[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 3

When I got off the train, Mr. Ronnie left himself on the train. I followed the Weasley twins and got off the train. I was stunned by the crowd, and then followed Hagrid, who was yelling “first-year freshman here.” Go to the pier. The Weasley twins and I were swept away by the flow of people, standing alone by the lake, bowing slightly, and then getting on a boat that seemed to be missing three.

“Hey, Irina.”

“What a coincidence.”

I listened to the twins and glanced at their hair color and mine.

Well yes, it was a coincidence that we were all redheads.

I looked at the Weasley twins and twitched the corners of my mouth, and then with a tentative look I glanced at the little friend who was sitting next to him, who looked particularly dark in the night: “Who is this?”

“Lee, my name is Lee Jordan.”

“Jordan? That NBA…”

“Oh, you’re Muggle-born too? My father was a wizard and my mother was a Muggle.”

“I grew up in an orphanage for ordinary people.”

I refuse to call myself a Muggle, which makes me feel betrayed by my previous 21 years of life. I prefer to use the term “ordinary person”. Ah Q’s spirit can make me feel better.

As soon as the word orphanage came out, even the Weasley twins, who didn’t know much about it, seemed to have a bit of guilt on their faces. I shook my head, feeling that it was a very sad thing not to hold Mr. Ronnie in my hands.

“It’s okay, just call me Irina.”

I looked up at the majestic castle, and it was rare that I didn’t want to bully the little friend who seemed to have some guilt: “Then George, can you stand up a little and stop pressing my robe?”

“Wow, can you tell us apart?”

“Very good points.”

I glanced at the twins and smiled: “Although it’s a little difficult, it’s easy to tell them apart.”

The twins didn’t ask me how they were separated, they simply said “cool” and continued chatting with Lee. When we got to the castle, Professor McGonagall greeted us. After speaking for a while, I found that her eyes seemed to stay on my side for a while, and then I gave her a soothing smile that seemed a little too mature.

I used this smile to deal with my grandparents who were very reluctant to fly back to the United States, but now I use it to deal with Professor McGonagall and feel that she is a little stiff.

Maybe I have never seen a little girl smile like a loving mother.

When the ghosts came, I stared at them, glanced at Madam Gray, and followed the fat monk with a smile as if I didn’t notice. Then the Sorting Hat sings or something…

I actually want to use my domestic smartphone that has no signal now but can be used as a selfie beauty camera to take a photo and take a photo, but this kind of staring…

Forget it, there’s a chance later.

I added a camera to my shopping list and listened to the names being reported until “Evans, Irina.”

I glanced up at Professor McGonagall subconsciously, and she nodded at me with the Sorting Hat in her hand. I stepped forward and put on this hat, and when I heard the Sorting Hat say hello at all, I was extremely firm and interrupted…

“Gran… no, no, Hufflepuff!”

Are you still biting your tongue?

I groaned in my heart, watching Gryffindor who was ready to cheer all of a sudden go down, replaced by Hufflepuff, who was stunned, unable to hold a paralyzed face any longer, and smiled directly. came out.

Well, my dear Mr. Sorting Hat, I really like Hufflepuffs the most.

Hufflepuff looked at me, curious and friendly. The prefect with a P on her chest stretched out her hand to me: “Welcome to Hufflepuff, I’m Prefect Abigail Miller.”

“Thank you, just call me Irina.”

I think there should be someone in this world who remembers the existence of Evans, so this person must be a certain potions professor, although he loves to deduct points, is careful, does not speak well, and has a very low emotional intelligence. He is not a teaching material. Who can hear the word beating around the bush, and can’t wear clothes…

Sorry Snape fans, but I just don’t like him.

As a person who really wants to be a teacher, I hate that he explodes, and maybe there will be a Mary Sue plot like tearing potions professor by hand in the future.

To be honest, after studying in the United States for a long time, I can hold back for a year and then write an opinion letter to the principal to “introduce students’ evaluation of professors”, and beat a poisonous teacher to death.

Ahem, that’s a long way off, and all I need to know now is how to protect my weight from a spike in heavy frying in the UK, especially if I have something sweet to eat…  

Will flying lessons at Hogwarts really burn my calories? If not, I can only use the pedometer that comes with my phone to run every day.

To know that it is a very, very sad thing to know that it is a very, very sad thing to gain five kilograms a year.

After I finished eating, I watched Dumbledore give a welcome speech to the new students, and then followed Abigail to Hufflepuff’s lounge.

My favorite is the Hufflepuff lounge, the woody scent gives a warm feeling, the plants wrap around the walls, the fresh air has a comforting dampness, crackling flames With a unique stillness, I feel a kind of inner peace.

I think I should study hard and then move towards the goal of staying in school.

But before that, it was a little difficult. Geniuses such as Professor McGonagall only became professors at the age of 31. My words…

Forget it, these are a little too far away. The color-matched quilt is soft and comfortable. There are five people in the girls’ dormitory. The size of the bed is about one meter, three to five, and two meters. The luggage has been delivered to the bed, and Mr. Ronnie jumped directly when he saw me coming back. in my arms.

“God is so cute.”

“Is it the **** cat?”

“What is your name?”

The four girls around me instantly appeared around me. Their pets were all owls, and only mine was a cat.

Mr. Ronnie looked a little smug, and I explained the pedigree and name of the cat who might crush my bed in the future, and exchanged names with everyone.

The girl who slept next to me looked particularly curious, staring at me with blue eyes, looking especially like the kind of “want to talk to you but don’t know how to say it”.

Her name is Linda.

“Good night, Linda.”

To be honest, I don’t know how to communicate with her. I was almost dumbfounded in the United States, and the whole person was like “I won’t come to talk to you, so don’t come to talk to me. I’m busy going back to the house to play games/code words.” status. Now…

It is indeed a bit difficult.

I thought my first night at Hogwarts would be difficult, but I fell asleep quickly.

Everything is fine, except that my Mr. Ronnie sits awake in the morning, which is a kind of happy trouble.

The author has something to say:

Professor McGonagall really became a professor at the age of 31, and if she really wanted to, she could have been earlier, but she was just at the Ministry of Magic at first. In my opinion, a certain potions professor said seriously, he is suitable for research, not suitable for being a teacher, and now he is a wonderful teacher who can be criticized and get thousands of likes [Hey]

It’s good for everyone to be at ease with their magical adventures, and it’s hard to fall in love, because Irina’s dream is to stay in school, stay in school, and stay in school.