The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Jennifer's work station was adjusted to a narrow cubicle near the toilet because a large number of expired files were accumulated in the cubicle, but she had no authority to move or destroy these materials, so she had to work in the stairway of the newspaper building.

She was quite generous when it came to being ostracized in the workplace. At least she didn't wipe her tears in public or hide in the toilet to cry. Self-pity is indispensable. I always feel that I am not mature enough. If one day I am beaten shamelessly by life, I will probably be able to calmly write articles that meet the expectations of the newspaper.

She was sitting on the carpeted stairs, with copywriting materials piled up in her hands. She put her legs together, clamped the paper on the writing board, and used a quill brush to correct typos and refine words and sentences. The pointed boots clicked lightly under her feet, her slim trousers also shook, and bright pale light filtered through the windows on the wall.

Jennifer felt like a potted plant. When a colleague passed by, she had to greet her with a smile and nod awkwardly but politely.

Well, it seems to be a welcoming pine.

After a day of heavy and meaningless work, she took the Knight Bus back to her rented Muggle apartment.

The old landlady was waiting for her in the corridor.

In the eyes of the old lady, this was undoubtedly a strange girl. She received complaints more than once. Neighbors said that there was a strange smell coming from Jennifer's room. In fact, it was just a witch brewing some ordinary potions in a crucible.

Wizards can get sick too, right? Compared to the various Muggle pills, potions are also more effective, but they have weird side effects. At least during the Black Death, one-third of the Muggle population in Europe was wiped out, but no wizards died as a result.

After seeing the old landlady, Jennifer quickly recalled her behavior over the past two days. Everything was normal and should not arouse suspicion.

"Hello, Mrs. Fisher."

"Jennifer, little girl, do you have animals in your apartment?"

"No!" Jennifer was confused. She couldn't even raise an owl. In other words, it was difficult for her to support herself with her salary. At least the owl would go out to catch mice.

"Really not? Because Mr. Bob next door to you said there were some strange noises coming from your room. It didn't sound like a cat or a dog. Instead, it sounded like... like someone was laughing."

Jennifer was stunned by the old lady's words.

She could only ensure that there were no wild magical creatures growing in her room, preferably not those big destructive ones.

Couldn't it be a Niffler?

Jennifer suddenly realized that Sniff was a very greedy magical creature that looked like a platypus and would steal all valuables.

But then I thought about it, there wasn't even a single Copper Knut in her room, and even if she summoned Sniff, it would just make the little thing cry and leave.

Her hanging heart was finally relieved.

Poverty is reassuring.

Jennifer sighed and sent the landlady away. She drew her wand outside the door and tapped the handle to check that the spell left on it had not been touched.

Good, it looks like no one broke in through the front door.

"Hehehehe——" A strange laughter came from behind the door, followed by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Jennifer pushed the door open, raised her wand and shouted, "Surrender! Thief!"

Opening the door, she saw a heartbreaking scene.

The living room was in a mess, her wardrobe door was wide open, wizard robes and Muggle clothing were scattered on the floor, and they were torn into many rags. In the kitchen, macaroni and pasta are dumped on the floor, and a khaki hyena is nibbling at the plastic bag of bread.

This stupid thing that accidentally broke in brought a cold winter to the already poor family.

Jennifer's eyes darkened.

"You bitch, stop here!"

The hyena in the kitchen made a weird, almost sinister cry, turned around and ran away. Its target was very clear, which was the garbage pipe that connected the kitchen to the trash can in the alley behind the apartment. This guy just followed the garbage pipe. Climbed up.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

call out!

A levitating spell caused the hyena to lift its limbs off the ground, and it was unable to pounce in the air.

"Woo!"

With a frosty look on her face, Jennifer gestured with the bad thing with her wand, seemingly preparing to teach it a lesson it would never forget.

The hyena screamed like crazy.

"Don't make any noise!" Jennifer hurriedly used a [lock tongue to seal the throat] to quiet the hyena. The neighbor Mr. Bob asked outside the door: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

"I just came to make sure there were some strange noises coming from your room."

"It's the sound of the television."

"Okay. If you need anything, come to me. I'm right next door."

Jennifer turned to look at the hyena fiercely, but the guy was crying silently, with tears constantly flowing from his eyes.

"There's no point in pretending to be pitiful! Do you know how much confusion you've caused me?"

Despite what she said, Jennifer still put down her wand. She is a good girl with a soft heart. Looking carefully at the vicious guest who broke into the room, she found that the hyena was quite unique. It was covered with rags that she found somewhere, and there were a few pearls and pieces of glass in its twisted hair.

"You are quite good at dressing up." Jennifer laughed happily, "But you are not allowed to come to my place again, otherwise I will drug you and make you mute. Or, I will give you a human-changing potion to make you mute." Also taste the suffering of society!”

The hyena nodded violently upon hearing this.

"Can you understand me? It's not a magical creature, is it? Why does it look like an African hyena?"

Jennifer looked at the mess, sighed, and threw the hyena into the garbage pipe, letting it go back and forth.

"Don't come back again. You're so unlucky. Merlin's socks, when will luck favor me, a poor man? Living is such a torture."

Due to the intrusion of the hyena, direct economic losses of up to 30 silver sikores were caused to the family. Jennifer's dinner standard also dropped significantly. She ate a boiled egg, a bowl of kale salad, and a quarter of it. A pound of bread, licking the mayonnaise clean off the knife.

"Oh, it would be great if I could learn that essential transformation technique, so that I wouldn't starve. Then I can eat whatever I want! Hum, I want to eat beef stew, roast lamb ribs, Yorkshire pudding, Red velvet cake...chiliu."

Jennifer thought dully.

By the way, what was the name of the person who invented the art of Essence Transfiguration? She also interviewed this person.

"Ding dong"

The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Who is it?" Jennifer looked through the peephole and saw a young man, Asian, dressed like a wizard standing outside the door. She felt that this person looked very familiar.

She quickly opened the door, "Come in quickly, there are Muggles here."

Lind took off his hat and said, "Forgive me for my presumptuous visit, Miss Jennifer, I am De Lin, maybe you remember. You interviewed me at Hogwarts a few years ago."

"Ah, it's you!" (End of Chapter)