The man behind Hogwarts

"William, here you go." Mrs. Pince handed William a book.

William took it and took a look.

"Under the Lake at Hogwarts"

Yesterday, roommate A asked William to help find this book. William tried to help find it, but there were too many books in the library and there was no order.

So William casually mentioned it to Mrs. Pince.

Unexpectedly, she found it for him at noon.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince." William thanked sincerely.

Mrs. Pingsi's face remained expressionless, and she just said "hmm" softly.

"I think you have a pretty good attitude and the books you organized are pretty good, otherwise I wouldn't be too lazy to help you find them."

"Uh...thanks."

"It's noon, how about I treat you to a meal?"

"You invite me? Where to invite me?" Mrs. Pingsi asked doubtfully.

"The main dining hall has a variety of dishes."

Ah.

Mrs. Pingsi didn't catch William's smile, and became arrogant again: "I can eat it myself, why should you invite me? It doesn't cost anything."

William said: "Okay, I'll go over first?"

"Ah."

The main dining hall of Hogwarts is the hall where William's sorting ceremony was held when he entered school.

It is also called various names such as hall, main hall, auditorium and so on.

After all, it is a universal public place. Whatever you want to use it for, just let the elves decorate it.

The elves' magic is probably stronger than that of most wizards.

No matter what others call it, William himself likes to call it the canteen.

What a nice name, simple yet noble.

Enter the cafeteria.

All kinds of bread, all kinds of meat, all kinds of vegetable soups... Although the three meals for the little wizards are all big pots of rice, the taste is not bad, and there are many kinds, so you will never get tired of eating it for a long time.

Carrying his favorite dishes, William casually found an empty seat.

Looking around casually, I found a familiar face, also eating alone at the moment.

William got up and walked over.

"Cedric?"

"William? Hi, long time no see."

"I can't say it's been a long time. I just saw you at the sorting ceremony a few days ago, but we didn't chat together."

"That's right. What you did that day caused a sensation throughout Hogwarts."

William sat next to him, "No, it's just a small scene."

"You are wrong about that."

"There was a fight at the sorting ceremony, and it was a freshman fighting an old student. This has never happened since the school was founded."

"The Gryffindors all say you should go to their house."

William smiled flatly.

I don't care much.

He dare not say that he has experienced many battles, but he is at least a gang boss. His brothers can even influence the election of members of a constituency.

I just beat three "junior high school students", so I really don't feel any pride or complacency.

What happened to the second-year wizard?

What happened to Slytherin?

What happened to the three people?

What about the sorting ceremony?

As long as they don't use magic, they are no different from junior high school students.

If he hadn't worked hard to control his strength, he might have been able to hit two of them with one punch.

It's just that William found that the students at Hogwarts did seem to be more mature than people in the ordinary world.

It's weird.

Speaking of which, William still felt unhappy.

In the fight during the sorting ceremony, in order to reduce his responsibility, William specifically gave them the opportunity to punch him a few times to increase his injuries.

'It might be a bit of fun to have a duel with magic sometime. ’

William looks forward to learning the scene of Avada chewing a big melon in the future.

"Gryffindor is fine, but Ravenclaw is more suitable for me."

"What about you, how is your second grade?" William asked, changing the subject.

Cedric smiled.

"Compared with the first grade, our current courses are slightly more compact, and as the difficulty of the courses increases, the time spent on after-school homework is obviously longer."

"is it?"

William sighed and said, "I quite like the feeling of being a little busy."

"There are really too few classes in the first grade. I really don't know how to spend my time in the future."

Cedric was surprised.

"Are you very free now?"

"A little bit."

"It seems that you are very smart, William. When I was in the first grade, although I had few classes, each class had a lot of homework, and I often had to do my homework very late at that time."

Ok?

William thought about his homework after class.

The assignment in Transfiguration class is Transfiguration - turning a match into a needle.

The assignment in the herbal medicine class was to analyze the growth habits of red eyes.

The assignment for the Potions class is a research report on the operation of refining a potion...

Three classes, three assignments.

He had already finished his homework for the Herbology and Potions classes.

Whether it is the growth habits of red eyes or the research report on the operation of potions, they are all based on the textbook content, supplemented by some library information, and it is complete.

What's more, he still has the basis for writing papers in his previous life, so he can write this with ease.

He heard that roommate A and the others were still immersed in the joy of starting school and had not started their homework at all.

William didn't say much.

'It seems Evelyn is working on her Herbology homework... I wonder how she's doing with it. ’

Three homework assignments.

Only Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration homework stumped William.

Transfiguration - a match turns into a silver needle.

Evelyn finished it in class.

Roommate A also completed these days of practice.

Only William himself, the progress is always stuck at 99.99%

No matter how much he practiced, the match just couldn't turn into a silver needle, which almost made him flip the table over in anger.

According to this situation.

‘The only hope is to have a suitable devilish physique. ’

‘I don’t know if Fran can gather ten people. ’

William thought.

Seeing Cedric next to him, William suddenly asked: "Cedric, if I want to go to the second grade class, is it okay?"

"what?"

Cedric was puzzled, "You want to come to our class?"

"Well, I want to go to class."

"But you have just entered school, and your first-year classes have just begun."

"It doesn't matter. I only take classes that are staggered at certain times, as long as it doesn't affect the first grade classes themselves."

"Just pass the time."

Cedric looked embarrassed: "I don't know, I have never encountered such a situation."

"How about you ask Professor McGonagall?"

Ask Professor Tabby Cat?

It is not impossible.

"Okay, let's go and ask now."

William did as he was told, and after a few big mouthfuls of food, he took Cedric and got ready to set off.

Cedric:  …

‘I haven’t finished my meal yet. ’

‘Besides, when did I say I wanted to be with you? ’

Cedric found that William was really proactive and didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.

"Well, why don't you go by yourself? I'm going to the library to check some information."

William tilted his head, pretending to be surprised.

"You won't come with me??"

"No, not really, I just wanted to..."

"Oh, don't think about it. When can't you look up information in the library? I'll go with you then. I know the place very well."

William said familiarly: "Last time because of a fight, I was punished by the principal to work in the library. Now that I am familiar with Mrs. Pince, I can help you with whatever books you are looking for."

Cedric: ...surprised.

Mrs. Pince: ...

‘Whoever is familiar with you, I warn you not to denounce someone’s innocence out of thin air. ’