Hogwarts Raven

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The first-year curriculum did not stump the newly enrolled young wizards.

Everyone quickly made their way into the common room.

Then.

A male and female Prefect each gave a speech to assert their presence, both speaking quite eloquently, and the common room erupted into lively applause, full of emotional intelligence.

Satisfied, the two began assigning dormitories to the first-year students.

There were only seven young male wizards in Ravenclaw this year.

Perhaps due to the Prefect's consideration, or maybe just good luck, after four young wizards were grouped into one dormitory, Ian was assigned to a three-person room.

Coincidentally.

Michael, who had left a deep impression on Ian at the feast, and a boy with green hair, became Ian's roommates for the next seven years, sharing a room but not beds.

The dormitory's decor matched the common room's colour scheme, with five desks lined up in front of the window, and flannel curtains hanging in front of the beds.

"Ian Prince."

After shoving his suitcase under the bed, Ian introduced himself first to his roommates, who were busy unpacking their suitcases.

"William Smith, I remember you, it took you a full ten minutes during Sorting," Said the green-haired boy, whose face was dotted with freckles.

"Was it that long? I only remember chatting with the Sorting Hat for a bit," Ian was surprised, shaking hands with the freckled William who stepped forward.

"I also felt time flew by, maybe the Sorting Hat stole some of our time, perhaps that's why it's lived so long."

The young black wizard joined the conversation.

"My name is Michael Jordan."

He added his introduction.

"Great name, you must be good at Quidditch," Ian wasn't one to hold grudges until he saw Michael pull out a large bag of crisps and chips from nowhere.

"Do you guys want some? I sneaked some away during the feast," Michael placed the large bag of food on the table and started devouring a crisp ferociously.

"You have an extended bag! I've read about them in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!" William looked in amazement at the small bag on Michael's bed.

Ian stared intently at the still steaming crisp in Michael's hand.

'Wow! Now he finally understood why the food in front of him disappeared so quickly earlier!'

"Yes, my mum gave it to me as a school entrance gift a few days ago," Michael said, somewhat embarrassed, while gnawing on the crisps.

"For some reason, my mum never let me eat these things since I was a kid, but they're really delicious..." He squeezed some ketchup into his mouth.

This is truly a unique way to eat crisps.

"My mum didn't give me anything, she's a Muggle, only my dad is a wizard, but my mum makes all the decisions at home."

"She also manages the money, maybe because she's smarter. But we're very poor, any money has to be used to raise my younger brother and sister."

William hesitated for a moment, then also grabbed a handful of crisps and started eating them slowly.

"You're a Half-blood, not bad, I'm from a pure-blood family, but I've never seen my father; he died shortly after I was born."

"He supposedly died in the fight against You-Know-Who; my mum often cries saying he fell just before dawn," Michael's voice was tinged with sadness as he spoke.

However.

This did not affect his speed of devouring crisps.

"He must have loved you," Ian offered some comfort.

"Indeed, I always knew he loved us; he joined that fight because of my birth, wanting to create a more stable environment for my future."

Michael finally choked up, unable to eat more crisps.

"You're at least better off than me; I'm an orphan, never seen my parents," Ian joined the dormitory's misery competition at this point.

Unsurprisingly.

He received two pairs of sympathetic eyes.

"You're really pitiful."

"Here, have two crisps."

Both conceded defeat, Michael even handed Ian the crisps — compared to eating this for midnight snacks, he actually wanted some treacle tart.

"No thanks, I'm on a diet."

Ian shook his head and refused, looking at Michael's bed; the empty bag clearly didn't seem to have any treacle tart left. Michael must have really finished it all at the feast.

"You're so thin, and you're dieting?" William's eyes widened.

"If I were you, I'd eat more; you're too thin," Michael nodded in agreement, stuffing the crisp he offered to Ian into his own mouth. "I have to eat; my mum said I'm still growing my brain."

It must be said that his appetite is really big.

"I need to review the book; I don't want to be unable to answer the professors' questions tomorrow," William packed up his things and pulled out his book.

He turned on his small desk lamp and sat at the desk, starting to study hard.

"Actually, there's no need to be so nervous; even kids from pure-blood families don't learn much magic before getting here; as long as we pay attention in class, we'll be fine."

Michael, full and satisfied, headed to the bathroom.

"That makes sense."

Ian thought the guy was right; however, William clearly had his own insistence, sitting at the desk studying hard, he seemed to be reviewing Hogwarts, A History related knowledge.

"Why are you also sitting at the desk?"

After washing up, Michael came out of the bathroom and found Ian also sitting at a desk.

"Just writing a letter home, so the adults at the Orphanage won't worry about me; they're all very good people," Ian showed the paper on his desk.

Michael curiously leaned over to take a look, then confirmed Ian wasn't the type of roommate who would sneak and lie; Ian was indeed using a quill to write a letter.

[Dear Mrs. Cole, 

I have settled in well at Hogwarts; my classmates here are very friendly, and the professors are all rare experts in their fields.

I hope you don't worry; tell Daniel and Joey, that no one has bullied me because of my background; the school's learning atmosphere is very strong.

If...]

The letter wasn't finished.

Michael just glanced at it without carefully looking.

"Maybe I should write a letter to my mum tomorrow," he seemed inspired, and thoughtful, yawned, and then headed to his bed.

Before he fell asleep immediately.

This is indeed a kind of talent.

In the loud snoring of his roommate, William put on earplugs and continued studying, while Ian pondered over his words, writing a safety letter to the Orphanage.

Due to Hogwarts' uniqueness, and the Confundus Charm the school cast on several Orphanage adults, he had to disguise Hogwarts as an outstanding Muggle boarding school.

This wasn't easy.

After all.

What kind of life boarding school students should live was entirely up to his imagination; if he accidentally wrote something absurd like rich people eat full roast dinners every night, that would be troublesome.

"Swish swish swish~"

The sound of the quill was a subtle noise.

William's desk lamp was very bright, perhaps some unauthorized modified Muggle item. By the light, Ian concentrated and finished the letter, then washed up and chose to rest.

William was still studying hard alone.

Outside, a drizzle had started.

In the quiet night.

Subtle thunder streaked across the sky; in the brief and dim light outside the window, no one noticed a pair of peculiar eyes watching inside the dormitory.

It was a creature hanging upside down under the eaves, clinging to the roof tiles, with blue wings, resembling both a reptile and a giant butterfly.

It stealthily clung to the eaves, staring at Ravenclaw's dormitory. In its small peculiar eyes, reflected the sleeping Ian... that little head.

(End of chapter)