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

  Everyone quickly made their way into the on room.

  Then.

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

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

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

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

  tally.

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

  The dormitory's deatched the on room's colour scheme, with five desks lined up in front of the window, and fnnel curtains hanging in front of the beds.

  "Ian Prince."

  After shoving his suitcase uhe bed, Ian introduced himself first to his roommates, who were busy unpag their suitcases.

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

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

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

  The young bck wizard joihe versation.

  "My name is Michael Jordan."

  He added his introdu.

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

  "Do you guys want some? I sneaked some away during the feast," Michael pced the rge bag of food oable and started dev a crisp ferociously.

  "You have aended 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 ily at the still steaming crisp in Michael's hand.

  'Wow! Now he finally uood 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 mahe 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 dev crisps.

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

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

  Michael finally choked up, uo eat more crisps.

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

  Unsurprisingly.

  He received two pairs of sympathetic eyes.

  "You're really pitiful."

  "Here, have two crisps."

  Both ceded defeat, Michael even handed Ian the crisps — pared 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 fi 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 o review the book; I don't want to be uo ahe professors' questions tomorrow," William packed up his things and pulled out his book.

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

  "Actually, there's o be so nervous; even kids from pure-blood families don't learn much magic befetting here; as long as we pay attention in css, 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 reted 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 firmed 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 cssmates 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 g 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 sn of his roommate, William put on earplugs and tiudying, while Ian pondered over his words, writing a safety letter to the Orphanage.

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

  This wasn't easy.

  After all.

  What kind of life b school students should live was entirely up to his imagination; if he actally 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 mp was very bright, perhaps some unauthorized modified Muggle item. By the light, Ian trated and fihe letter, then washed up and chose to rest.

  William was still studying hard alone.

  Outside, a drizzle had started.

  In the quiet night.

  Subtle thureaked across the sky; in the brief and dim light outside the window, no oiced a pair of peculiar eyes watg ihe dormitory.

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

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

  (End of chapter)