The little wizard Xiwen, who returned to the bedroom, had already learned from the ghost Xiwen that there would be a house-elf to deliver food for a while, so he didn't fall asleep directly, and sat at the table and waited.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a little elf with bat-like pointed ears, a large head and eyes, and slender arms to appear in the bedroom, and he also held a plate with hearty food in it.

"Honorable Wizard, this is the food that Venerable Lady Gray has ordered me to bring you!" He said in a high-pitched voice.

Xiwen happily took the plate, thanked the elf with great satisfaction, and then seemed to start enjoying this belated lunch.

"Oh my God, Your Excellency the Wizard actually said thank you to me!" The house-elf exclaimed in surprise.

The fork in Xiwen's hand froze in place.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that not all elves were like his own Millie, because of his own persistence, and because she was still young and very malleable, he slowly became accustomed to Xiwen's thanks.

It has become the nature of house-elves to serve wizards, and wizards take house-elf service as a matter of course, and few wizards will say even a word of thank you to them on a whim.

Xiwen was silent for a moment, smiled at the elf, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Budi, Honorable Wizard!" The house-elf Budy replied with excitement on his face.

"I see, Budi." Shiwen smiled softly at Budi. "Thank you for your hard work."

The house-elf Budi bowed excitedly and left Xiwen's bedroom with a "bang".

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"Xiwen, how can there be a house-elf to bring you food?" Abraxas seemed to be asleep before, but had just been woken up by the shrill voice of the house-elf, whose voice was still a little foggy.

"I just did someone a small favor, because it was already past the meal, so she asked for a meal for me in the cafeteria." Xiwen replied casually.

"It's over?" Abu sat up, looking like he had come to his senses. "No wonder I feel a little hungry, forget it, let's go straight to lunch in a while."

Xiwen looked at him with twitching corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Actually, I ordered it after lunch......

"What??" Abu's eyes widened suddenly, completely refreshed. "Why have I slept for so long?"

"Who knows?" Shevin spread his hands.

"Is anyone waking up later than me?" Abu asked with a fluke mentality.

At this time, there were a few snoring sounds from the next bed.

"It's good that Mobley got up later." Abu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling comforted.

"You wouldn't wake up so late at home, would you?" Xiwen asked curiously.

"How is that possible? My dad has always been strict at home, and it's only easy for me to come to Hogwarts. Abu retorted. But the environment is really good for sleeping. ”

Shivin looked at the Slytherin dormitory, which was still a little dim even in the middle of the day, and nodded approvingly.

"There's another sandwich I can't finish here, I'll give it to you." Seeing a hungry Abraxus, Shivin pointed to the sandwich on his plate.

"So why do you eat steak and I eat sandwiches?" Abrazas asked, unconvinced.

"This was supposed to be my lunch, so it would be nice for you to eat." Xiwen rolled his eyes and said. "And eating greasy food when you first wake up is not good for your stomach."

Abu nodded resignedly, grabbed the sandwich in his hand, and took a cup of pudding next to him. Then he said, "Okay, but this pudding has to be added!" ”

Xiwen pursed his lips and ignored him, but quickly wiped out the rest of the meal.

Then he lay down on the bed tiredly, covered himself with the quilt, and said to Abu: "After a while, Mobley wakes up or Gomez comes back and let them be quiet, I am too sleepy, I need to sleep for a while." ”

Abu munched on his sandwich and gestured to indicate that there was no problem.

Siwen didn't even have time to see his gesture before he fell into a deep sleep.

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This time, the mana was a bit overdrawn, and Xiwen slept until dinner time before he barely woke up.

"Are you awake?" Abraxas, who was playing wizarding chess with Mobley, asked casually when he saw Shivin sitting up. "How do you feel that with a nap, your sleep time is not shorter than ours?"

Mobley echoed with the same feelings: "Indeed, so there is no difference between us!" ”

When Xiwen woke up, he only felt a sore back and a headache, and he didn't have time to pay attention to them, so he sat up from the bed with a frown.

"Who of you knows if there's a pick-me-up in the potions chest in the common room?" He asked.

Abu and Mobley shook their heads blankly.

Xiwen didn't expect them to help, and rubbed the back of his head with his hand as he walked into the common room.

The common room in Slytherin has several communal cauldrons all year round, as well as many common potion materials provided by Professor Slughorn out of his own pocket for Slytherin wizards to practice potions making. Most of the seniors will not take away the finished potions after the refining is completed, but will put them in the box next to the crucible and store them for emergency use.

Shivin walked into the common room and happened to see Ignatius arranging the potion materials.

"Prefect Ignatius, is there any refreshment left here?" He asked.

Ignatius looked at him in some surprise and asked, "What's the matter, do you have a cold?" ”

"Nope." Xiwen shook his head and said. "I used a lot of magic before, but now I have a bit of a headache."

"Don't you have to go to the school hospital?" Ignatius took out a bottle of pick-me-up from the box and handed it to Xiwen, asking with concern. "If it's a magic overdraft, it's not a small problem, you're still young, you should pay attention."

Xiwen took the refreshment potion, nodded with a smile, and said, "I'm fine, there's no big problem anymore." Thank you, Prefect Ignatius. ”

He opened the glass bottle and poured it into his mouth.

A puff of steam erupted from Sivan's ears, making his ears as strange as the chimney on the front of a Hogwarts Express.

Strange to say, as the steam erupted from his ears, the headache felt like it had left his brain with the steam, and Xiwen instantly felt better.

"How?" Ignatius looked down at Xiwen's face and asked with concern.

"Much better! Thank you, prefect. Xiwen thanked Ignatius gratefully and walked back to his bedroom.

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