The Wizarding Journey of Hogwarts

Chapter 96 It is said that haggis is delicious

"Hahaha~! It's nothing...haha~!"

Bell laughed so hard that he was out of breath, and he didn't forget to perfunctory.

'It's nothing to believe in ghosts, there's nothing you can laugh like this! ? '

Penello stared at Bell dissatisfied, as if Bell would not let him go without giving a satisfactory answer.

Seeing Penello's appearance, Bell slowly stopped laughing.Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

Although what happened tonight was really funny to him.But no matter how funny the thing was, he shouldn't laugh out loud in public.

Bell has always disliked attracting attention.And such a simple emotional control should not require him to bother at all.Why did he lose control of his emotions to such an extent just now?
Bell bowed his head and thought for a while.

If there is any difference between today and the past, it is undoubtedly what happened on the platform.

Of course, Bell didn't mean that his mother had done anything to him.But after Bell once again realized what was the most important thing to him, after only 3 days, he had to leave his family again.

(This time it was really necessary, and was thrown out by my mother.)
So in fact, since noon, his mood has been not very normal?It's just that until now, because of an inducement, his abnormality was drawn out?
In fact, Bell doesn't quite understand it, and the above are just his speculations.After all, there is nothing more complicated than the human heart, and Bell often finds it difficult to understand even his own 'heart'.

"Bell? What's wrong with you?"

Penello reached out and touched Bell's forehead, it wasn't hot.

Seeing Bell suddenly raised his head and laughed for a while, and then suddenly lowered his head in thought, Penello was worried that Bell was sick, or was he under some black magic?

"Oh, nothing, it's really nothing this time."

"So there was really something wrong just now? You really are perfunctory me!"

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(lll￢ω￢)
"hey-hey……"

"Hey you big!!!"

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Accidentally leaked the word, embarrassing... Although it is not leaked, it seems that there is no difference?
"Actually, it's like this...you'll know in a while, so just wait a little bit."

It is of course impossible for Bell to tell Penello what happened.You must know that he has been sitting here with everyone.So how was he going to explain, how did he know what was going on outside?And as long as you keep your mouth shut, you can always fool around.

For Bell's appetizing behavior, Penello wanted to hit someone angrily, but it was not good to really hit (although he had already done so).

After all, although it is hard to tell from the outside, and no one will believe her if she tells it, she is a senior from the 4th class of Big Bell.

The reputation of bullying elementary school students is not very good.

Not to mention that she is still a prefect of Ravenclaw, let alone take the lead in breaking discipline and making trouble during meals.

But it is impossible for Penello to let Berna go like this.If I can't let this breath out, I probably won't even be able to sleep well tonight.

Penello snatched Bell's dinner plate, picked up a whole 'haggis' with a fork, and put it on Bell's plate.

"No! You can't do this, Penello! You're murdering!"

Looking at this famous dish in front of him, just smelling the smell, Bell already wanted to vomit.

"You should apologize to the Scots, Bell. You insulted their traditional food. I heard that eating haggis is good for your health, especially for men, so eat it quickly, and don't let your sister down. Mind."

With that said, Penello forced the fork into Bell's hand, staring at him with a smile.

"Besides, I'm a prefect. Even if we have a good relationship, I won't allow you to waste food."

Penello straightened his chest, making the prefect badge hanging on his chest more conspicuous.

Bell didn't know how he finished his dinner and how he returned to his bedroom.He only knows one thing, that is, he must not offend Senior Penello in the future, or God knows what else he will experience.

……

The next morning, Bell took over his school year schedule from Professor Flitwick.

However, before he had time to carefully check this year's class schedule, a hand reached out and snatched the class schedule from his hand.

"Bell, this school year seems to be the same as last school year. Most of Gryffindor's courses are taken with Ravenclaw. This is really great!"

Hermione quickly glanced at Bell's timetable, and compared it with the timetable in her mind.

"Let's take the Transfiguration class this morning and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. My first class is Herbology, so it may take a long time to return to the castle. Bell, you have to go to Transfiguration early In the classroom, take the seat at the front. Remember, it must be at the front, and you are not allowed to run into the corner!"

Listening to the little witch's chattering instructions, Bell felt his head was a little big.

"Don't worry, Hermione. No one will grab the front row and the middle seat except you. Even if you are the last to enter the classroom, the best seat in your eyes must be empty."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Bell, clearly displeased with his teasing remarks.

"You should want to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this school year, right? Unlike Professor Quirrell, Professor Lockhart is very good! You must not miss it, or you will regret it!"

"Who knows?"

Bell shrugged noncommittally.

Deep down in Bell's heart, he definitely didn't want to attend Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class at all.But he couldn't say it, or Hermione would definitely go crazy.

It's too troublesome to explain something. Bell is not interested in talking so much nonsense to explain when the other party is not his own Shanna.

Fortunately, although Lockhart is a bit useless, at least he doesn't have a biochemical weapon like Quirrell, so Bell only needs to cast an earplug listening spell on himself.

For this spell, after a year of training in the history of magic class last year, Bell now has no pressure to cast spells without a wand.Moreover, he also guaranteed to suppress the fluctuation of magic power to the minimum when casting it, and more than 9% of the wizards could not perceive it.

While the two were chatting, suddenly there was a terrifying roar from the Gryffindor dining table.

"...I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you..."

The dust on the ceiling was shaken by the roar and fell down.

Caught off guard, Bell's ears, who had become increasingly sensitive, 'buzzed'.

Sure enough, he was afraid of comparison in everything. For the first time, Bell felt that Hermione's nagging was so soft and sweet.

(End of this chapter)