"Isn't this William's golden eagle! How could it be here. ”

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Harry and Ron left the castle and headed for the hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

As soon as he entered the cabin, Ron saw the golden eagle in Hagrid's room, and the boy asked in shock.

"Ah, you said Jupiter. William came in the morning and entrusted the little one to my care.

It's not me bragging, but when it comes to taking care of this large bird of prey, I'm probably the most knowledgeable person in all of Hogwarts. Hagrid said to the two boys with a proud expression.

"Come in and sit by the fire, just like you have in your own home." Hagrid greeted them warmly, poured a large pot of hot water into the teapot, and brought out a basin of homemade rock crust cakes, which he placed on the plate in front of them.

Soon, the three of them had a pleasant exchange, and Harry and Ron told Hagrid about the past few days of class, and when they heard Hagrid call Filch, "That old rice bucket!" ”

Both of them laughed, and Harry's originally depressed mood improved a lot.

However, when talking about Professor Snape and what he had picked up at Gringotts that day, Harry noticed that Hagrid's eyes flickered a little, and he stiffly shifted the subject, much to Harry's confusion.

What's in the bag?

Where is the packet now?

Did Hagrid know something about Snape but wouldn't tell him?

On the way back, Harry was confused and thought that the boy always thought that there must be some big secret in this, but Harry, who was not a good thinker, had a headache when he thought about it.

"Hagrid is so cool, he knows how to take care of a golden eagle." Ron on the side

If only he could be as heartless as he was, Harry thought helplessly.

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The afternoon herb class was still not difficult for William, and the boy's excellent performance was a lot of points for Ravenclaw, but it was much less than the first time.

It seems that the professors have noticed William's bug-like scoring machine and have begun to limit William's scoring.

After dinner, William walked towards the Ravenclaw lounge, the package sent from home today had not been opened, William couldn't help but be a little curious, his father, the Duke would write something in the letter, and his mother, should send a lot of hand-made delicious food.

Thinking of this, William's pace couldn't help but quicken, and soon he came to the door of the Ravenclaw common room, and saw the olecranon knocker, as well as Terry scratching his ears and cheeks next to the knocker.

"William, come and save me, I don't know what kind of wind is pumping today's knocker, and the question asked is so difficult!" When Terry saw William, he quickly trotted over and dragged William to the knocker.

"What is too much for one person, just right for two, but not at all for three?" The olecranon knocker asked William, his voice still so ethereal.

Isn't it Terry, you didn't even answer such a simple question? At this moment, William was once again sure that something must have gone wrong with the Sorting Hat.

Could it be that the one who cleaned up the Sorting Hat's brain was broken? No, if I'm not mistaken, Terry should have been the first few classmates who were sorted first.

How on earth did the Sorting Hat get a Gryffindor into Ravenclaw?

"The answer is, secret." William gave the answer to the knocker.

"I hope you'll keep it a secret too." The door to the lounge slowly opened.

"Thank you so much, William. If it weren't for you, I don't know how long I'd be out there. ”

The two then entered the lounge, where William sat down on a random sofa chair, took out the package and began to inspect the contents.

There were two letters in the package, one from each of my parents, and a wide variety of pastries.

William took out a piece and put it in his mouth, Merlin was on it, this is the food that humans should eat, compared to what the hell is Hagrid's rock skin cake in the morning.

In fact, William also understood that due to Hagrid's own bloodline, the food he made was not a blessing for ordinary people, except for his own taste.

William mentally complained about Hagrid's pastry, then tore open the envelope and read it.

William opened his mother's letter first, which was actually very recognizable, because the letter paper used by his mother always had a faint scent of roses.

As William expected, his mother's letters were full of thoughts about William, complaints about how it took him so long to remember to write a letter to his home, and a request for William to eat up the snacks she had made herself.

Even William, who is a person in two lives, can't help but be in a trance, it has been too long since he came to this world, for his parents in this life, William has long regarded them as his dearest relatives, and the sense of estrangement brought about by crossing has long been gone.

Wilhelm picked up another letter, and his father's letter was much simpler, and the duke, who was not good at words, simply expressed his praise for William's rich campus life, and was surprised by William's performance in the Great Hall, "He is worthy of being the heir of the Friedrich family!" "You really look like I did when I was younger." His Majesty wrote in his letter.

Reading between the lines is a different kind of love from my mother.

The Duke also gave an answer to the question mentioned by William. He first praised William's idea, and the Duke wrote in a letter that many great wizards in ancient times had their own magic books to record knowledge and forbidden and powerful spells.

However, in modern times, modern wizards have gradually abandoned this usage, just because it has become more and more difficult to make those magic books with the skills of modern wizards, you must know that every magic book that has been handed down is a very clever alchemical product, and those that have left a reputation in the long history can be called rare treasures.

For example, the national treasures of the Ministry of Magic of ancient Egypt, the Jade Book and the Book of the Dead, are unique treasures.

The Duke wrote in the book that in order to achieve William's goals, William's mention of the use of alchemy symbols to form an algorithm is very novel, but the most important thing is that to make such a book, there must be an injection of souls, and the injected souls must not be too mixed, which will affect the wisdom of the born consciousness, in fact, the more complete the soul injected, the better, and the higher the quality of the soul, the better.

The Duke joked in his letter that if the soul of Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore was to be infused, just a part of it would be enough to give birth to a powerful consciousness.

And if you use the soul of an ordinary person, then it is likely that this soul will be directly destroyed under the pressure of those alchemy symbols that have been burned.

It takes an extremely resilient soul to do it.

William put down the letter and scratched his head in some distress, where to find a soul comparable to Dumbledore at Hogwarts himself? If there is a mysterious person,,,,,

Wait, mystery man!?

There is a room for all needs! Ravenclaw's Tiara!

A flash of inspiration crossed William's mind, and the boy carefully put away the letter, then sat down in his chair and rethought.