Hogwarts time travel

In the morning, at the Gryffindor table, Loya was feasting.

He is never willing to treat his stomach badly, even if the taste of breakfast is lackluster, he will try his best to fill his stomach.

In a sense, he is still in his prime now.

Don't be as high as before crossing in the end, that would be funny.

Harry and the others also ate with half-closed eyes, and getting up early always made people a little groggy.

"Hahahahaha."

A burst of laughter attracted everyone's attention. It was Connor, the freshman in charge of receiving Loya who was looking at Xi Weier and laughing.

Xi Weier still had that stern little face, but his originally meticulous hair became a mess, like a chicken coop, which looked extraordinarily funny.

There were still a few reddish scratches on his face, as if he had just wrestled with someone.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Silver curiously, "I got into a fight with someone early in the morning? Who is it? Slytherin?"

Saying that Harry was a little eager to try, Loya held him down speechlessly, you think Snape hasn't deducted enough, don't you?

Harry has been a bit war-crazed lately, who cultivated it?

"Connor, what's going on?" Loya asked Connor.

Connor heard that Luo Yawen laughed even harder, and he couldn't even straighten his waist.

Samantha at the side glanced at the two speechlessly, and explained.

"Syver got scratched by a chicken."

"I don't know what happened this morning. I saw a lot of roosters on the road. They were all in peace, but one of them didn't seem to like Xi Weier. It chased him and scratched it violently, and it became like this."

"Hahahahahaha."

Hearing this, everyone who didn't think it was funny at first looked at Xi Weier with a cold face, and burst into laughter immediately.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh." Connor regained his strength, and smiled to help Xi Weier respect, "If you laugh again, Xi Weier will invite the chicken catching team."

"It's weird," said Harry, laughing, "Why are there so many chickens in the castle?"

Loya smiled and said nothing. Dumbledore did not find any trace of the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. To be on the safe side, he simply put a chicken in all places in the castle, and entrusted Hagrid to run to Diagon Alley overnight. All arranged in the morning.

Just as he was talking, a huge rooster that reached about everyone's waist came over arrogantly with his little brothers, glanced around everyone's faces, and his eyes fell on Banban on the table.

Since the last time Banban escaped, in order to prevent Banban from running away from home due to food reasons, Ron simply brought Banban to the dining table and ate with them, and with the help of Professor Kettleburn's appetizer, Banban's body size Inflate like a balloon.

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few months, and when school starts again, Banban has become the Garfield among mice.

Banban lazily turned over on the table, but because he was too fat, he gave up halfway through the turn, and simply continued to lie flat, allowing Ron to feed him.

Hermione also persuaded Ron, saying that he fed Scabbers too fat and would shorten his life.

But Ron firmly believed that it was better for the child to be fatter, and he still insisted on feeding Banban continuously.

Banban, who was full, wanted to get up, flicked his fat butt twice, but finally gave up, looking at Ron, asking the little master to help.

Ron couldn't resist the big eyes of "Shui Lingling" for help, picked it up from the table, and prepared to put it in his pocket.

But it may be that Banban eats too well recently, which makes the fur extra smooth and supple. Ron lost his grip, and Banban fell to the ground freely.

Banban, who was thrown headlong to the ground, saw a huge shadow covering him before he had time to scold Ron, the owner.

?

When the lead chicken saw this black and fat mouse, an idea flashed in his small mind.

Extra meal before meal time?

This kind of huge poultry is really easy to catch a mouse or two, and this kind of fat is no different from dim sum.

The sharp beak hit Banban's buttocks, Banban let out a painful wail, bounced up with an unusually flexible posture, and then, like a Quaffle flying close to the ground, drew a beautiful arc towards the auditorium to escape.

terrible!Chickens are going to eat people!

Seeing that the snacks in its mouth were gone, the leading chicken naturally refused to let it go. He called out to his little brother, and a group of chickens chased Banban away.

All this happened so quickly, and Banban had already fled in a panic. Everyone looked at him dumbfounded, and Ron was still in the motion of putting Banban in his pocket.

"Scabbers!" Ron let out a painful wail, strode out of the auditorium, he wanted to rescue his beloved pet.

Harry followed without thinking, leaving a group of people looking at each other, at a loss.

"Chickens will attack mice?" Connor asked embarrassingly.

"Large meeting." Xi Weier looked deeply at the direction where the lead chicken left. It wasn't it just now, and there are still many mountains in this group of chickens?

Hermione woke up like a dream, "Class will start soon."

"The next class is Professor Binns' class. Let them go. Professor Binns will not call names."

"It's all about helping Banban lose weight."

Luo Ya said a few words casually, got up and walked out, not worried about a certain mouse at all.

After all, it's an Animagus, so it shouldn't be eaten, right?

Uh... can't it?

……

"You live in a narrow world, at the mercy of fate. But in my world, I feel immortal and desolate."

This is the verse of Romanian national treasure poet Mihai Eminescu, and it is also the most authentic portrayal of Romanian vampire culture.

In Romanian Muggle society, vampires were not something to be talked about, but rather their goldfishing project.

Street sculptures, ornaments, and novels, the most attractive to tourists is the Brown Castle they call "Dracula's Castle".

Although there is a lot of people here because it has been developed into a tourist attraction, and there is no vampire atmosphere, there are still an endless stream of people who come here every year to check in.

After all, its shape is really great, especially at night, the Gothic shape of Bran Castle is like a bat with folded wings, standing coldly in mid-air and looking down at the world.

Today's Brown Castle is still very lively, tourists shuttle through it, and their hands holding cameras capture the pictures in front of them from time to time.

A young man with a somewhat tired expression was carrying a backpack and glanced at the castle, as if he was no different from the tourists around him.

But the vigilance and vigilance in the depths of his eyes tell people that he is not here for tourism.

He is Quirinus Quirrell, and now he has been reborn.

After being rescued from Azkaban by his master, he was sent to Romania, where he wanted to fulfill his master's entrustment.