Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Not long after Eric left the principal's office, Lee Jordan ran out of breath, chased him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh my God, Eric, you were so sharp just now. The officials of the Ministry of Magic were silenced by what you said. I also heard that Mrs. Bones said that when they go back, they will start writing a movie about minors. What about the wizard’s protection law?”

Jordan shook his head in admiration, feeling that his roommate was so awesome. If it were him, he wouldn't dare to resist in front of so many adults.

Eric shrugged. His personality was like this in his previous life. Under his humble and peaceful appearance, he hid his arrogance. What's more, as a current student, at the age of 11, he chose to turn over the table in response to certain events. Those actions Adult wizards will not have too much entanglement with him. They will only think that he is a naughty child. At most, they will think that he lacks tutoring and is not polite enough.

only……

Is that none of my business?I don't rely on them to give me food.

"Speaking of which, the attitude of those people towards you just now seemed a bit strange, as if they were looking for trouble for you."

Li and Eric walked side by side and shook his head: "And those two people's surname is Davis. It must be that bastard Roger who complained to his family in private. Hum, if I get the chance next time, Let’s beat him up again.”

As he walked, Lee Jordan punched his palms with his fist angrily, and looked at Eric next to him expectantly.

"And these guys actually dare to talk such nonsense in front of the Daily Prophet. Aren't they afraid that the newspaper will expose them?"

Eric sneered and shook his head: "Daily Prophet? I guess they will be excited to get so much breaking news. If they are really allowed to continue talking, today's reporters may not know what kind of character I will be written about, for example ...A vicious little boy with a bad temper who killed his classmates."

"No way?" Li Jordan's face was full of disbelief: "They shouldn't confuse right and wrong like this."

"Is it black and white~" Eric looked out the window at the sunny afternoon: "The world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray. Sometimes, the public will not listen to see the real situation, they will only Choose what you want to hear and see. The Daily Prophet has achieved this to the extreme. Didn't you see the headline this morning? George is clearly alive, but he has been written down in the newspaper."

Li suddenly became angry, his cheeks bulged with anger, and he said angrily: "Let me just say, there is nothing good about anyone named Davis. I want to beat Roger even more."

Eric smiled and replied nonchalantly: "Okay, won't we have confinement tomorrow? We can use it as appropriate then."

The black boy suddenly remembered that he still had two days of confinement. His high spirits instantly disappeared, and he sighed all the way back to the common room.

Senior students have classes in the afternoon. Only the first and second grade students have free time on Friday afternoon. In addition, the area near the school's Forbidden Forest seems to be temporarily prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. The first and second grade students are all bored at the moment. In the common room, he played with the gadgets he brought, such as wizard chess and Gobstone.

When Jack Falconer was cheering for a certain classmate who had gained an advantage, he looked up and saw the two people who had returned. He squeezed through the crowd and came closer. He took out a letter from his robe and handed it to Ai. Rick: "Welfare, Digory came over just now and said that your owl brought you a letter. He happened to go to the owl loft and got it for you."

The Snowy Owl is still very recognizable. There is no Snowy Owl species in the Owlhouse of Hogwarts itself, especially a rare species like Teemo that does not have black spots on the tips of its wings. Many first-year freshmen have them. Know this is Eric's owl.

Eric thanked him and opened the envelope after he waved and left.This is still a letter from Karl, but compared to the letter in the morning that was completely in the form of a note, this time it is much more normal.

The news in the letter was pretty much the same as what Professor McGonagall said in the morning. First, it congratulated him on entering Gryffindor (the parents knew the news a little late, and he had not written a letter before). Second, he talked about George's injury. According to Carl described that after they brought George back to the Burrow yesterday, several therapists who were familiar with him from the past came to George's home, but they were unable to solve his injuries.As a result, in the middle of the night, the wound on George's body suddenly began to feel hot, and a puff of black smoke came out of the wound. After the black smoke dissipated, the therapist tried again, only to find that the mysterious power surrounding his wound had disappeared. …

midnight?

Seeing this, Eric subconsciously clenched the letter with his right hand. When he killed that so-and-so Nakuri last night, it seemed to be almost midnight. Could it be that because he killed the hedgehog, the power entrenched in George's wound was lost? Source?

Boy, George, I saved you again.

Switching to the second sheet, a thin card suddenly fell between the two papers. Eric picked it up and found that it was covered with random graffiti lines.He frowned and analyzed it for a long time, but he didn't recognize what it was.

As he read the second envelope carefully, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

Fred was so excited that he told them about their trip to Hogsmeade last Sunday. In order not to be beaten up by Mrs. Weasley, he lied that Eric had also gone. As a result, Carl took note of this. When he went back, he drew a picture of the secret passages he discovered back then.

So, this thing is the so-called secret passage?

Eric squinted his eyes and frowned, staring at the piece of paper with messy lines, as if he saw the painful message of 'There is an insider, terminate the transaction'.

Lee Jordan mingled around in the lounge and found a few biscuits from somewhere. He walked up to Eric and gave two pieces to him. Looking at the strange expression on his face, he asked doubtfully : "What's wrong Eric, I see you have a stomachache on your face."

Pouting his lips, Eric handed him the first piece of letter paper in his hand.

Jordan became excited immediately after reading it. He looked at his roommate in front of him expectantly and said happily: "So, what Professor McGonagall said is true. Weasley and the others are really coming back." .”

Eric nodded and threw the remaining two pieces of paper into the fireplace along with the envelope.

Lee Jordan immediately rushed into the group of freshmen excitedly and passed Carl's letter to everyone. When everyone confirmed that Professor McGonagall's news was correct and that George was really going to return safe and sound, everyone screamed happily. , jumping around in the lounge.

Just when everyone was excited, their howls were interrupted by the sound of knocking on the glass. An owl holding two notes in its mouth stood outside the lounge window and knocked on the glass.

Barry, still wearing his football team uniform, opened the window and took the note from the owl's pointed beak, glanced at it and shouted: "Welfare, Jordan, Professor McGonagall has given you two the confinement treatment."

Eric took the note with his name on it.

'Your confinement will begin at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Please go to the greenhouse to find Professor Sprout. '

Lee Jordan's one was different.

'Your confinement will begin at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Please go to the foyer to see Mr. Filch, the caretaker. '

"Oh~ Shet!"

Lee Jordan screamed speechlessly: "Why should I go to Filch? I heard that this guy's attitude towards students is cruel. In the past few years, some students were hanged by him for violating school rules."

When Jack and the others heard this, they patted Jordan on the shoulder with sympathy, with expressions on their faces as if what he was going to face tomorrow was not confinement, but an execution ground.