Hogwarts Asylum

In the early morning, Harry was awakened by the sound of knocking on the glass. He got out of the quilt and looked at the window in a daze. Standing outside the window was a snow-white dumpling. Harry didn't need to wear glasses to know that it was his Hedwig. , in the entire dormitory, the only owl he raised was white.

Harry quickly got out of bed and went to the window.

Pushing open the window, a gust of cold wind blew into the dormitory, making Harry shiver.

Seeing this, Hedwig immediately spread her wings, as if to shield Harry from the wind.

"Thank you, Hedwig." Harry rubbed Hedwig's head, and Hedwig squinted her eyes in enjoyment, "Come in~"

Hedwig obeyed and jumped onto Harry's raised arm.

Harry moved Hedwig to the owl stand beside the bed, then turned back to close the window.

At this time, a strange cry suddenly sounded.

"Ula!"

"Huh?" Harry squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. Within his sight, a vague reddish-brown shadow was jumping by the window.

Harry hurriedly turned around and picked up the glasses placed on the bedside and put them on. He saw a reddish-brown bird that was no higher than Hedwig's chest jumping around by the window. I was very dissatisfied with ignoring this matter and kept shouting "Ula Ula". The sound was really strange.

"Sorry, you are the same color as the window sill. I can't see without my glasses." Harry picked up a small package of bacon skins. Hedwig liked to eat this stuff, so he bought a bunch of them, not knowing that this one was obviously not from an owl. The bird will eat or not.

Harry first placed a piece on the window sill, and after seeing the bird lower his head and peck at the bacon skin, he placed another piece, and then he did not forget to put a few pieces on Hedwig's shelf to avoid causing Hedwig's dissatisfaction.

After doing all this, Harry began to search seriously.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron rubbed his eyes and got up, but a gust of wind blew and he wrapped himself in the quilt again, "Why is it so cold?"

"Sorry, I left the window open," Harry said without looking back.

"I seemed to hear a strange noise just now." Seamo also woke up, but he was still in bed.

"Is today Saturday? Why do you all get up so early?" Neville asked drowsily.

"It's Friday, Neville." Ron said as he lay down again. "Malfoy has gone to the library. It's at least past six o'clock now, which is not too early."

"Harry, what are you doing by the window?" Seamus asked from under the covers.

"Uh-" Harry scratched his head, "A bird with a strange chirp came here, but I couldn't find the letter it sent."

The little bird ate half a piece of bacon skin. It was probably full. After hearing what Harry said, it fluttered its wings and flew into the dormitory. It landed on the old shelf beside Ron's bed. That was Fred's and George gave it to Ron, saying it would be useful in case Ron's Christmas gift was an owl, and they didn't know where they got it.

"Hey! Go away! This is for my future owl!" Ron called out from under the quilt, probably because he just moved his mouth, so the bird was not moved at all and was minding its own business. He rubbed it against the small ball on the shelf that he used to sharpen his beak.

"Maybe that's the new pet that Mrs. Weasley gave you in advance." Seamus stood up wrapped in quilt and glanced at the bird that was not afraid of Ron at all.

"Impossible, if mother said Christmas, she would not be a second earlier." Ron said lazily. Harry hadn't closed the window yet, and it was too cold outside the bed, so he chose to pretend he hadn't seen the bird.

"The rufous bird goes well with your red hair, doesn't it?" Seamus lay down again.

"It does match Ron's red hair." Unlike Ron and Seamus, Neville had already gritted his teeth and got out of bed to change his clothes.

"Really?" Ron doubtfully put his head out of the quilt and looked at the bird. Its eyes were sharp, and coupled with its beak-grinding movements, it looked like it was about to fight with another bird in the next second.

Probably because of his preconceived ideas, Ron liked it more and more the more he looked at it. Although the bird looked less than half the size of Harry's Hedwig, its reddish-brown feathers really matched his hair.

"Crack-"

Harry finally closed the window. He originally thought that the bird might fly away after a while, but seeing that it wouldn't leave for a while, he might as well close the window first.

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter of an hour before seven o'clock, which was still some time before the end of breakfast at eight o'clock.

"What kind of bird is this?" Harry returned to the bed and began to change clothes.

"I only know owls." Neville said and went to wash up with toiletries.

"I don't know him either," Seamus replied.

"Don't you think it's cool?" Ron finally got off the quilt and stood up to look at the bird. "Look, do the little black spots on both sides of its mouth look like beards?"

Ron tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the bird's head, but was pecked instead.

"Ouch! It hurts!" Ron retracted his hand and got back into the quilt, "I dare say it's not a gift from my mother."

"Just because it pecked you?" As the room temperature warmed up, Seamus finally got off the quilt completely ahead of Ron.

"What else? Maybe it's a wild bird flying from somewhere. Pet birds wouldn't be so vicious." Ron complained, rubbing the back of his hands.

"It's also possible that it was raised by someone in another dormitory, but it just flew into the wrong room." Harry said, "Whose pet is not an owl?"

"There are so many people who raise spiders, cats, rats, and toads... There are even pig farmers in Hufflepuff. I suspect they want to raise the pigs and then roast them. ." Seamus counted the pets he had seen so far on his fingers, "What you should ask is, who's pet is a bird, but not an owl."

"There are people who keep ravens, but this one doesn't look like a raven." Harry said. He knew that a certain professor kept a raven that was bigger than Hedwig. That raven was often around the castle. It flies around and sometimes falls on the Quidditch pitch to take a nap. Anyone who dares to scare it will be attacked.

When Harry went to training with Wood and the others, he saw the big raven chasing the people of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Wood even joked at the time that the raven was training the flyers on their flying skills. , after all, no matter how great the flying skills of Quidditch players are, they can't compare to real birds, especially ravens that dare to ride an eagle in the air.

"Then I don't know." Simo spread his hands.

In fact, this little bird with a strange cry was Catherine's little Eva. Since Saruman didn't return home all night, it had nothing to do and wandered around by itself. During this period, it happened to meet Hedwig who was also out for fun, and it He flew around on Hedwig, and then followed Hedwig to this dormitory.

Originally, it was ready to leave, but the little dwarf ignored it and made it very angry. Although it was small, it still had self-respect. If the little dwarf hadn't taken out the bacon skin in time, making it feel that the little dwarf was quite polite, it would have left. This little dwarf needs to see what "yellow and white are distinct" means.

After eating the bacon skin, little Eva happened to be a little tired, so she just rested here for a while. Anyway, she didn't want to help her owner deliver letters to her hometown in a short period of time.

……

In the auditorium, Draco was still sitting at the dining table blankly. It was rare for him to go to the library without finishing breakfast today. It was not because he was finally ready to be lazy. Teacher O'Loughlin had set a goal for him of fifth grade. After learning the prerequisite knowledge, if the average amount of learning per day is averaged, he has actually completed the goal for the whole year. However, the reason why he still leaves early and comes back late every day is mainly because he is used to it, and the more he learns, the more he learns. The more he felt ignorant, the more he felt that he was not enough.

The main reason why Draco was still in the auditorium at almost seven o'clock was because his little eagle owl sent a package. The package contained Draco's favorite candy at home. It came with the package. There is also a letter from my father.

The letter stated that the Malfoy family may have accidentally offended Mr. O'Loughlin, and hoped that Draco, as an apprentice, could invite Mr. O'Loughlin to a banquet at Malfoy Manor tonight. The purpose of the banquet was mainly to express gratitude. Teacher Oluolin, while giving me a apprenticeship ceremony, I also wanted to clear up a little misunderstanding.

Although the content of the letter was very tactful, after reading the letter, Draco immediately thought of the black book.

Although Mr. O'Loughlin did not tell the origin of the black book, Draco suspected that that was the reason why the Malfoy family offended Mr. O'Loughlin, and he keenly felt that there might be something weird in the black book. , after all, when Teacher Oluolin just woke up last night, he carefully inquired about the contents of the black book, but he didn't even touch it.

It is precisely because of this that Draco has been sitting in the auditorium struggling. Although he does not believe that his father would murder Mr. O'Loughlin, after all, Mr. O'Loughlin and the Malfoy family have always cooperated happily, and they also Not long after he accepted him as his apprentice, there was no reason why his father would do such a thing.

But judging from his father's tone in the letter, the black book might be a very dangerous magic item. Although Draco couldn't tell how dangerous it was, he knew the harm it would do to Teacher Orolin. It must not be small, and it may be specifically aimed at Teacher O'Loughlin. After all, many professors have come into contact with that black book, but only Teacher O'Loughlin became mentally exhausted and fell into a coma.

As for why his father sent the black book to school, Draco was puzzled.

"Cuckoo-"

The little eagle owl stepped on the plate on the dining table and cooed dissatisfiedly.

"Little Eagle, can you find something to eat by yourself?" Draco said softly. He was not in the mood to find food for Little Eagle right now.

……

In Malfoy Manor, Narcissa was directing the "Aqua" witches hired urgently to decorate the entire manor.

In the living room, Saruman, who had not returned to Hogwarts all night, was nesting in a luxurious bird's nest. To his left was a row of feather softeners, to his right was a row of feather brighteners, and in front of him was another bird smaller than him. , a very beautiful female raven.

After the last love affair ended in vain, Saruman finally tasted the sweetness of love again. This female raven was much gentler than her predecessor. She was slowly approaching Saruman step by step, trying to please him. Put Saruman in a good mood.

As the owner of the manor, Lucius sat in the room, staring blankly at the broken glass.

Lucius had just officially informed all the major pure-blood families about Draco becoming a semi-formal apprentice of Eurolin. Both good friends and bad friends were notified. Although they were not invited to the banquet, they were not invited to the banquet. With this notice, those pure-blood families will be cautious before intervening in the Malfoy family's alchemy items trading business.

The question now is, why did the Dark Lord's notebook cause Orolin to become comatose?And the strangest thing is, why did the Malfoy family never get any news when Oralin was in a coma for a few days and then woke up, and Lucius didn't know about it until Oralin himself sent a letter of guilt?

In fact, Lucius misunderstood the content of Eurolin's letter. After all, Eurolin called the black book "the black book with eyes painted on it" in the letter, and Lucius didn't know about the black cover at all. The contents of the notebook, because he did not dare to open it for fear that there would be a vicious curse on it.

And the reason why he sent the notebook to Orolin was because the Ministry of Magic had recently spread the news that dark magic items would be strictly inspected. In order to avoid being opened up by Fudge's greedy pig lion, Lucius simply sent it The most dangerous items in the house were sent to Oluolin, thinking that as a master of alchemy, Ouluolin would be able to detect the curse on the notebook.

So when Eurolin questioned the origin of the "black book", Lucius instinctively thought that it was the notebook he was talking about. But what he couldn't figure out was that he clearly had something vague to say in the letter attached to the notebook. It explained that the notebook was solemnly handed over to him by the Dark Lord many years ago.

Lucius did not underestimate Eurolin because of the fact that Eurolin was unconscious. After all, he had experienced Eurolin's skills, and the Nott family's ancestral home had just been rebuilt a few years ago, let alone That notebook belongs to the most powerful Dark Lord ever!

"Boom boom boom——"

While Lucius was thinking about how to face Orolin tonight, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Lucius, the decoration outside is almost complete." Narcissa opened the door and came in. She frowned when she saw the pile of broken glass on the ground that had not yet been restored.

Last night, not long after the couple fell asleep, they heard a knock on the window and woke up. As a result, just as they were about to get up, Saruman broke the window directly and broke the glass all over the floor. Lucius was After reading the letter, she hurriedly asked her to find someone to decorate the manor and prepare a banquet for Eurolin. She also frowned and refused to disclose the contents of the letter.

One of the couple went out to find someone and directed the arrangements, while the other was at home writing letters. Neither of them slept all night, so both of them looked a little tired at this time, but Narcissa was more energetic.

"Is there something that we can't solve together?" Narcissa sighed. Seeing Lucius looking so haggard, she felt very distressed.