand into it.

"Slower!"

Startled by the guy's reckless behavior, Hufflepuff quickly took out his wand and started waving it over the cauldron.

"It's going to be more than half an hour soon." Gryffindor bent over and gasped for a long time with his hands on his knees, before he could finally speak.

"Are you going to the underworld again?"

Rowena turned a pebble on the ground into a chair, and helped Gryffindor to sit on it.

She subconsciously glanced at the place where Gryffindor appeared. Although the crack had disappeared long ago, the chill still lingered.

Gryffindor nodded.

"The last medicinal material that Helga needs can only be found on the bridge of the past." He sighed, "As expected of the prescription recorded in the 'Jade Record', even the ingredients are not something normal people can find."

"Are you hurt?"

Rowena didn't answer, and asked a question on his own.

"I run fast." Gryffindor grinned, "The group of resentful bodies couldn't catch up with me. If the big bird at the end didn't take a look at me, I wouldn't be in such a mess."

"You call the famous 'Corpse Eater' Hraswagger 'Big Bird'?" Hufflepuff stared at the cauldron, but could still focus on eavesdropping on Rowena and Gryffind Hearing the words, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Otherwise what is it called?" Gryffindor shrugged, "Anyway, it can't kill me directly, so why should I be afraid?"

"That's just because you're not a 'dead' yet." Rowena said, "But you're right, since it can't do anything to us now, we don't need to be in awe of it."

"It's not a good habit." Hufflepuff shook his head.

At this time, the preparation of the potion was finally coming to an end, she breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Gryffindor who had recovered, "Did you encounter anything special this time in the underworld?"

"What kind of thing is special?"

Gryffindor asked back.

"I heard that a tribe of giants in Greece was massacred by a dark wizard recently." Hufflepuff was silent for a moment, then said, "That should be the last tribe of pure-blooded giants in the world... I want to ask you Have you seen them in the underworld? After all, Herasvarger is also a giant. If you see your compatriots, you may have some emotional abnormalities."

"Once a giant."

Rowena added.

"I didn't see the giant." Gryffindor shook his head, "Are you thinking too much? After putting on the feather coat, Hellas Valgar no longer has emotions. No matter how many giants die, the It probably doesn't make any difference."

"maybe."

Helga Hufflepuff did not mean to argue, and ended the topic with a simple sentence.

She lowered her head and glanced into the cauldron.

"Done. Give me a bottle."

she shouted.

Rowena, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately handed her a small container.

"Open."

said Helga Hufflepuff.

Rowena pulled out the cork.

Helga Hufflepuff waved his wand and muttered something.

With the movement of her wand, the cauldron boiled, and a thin stream of water rose from the cauldron, writhing in the air like a water snake.

Helga pointed at the bottle, and the water formed by the potion poured directly into it, filling the entire bottle just right.

Looking at the black liquid inside, Rowena couldn't help frowning.

"Does it really work?"