Reborn at Hogwarts

After watching Professor Searles leave, Ivan stopped in place for a while, and only when he gradually felt the winter chill began to invade his body, he turned and walked towards Ravenclaw Tower.

This time, he didn't meet any acquaintances again, and returned to the common room smoothly.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong warmth rushed to his face, and quickly dispelled the cold feeling all over Ivan's body. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. A few students who got up very early might be afraid of the cold, so they didn't go to the library to study. Instead, they found a comfortable corner in the lounge to study in the morning while no one was there.

What Ivan didn't expect was that after the sound of opening the door came, these students didn't look up at him in panic as he imagined. Did not lift.

Don't these guys remember the last time the lounge was invaded? Why is there no vigilance at all...

Ivan looked at these students suspiciously, but found nothing unusual, and he didn't find any acquaintances among them, so he didn't stay in the lounge, and went up the stairs directly to the boys' dormitory. went.

Pushing open the familiar dormitory door, several roommates were all lying on the bed sprawled, the familiar snoring sounds one after another, continuously bombarding all the living things in the room.

Ivan shook his head. Fortunately, he was used to this noisy environment, and no matter how loud their snoring was, it would not affect him.

Ivan walked to his bed as quietly as possible, threw the black cloak with silver buttons on the chair next to him, and then reached under the quilt to touch his bed.

Well, it sure is hot.

"Keep the bed at a comfortable temperature in winter" is also a small benefit that Hogwarts provides to students.

Probably the house-elves cast some kind of spell to do this, and Ivan only hoped that they didn't come to warm the bed themselves.

How to put it, it is quite unacceptable.

After taking off his clothes and lying on the bed, Ivan was immediately enveloped in a warm feeling. After lying on a hard bed in the school hospital for a month, he finally returned to the comfortable dormitory. Ivan felt drowsiness gradually attacking him, and his eyelids gradually became heavy...

"Hey, Ivan! When did you get back?"

A loud voice suddenly sounded.

Ivan trembled from the sudden sound, and most of his drowsiness disappeared in an instant. He poked his head out of the quilt, looked around where the sound came from, and saw Eddie Capuchel sitting on the bed, looking at him with surprise on his face.

Judging from his bird's nest-like messy hair and pajamas that still exposed half of his shoulders, this roommate had just woken up, and when he saw someone lying on the bed next to him, he immediately cried out in surprise and joy.

"I just came back..." Ivan was terrified by this guy, and replied a little helplessly. He doesn't know what's going on with Eddie now, it seems that after being controlled once, he suddenly awakened some kind of special ability, and he is good at surprising the opponent by popping up at unexpected times...

Ivan didn't want to wake up the other three roommates, so he kept his voice as low as possible, but Eddie's "howling" had already taken effect, and he could only watch Atwood, Dean and Ray Ruff rubbed his eyes one by one and sat up from the bed, turning his gaze to himself.

"Ah~~!" The cry of surprise was Atwood's.

"Oh huh—" This strange, unintelligible sound belonged to Dean.

"Ivan!!" The scream that almost shook the ceiling...was Ralph's.

Ah... I can't sleep anymore... Ivan rubbed his stiff face, sighed helplessly in his heart, and at the same time forced a smile to the surprised roommates.

a moment later...

"Hey, buddy, I heard that you fell down the stairs while defending against intruders and suffered minor injuries. Is that true?" Dean asked enthusiastically.

"Nonsense, the version I heard is clearly Ivan's brave and fearless duel with the invaders." Ralph retorted.

Atwood said nothing, just waiting for Ivan's reply with expectant eyes.

The continuous questions from these people made Ivan startled for a moment, and he immediately realized that the students might not be clear about what happened on Halloween.

In other words, only a few people know the truth.

Thinking of this, Ivan glanced at Eddie.

This guy must know about it. After all, he has been controlled for nearly a whole day. Even if the control has been lifted as Dumbledore said, relevant inspections must be indispensable.

There was definitely a Zoe at the end.

In this way, among all the students at Hogwarts, only three of them, including myself, should be the ones who really know the truth. What the others get is basically the false information intentionally spread by the old bees. They are more or less vigilant, and on the other hand, they can also cover up the truth.

But it didn't seem to be of any use... Ivan remembered the indifference of the seniors and sisters when he entered the door.

In the eyes of these Ravenclaws, perhaps only study is the most important thing, and other things are carried by professors and headmasters.

But if that's the case... don't I have to make up a reasonable lie to deceive some people with strong curiosity?

Looking at the three roommates in front of him who seemed to be babies waiting to be fed, Ivan couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.

Old bee, you can cheat people...

...

"Ah Choo!"

In the principal's office, Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk, couldn't help but sneezed loudly while teasing Fox.

Although the old man didn't have a runny nose, the clean phoenix still shook its wings in disgust, got rid of Dumbledore's hand, and flew to the window sill.

Dumbledore didn't care too much, but smiled happily, looking quite like "the years are quiet".

But Severus Snape standing in his office... obviously didn't think so.

The Potions professor's face was so gloomy that it seemed that water was about to drip. He paced back and forth in the office, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his two black eyebrows were almost knit together. It was enough to see that he was nervous and anxious at the moment. Mood.

"I have to remind you again, Dumbledore, the magic in Filch's—" Snape paused for a moment, and then emphasized a little more, "—is an extremely ancient, Dark magic of the utmost evil. I've heard of it from the Dark Lord."

"Believe me, Severus, although I myself refuse to use black magic, when it comes to knowledge in this area, I'm afraid Voldemort and I are at best on par." Dumbledore smiled to appease Snape, trying to He handed him a piece of candy, but was rejected by the irritable latter.

"There is no counter-curse—I believe you understand what it means to have no counter-curse." Snape squeezed out the words word by word, "Either you can get through with your own will, or you can only pray that the other party is here. Canceling the spell before the last minute—do you really think that Argus Filch, a Squib, could, of his own volition, cast off such a spell? A—”

"Severus." Dumbledore suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Snape's increasingly agitated speech. The old man frowned, "Have you forgotten what you said?" groups use malicious terms'. And whether Filch is magical or not, he's always been a member of Hogwarts."

Snape was silent for a moment.

Now he looked like he had finally come to his senses, the Potions Master who was feared by almost all students outside of Slytherin. He stared at Dumbledore, and said slowly: "'Soul Transfer', I find it hard to believe that a dark magic that even the Dark Lord has only heard of is used in a—Hogwarts On the castle warden."

"Is Voldemort very interested in this magic?" Dumbledore asked casually. He didn't seem to notice that when he said the name "Voldemort", Snape's eyelids twitched violently.

"Yes, the Dark Lord is very, very, very interested in this kind of..." Snape considered his words, and said flatly, "...this kind of magic that can in some sense truly immortality. "

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