"Whew..."

Stuffing the tart into the box, Egg let out a long sigh of relief.

This little thing is simply horrible.

It's not that Iger didn't want to destroy it, but erasing an object with a personality somehow feels like killing someone, and it's also killing yourself, which feels weird...

In the suitcase, the tarts and the Dementors stared at each other with staring blank eyes.

The Dementor could only feel as if there was something in front of him, and the tart had no soul, so he couldn't feel the tart's emotions, but he did feel something in front of him that seemed to be similar to happiness but not a real emotion.

The feeling is complicated, as if a person who is very picky about eating fruit suddenly comes across the artificial fruit on the cake.

The feeling of being able to eat and not wanting to eat...

Gently reaching out and groping his large, scabbed black paws forward, the Dementor felt like he had touched a pair of horns, and then withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

I can't afford to mess with it...

……

Christmas is over, and both Egg and Hermione are back at school, and the tart is taken away by Egg after Mrs. Granger's strong protest.

The little thing was too pitiful, and Iger really didn't feel at ease that he was left at home.

It's not good if the Granger couple knows what kind of privacy, this thing can only be carried around...

"He's like a bird, he can fly... He's not an athlete anymore. ”

As soon as Iger returned to school, he saw Ron in the auditorium showing off his experience of spending Christmas with Krum to the students around him.

"He's an artist!" Ron's voice was soulful.

"You're in love with him, Ron." Ginny sat down next to Harry and laughed.

"Shut up." Ron rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Don't say that about Ginny, Ron adores him," Fred said with a grin.

"yes, but it would be nice to delay it for a few days." George spread his hands: "Like the first time he met Harry, the first time he saw Egg, it was like this..."

"Krum, I love you~" Fred sang in a strange voice.

"Krum I love you~" George also sang.

"When we parted, my heart was only beating for you...", the surrounding students suddenly sang in unison, watching Ron laugh.

Ron sighed a little disappointedly, and leaned back in the soft chair boredly: "You know what? Bulgaria made it to the final of this year's World Cup, and Krum promised to give us tickets. ”

As he spoke, Ron glanced around, hoping that someone would cater to him.

But he still thought too well, this year's World Cup is held in the United Kingdom, and the ticket money is actually not very expensive, after all, there are few people in the entire European wizarding world...

"You'd better keep it for yourself," Egg pouted.

He really didn't have much of a feeling for Quidditch, preferring Swordsmanship in comparison.

"Can you help us get a few?" You Mengyu walked over with a book and asked.

"Of course." Ron was glad that the goddess spoke to herself.

"Thank you." You Mengyu turned around and walked away, walking neatly, as if the goddess was perfunctory with a spare tire.

Looking at the cute rain sitting next to Hermione, Egg was a little curious: "You like Quidditch too?" ”

"I don't feel much about this thing... But the group of boys we came with seemed to like it. Yu Mengyu muttered quietly: "I can sell it to them, a ten-Galleon..."

Egger: "......"

"China has very strict regulations on brooms and flying swords, so it's not easy for us to have an event there, and adolescent boys love these things."

Youmengyu spread his hands: "Flying swords can't be played, they can only play Quidditch." ”

"Why can't you race?" Hermione wondered, "Can't they all fly?" Isn't there an exclusive event for Flying Sword? ”

"Come to think of it, stepping on a flying sword is Quidditch's play, either you stick it in someone else's sword or your sword in someone else's body, and neither of them seems to be so pleasant..."Egg laughed.

"......" Hermione was stunned, then laughed, "It seems like that..."

A few people were chatting, and in the corner of the lounge, a small figure crept out.

Egg Tarts excitedly emerge from Gryffindor's tower and begin their great and free Hogwarts adventures.

Little ladies, I'm here~

With Egger's personality and memory, Tart is familiar with the school's castle, but this is the first time he can see it from a puppet's point of view, which gives him a feeling of excitement.

The original unpretentious stone statues have become as tall and majestic as heavenly soldiers, the cats patrolling around have become fierce tigers, and the occasional Slytherin pet snake passing by is like an ancient dragon, and the egg tart probe walks with its brain, as if it is in a flood wilderness, and the original magic wind instantly becomes a hardcore fantasy wind...

Carefully bypassing the cats patrolling around, the egg tart stalked nervously and silently.

Why the nervousness?

Because from the perspective of the puppets, the cats around them are like tigers...

And myself, I don't know how to do magic...

That's bad.

"Meow?" A voice came from overhead, and the egg tart was startled, and turned her head to look, and her eyes were facing a pair of golden eyes.

Crookshan looked curiously at the little thing in front of him that looked like his own little master, and tilted his head with some curiosity.

The little black nose sniffed, and Crookshan smelled Egger.

"Little master?" Crookshan looked at the doll curiously.

The egg tart was stunned, and then there was a burst of joy, thank God, due to the inheritance of the memory, the ability of the beast language is still there...

"Ahem... That's right, it's me. The tart raised its head and walked up to Crook Hill.

"How did you get so small?" Crookshan tilted his head suspiciously, and pressed a hesitant paw to the top of the tart's head: "Meow shorter than me..."

Egg tart: "......"

Damn, it's scary...

A cat that is a head taller than you stretches out its paws and presses your head and asks if you are afraid!

"Hmm... It doesn't feel right, either..."Crookshan muttered in confusion.

"In fact... I'm just a doll with a personality attached to it..."The egg tart looked at Crook Hill in embarrassment.

Crookshan suddenly said: "It's all the same..."

"Huh?" The tart's eyes lit up.

"Little master..."Crookshan lowered his head and looked at the egg tart curiously: "Are you lost?" ”

"I just... Come out and go shopping..."The tart laughed awkwardly.

"Hmm... Do you want me to take you? Crookshan circled around the tart, "You don't look like you have much strength..."

The egg tart was stunned: "Is it okay?" ”

……

"Aha~ The great egg tart has started his wonderful adventure story!" There was an excited voice in the corridor, the egg tart rode on the back of Crook Hill and galloped with high spirits, Crook Hill ran very fast, and occasionally passers-by only saw a ginger shadow swishing past.

"Just now... I think I heard Egg's voice..."Malfoy turned his head to look at the two henchmen behind him, "Did you hear that?" ”

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shook their heads blankly.

Malfoy frowned, and then heard Egger's voice come from the other end of the hallway: "Death is like the wind, always with me!" ”

"Huh?" Malfoy hurried over and saw a ginger shadow disappear at the end of the hallway.

“…… What's the situation? Malfoy looked confused.

……

"Phew~" The egg tart gently tugged on Crook Mountain's cat ears, and Crook Hill suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at the egg tart suspiciously.

"What's the matter, little master?"

The tart jumped off Crookshan's back, crept to the wall, and scratched half of her head on the wall: "I remember that it seems to be the girls' bathroom next to this?" ”

"Yes, meow," Crookhill squatted down behind the tart.

"Ahem... Does Crookhill like young ladies? Tart turned her head to look at Crook Hill and asked nonchalantly.

"I don't like meows..."Crookshank was very upright.

Egg tart: "......"

"So I don't think you should always distance yourself from people because they don't like you." Egg Tart raised her chin: "We should take the initiative to approach them and warm them, so that they will like you, you know?" ”

"But I don't want to—" Crookshan tilted his head, "What's the point?" ”

"Of course it makes sense, just shut up and just do what I say." The egg tart suddenly became a little annoyed and angry.

There was a sound of chirping in front of her, and the egg tart turned her head to see that several young and beautiful girls were laughing and walking out of the girls' bathroom with toiletries.

The egg tart laughed evilly, looking at the school uniform, it was a Ravenclaw girl.

Ravenclaw, 70 percent of the whole house is girls...

If it weren't for Hermione, Egg would have wanted to go to Ravenclaw in the first place.

"Meow woo woo ..."Crook Hill stepped forward with a doll in his mouth and squatted down obediently in front of several girls.

"Huh? If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be called Crook Mountain..."Qiu Zhang's voice came out, and the egg tart felt a little embarrassed, he hadn't seen Qiu Zhang just now.

"What kind of Hogwarts security captain does it look like? I heard that it seems to be very smart? A girl on the side laughed, "That's what those Gryffindor guys said..."

"What's it holding? Muppets? Cho chuckled and squatted down, and the tart almost cried out in excitement.

Because of the fact that he had just taken a bath, Qiu Zhang was wearing a skirt, and from the angle of the egg tart, the scenery was infinitely good...

It's still high-definition, the uncensored kind.

Crookshan obediently put down the egg tart, and the egg tart suddenly regretted for a while, and this angle could not be seen...

"Was it given to us?" Qiu Zhang suddenly looked surprised.

"It's not a meow~" Crookshan replied straightforwardly, but several girls didn't understand it at all, but subconsciously felt that Crookshan was giving gifts...

"Thank you." Qiu gently touched Crookshan's head, picked up the doll from the ground, and then turned his head to look at a few people in some surprise: "Who do you think this is?" ”

"Isn't this the poisoned egg?" A girl on the side suddenly laughed: "What? Did he send it? That guy wants to split his legs? So send a kitten to play a striker first? ”

"Say what?" Qiu Zhang was suddenly embarrassed, but his heart moved slightly.

No, big sister, it's not like this...

The egg tart was speechless for a while, are all the girls' brains used in love?

I'm just trying to peep...

Although he was speechless, the egg tart did not have the slightest explanation, and let a group of girls laugh and take it back to the bedroom.

At night, the egg tart got out of Qiu Zhang's arms and stood at the head of the bed, and glanced at Qiu Zhang with some melancholy.

He couldn't see it, which made him very disappointed.

"Brother is a free man, you can't keep my brother in your arms." With a hint of the fragrance of a girl's embrace, the egg tart slowly left the girls' dormitory.

Walking all the way to the Ravenclaw common room, the tart looked around, the azure curtains hung on the windows around it, and the clean and tidy lounge was dreamlike under the moonlight.

"It's so beautiful," muttered the tart softly, glancing up at the Ravenclaw statue, "It's a pity you can't see it..."

Just as he was about to leave, the egg tart's gaze suddenly fell on the junction between the lower body of the Ravenclaw statue and the alcove, and he was stunned.

"This place... Is it connected? The little round hand of the egg tart held his chin and muttered to himself in confusion: "Why do you carve the statue directly into the alcove?" Normally, it should be placed, right..."

A few steps back in confusion, the tart always felt that something was wrong.

"Why do you want to attach the statue to the alcove? Are you afraid that future generations will move away? Egg Tart pondered, "Or is there any reason to stay here?" ”

Looking up at the statue of Ravenclaw, the statue's eyes were peaceful, and the eyebrows were full of tenderness, as if looking at some beloved...

Rowena Ravenclaw...

Beloved...

The tart jerked its head up and shook its fist as if remembering something.

It's Helena!

Why do people think of legacy when they think of what Ravenclaw left behind?

Who said the crown had to be on Rowena Ravenclaw's head?

The little tart ran quickly down the corridor at night, rushing towards the Gryffindor lounge.

A mother who has not been able to see her beloved daughter before she dies, how can she be in the mood to think about leaving behind a legacy?

What she is looking forward to the most should be to see her beloved daughter inherit her crown and stand proudly in front of her, right?

Hell, I should have thought that who would put their own statue in an alcove, which has always been used for worship...

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!" The egg tart patted the portrait of the fat lady anxiously.

The fat lady opened her eyes in a daze, and glanced at the egg tart unhappily: "Password." ”

"What password? The castle is all mine, what password do I want. The tart subconsciously shouted.

"That's your master's little thing, and you're just a personality object like me." The fat lady muttered.

Egg tart: "......"

What you say makes so much sense, I'm speechless...

"Dude?" The tart looked tentatively at the fat lady.

"The password is correct." The fat lady rumbled open the door.

Egg Tart hurried to the bedroom, and as soon as she entered the bedroom, she saw Hermione sleeping soundly with Egg in her arms.

The egg tart suddenly became furious, you bastard dare to sleep with my woman?

No, it's me...

Rushing to the bed, the fluffy little hand of the egg tart slapped Egg's face.

"Get up, get up!" The tart roared and screamed.

"Hmm—" Egg rubbed his eyes and glanced at the tart with his eyelids open.

"I have made a very important discovery!" The egg tart's expression remained unchanged, and she tried to put on a serious expression.

There was a crisp snap, and Egg reached out and snapped his fingers. Not far away, the window suddenly opened, and the egg tart spun out of the room.

"I... Ahhhhh

The screams pierced the night sky, and not far away, two owls tilted their heads to look at the tarts flying in the air.

"This voice sounds familiar..."

"Goo... It's the one who didn't wear clothes last time..."