trainer at hogwarts

When I woke up, it was already night.

I looked at the mechanical watch on the bedside table. The time was 8:20. The moonlight shines through the window and onto the floor, giving people an inexplicable sense of tranquility.

Morris found his slippers, walked to the window, and imitated Harry Potter's appearance in the movie he remembered, sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees bent, leaning his head against the window, admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window.

This is my exclusive moment.

After sitting for more than ten minutes, Morris felt stupid. The window sill made of stone is cold and hard. Sitting on it is not only for the beautiful scenery, but also for the occasional cleansing of the soul. My whole buttocks will be stiff.

They lit candles and illuminated the room. The three roommates were doing something unknown and they haven't come back yet. Maybe they were having a party in the common room downstairs.

Hufflepuff has the largest number of students among the four houses, and also has the largest number of Muggle-born wizards. Most people are harmonious, friendly, warm and hospitable, and they especially like to hold parties.

Since Morris enrolled in the school more than two weeks ago, he has held no less than four or five parties. It is indeed the college closest to the kitchen. It is not convenient for other colleges to open this condition.

When he spread out the parchment and prepared to do his homework, Morris felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, it turned out that a cup of milk tea was missing. I found a blanket to wrap around myself and went downstairs to the kitchen.

When he opened the door and walked out of the room, he heard cheers and screams downstairs.

This group of people really had another party.

Shaking his head helplessly, he saw the students wearing Quidditch uniforms in the center of the crowd. OK, it's a rare win. It would be really embarrassing for them not to celebrate.

Without disturbing their carnival, they passed by silently, climbed out of the wine barrel and walked into the kitchen.

"Ange" Morris called.

A house elf ran over quickly: "Oh, the handsome Mr. Hill is here to give us instructions on how to make snacks again. Mr. Hill, we have completely finished the mirror cake you taught us to make last time. Do you want to see it?" One look at the finished product and it’s right there.”

"No need for now." Morris interrupted Ange. The hidden attribute of these house elves is Tao Tao. "Do you have any milk tea here? Give me a cup of ice cream tea. Break the ice cream."

"Yes, Dear Mr. Hill." Ange bowed at a funny 90-degree angle and ran to make milk tea.

Morris was wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the wall. He thought for a moment and then said, "Find me a bigger cup and a piece of fried chicken. I won't be coming over tonight."

"Yes" Ange replied loudly.

The house elves all have hideous faces, but they are surprisingly simple at heart. Of course Morris would not sympathize with them because of this. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The butt determines the head.

Each of the house elves craned their necks to wait for Morris to give them guidance. Since Morris improved several desserts, they have received praise from many professors, including Dumbledore, which made these elves even more excited. He firmly wanted to hug Morris' thigh.

"Well, hello, dear Lord Hill." A voice came from below.

When I looked down, I saw a female elf dragging a plate.

"Would you like a piece of cake?" the female elf asked cautiously.

Morris took a look and saw that it was quite well done. The base was roughly a chiffon cake, the whole was made of mango mousse, the outer layer was wrapped with French buttercream, and the top was dotted with cherries and chocolate chips.

"You did" Morris asked.

"Yes, yes" the female elf raised her head, "Master Hill likes desserts, so Linda made Master Hill's favorite mango mousse cake. Linda hopes that Master Hill can make the cake Linda made."

"Thank you, I like it very much." Morris gave the female elf Linda a smile and took the cake with both hands, "Your name is Linda, right? Thank you."

Linda, the female elf, jumped in place excitedly: "Linda finally made a cake that Lord Hill liked. Lord Hill actually saw Linda with his own eyes. Linda is the happiest house elf in the world."

Morris looked at it with a smile and compared it silently in his mind. Well, the aloof Gardevoir was still the best.

After Ange finished making the ice cream milk tea, Morris wrapped himself in a small blanket and went directly back to the dormitory. This time, his three roommates were all there.

"Hey, you are a thief?" Saul suddenly became happy when he saw the image of Morris.

Morris took a sip of milk tea and said with disdain: "We in the wizarding world have to do as the Romans do. This is popular among people. Don't you see that Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Dumbledore's robes are longer than the last?"

Sol opened his mouth, intending to refute, but he couldn't find an entry point.

James and Simon were playing wizard chess. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and complained: "Just bully Thor for being stupid. The professors have robes, and yours is a blanket."

Thor suddenly laughed.

"It's almost rounded," Morris retorted, then looked at Saul and said sympathetically, "James said you were stupid, why are you smiling so happily?"

Thor stopped mid-laughing and got stuck in his throat.

After the fun, Morris briefly told his roommates what happened last night. The hot pot turned into a mysterious oriental magic experiment, which amazed Thor, James and Simon, and said they must see it with their own eyes. Omitting the storyline of Voldemort, it is not easy for everyone to learn at Hogwarts for the first time. Try to give children a good experience in the past few years. Just let yourself and Chen Chen defeat the boss, and maybe you can make a fortune.

The simple roommates happily accepted the news that Morris might continue to stay out at night in the next few days, and they all patted their chests and said that they would definitely cover up as brothers.

Fortunately, Hogwarts didn't have aunties who checked in in the middle of the night. Morris felt that their exaggerated acting skills might have exposed them 100%.

Therefore, in the following courses, the History of Magic course was completely reduced to a sleeping class. Professor Binns is a good person, and his good style of mechanically calling names and not asking questions in every class has caused the first-year Hufflepuff students to become more and more drowsy one by one. Morris is also trying to find other classes where the professor is more talkative or where the content is not important and where he can blatantly fish.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that their dear dean, Professor Sprout, was now eager to talk to him.