The welcome banquet ended quickly in a festive and noisy atmosphere, and the students of the four colleges, led by their prefects, returned to their common rooms in an orderly manner.

By the time the prefects had assigned the freshmen their dormitories, it was already late.

After putting their bags away, they headed to the bathroom to wash up and welcome their first night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry......

......

The cold, damp Slytherin common room grew silent as a young wizard returned to rest.

About an hour later, a teenager appeared in the common room with a journal in his hand.

After placing the journal on the round table next to the sofa, he strolled to the fireplace, stretched out his cold hands in front of the campfire, and used the scorching flame to drive away the chill from his hands.

When his cold and stiff hands had absorbed the heat and become much more flexible, he turned and sat down on the couch.

Pick up the journal on the round table again and gently open it. Pulling out the pencil in his pocket, he began to write on it.

"Delicious cuisine... The joy of reunion... Looking forward to the new semester... Let the students in Hogwarts Castle quickly fall asleep and sleep deeply..."

"The breath of Oneiroi, overflowing from the soul of every student... The more they gathered, the more they enveloped the entire Hogwarts castle. ”

"Any creature, cat, mouse, owl, ghoul, house-elf, phoenix, serpent, spider, ghost... and the powerful professors, they will all enter their own dreams..."

"Dreams don't disappear until the sun rises..."

The last stroke fell, and Arthur felt like his whole body was suffering from a serious illness and collapsed.

He gasped for breath and collapsed on the couch, only to recover when a bloodshot reappeared on his pale face.

This is the first time that he has launched a large-scale "fairy tale writer" to write a story without paying money, turning his story into reality.

The "fairy tale writer" is very harsh in its ability to change reality, and if the story is not logical, and if it is pushed to happen for vague reasons such as "inexplicable" and "strange", it will be very expensive.

If Arthur used this ability to turn himself into a rich man, his current power would not be able to be mobilized at all.

Even if it says, "I picked up a sum of money today, or someone gave me a sum of money." With Arthur's current strength, he will receive a maximum of £20.

If you pay for the ability to activate money, Arthur can become the richest person in the world, but he will also become the most indebted person in an instant.

For example, in order to get a "sesame seed", you have to take on a "watermelon" debt.

To get one percent of the world's wealth is to be burdened with a debt of one thousand percent of the world's wealth.

Arthur is reluctant to do this, and he/she will not agree with Arthur doing so.

Money is money in the hands of ordinary people, but in Arthur's case, it is a proof of life.

In his/her eyes, money has more and deeper meanings......

Arthur doesn't understand why this ability to change reality is called a "fairy tale writer" by him/her.

After a long time, Arthur guessed that this might be some kind of bad taste in him/her.

As for his/her identity, Arthur has not been able to find out for so many years. He/she rarely communicates with Arthur and is even more reluctant to reveal his identity.

Jinni? Demon? Or an indescribable high-latitude creature?

The only thing Arthur knows is that he/she is powerful, loves money, and can continue his life.

Thinking that he/she likes money, Arthur recalls in his mind that he still owes the other party a lot of foreign debt, and he can't help but sigh.

If he does something against his conscience by any means, Arthur believes that he will soon be able to pay off these foreign debts.

But Arthur is not the kind of person who has no bottom line, and he can't do things like burning, killing and looting.

The most important point, and the reason why Arthur gave up the idea of making money by shady means, is that he/she does not receive money from Arthur's illegal gains.

'I owe a lot of foreign debts right now...'

Arthur picked up the journal again, flipped through a few pages with his hands, and kept his gaze on the page with the form...

Renewal of life, renewal of life every day, costs 100 pounds, about 20 gold gallons. Eleven years, 39 days, 4,057 days, and 404,700 pounds owed, that is, more than 80,000 gold galleons.

Fairy tale writer, 900,000 pounds, free for the first time every day, and then consume 1~∞ million pounds for each use (according to the degree of rewriting reality, the amount of money charged is different). £980,000 owed...

Occlumency, £100,000...

Magical talent, £90 million...

Silent (retired), £250 million, £6,000 per day for mental stability maintenance. £50 million owed...

Resist the Killing Curse, £200,000...

A total of 141684700 pounds are owed, about 28336940 Galleons.

200 gold galleons have been repaid...

"I didn't think too much about it, I just looked at it every day and recorded the amount of foreign debt..."

Arthur raised his hand, added another day of life renewal in the life extension column, and closed the diary again.

To be precise, he is now a dead man, a living dead.

Arthur, who was a baby eleven years ago, died when Father Hughes picked him up.

It was his/her power that allowed Arthur to live like a normal person until now...

Putting the journal in his inner pocket, he glanced up at the campfire in the fireplace, and with a long breath, he walked towards the exit hallway of the common room.

The corridors of Hogwarts Castle at night are dark and silent.

Arthur followed the direction he/she had shown him or her, and walked in the direction of the magic staircase.

In the empty hallway, there was no living thing but Arthur.

Dada, Arthur's footsteps echoed in this wide corridor, making the originally silent space become eerie.

Ghosts who like to be active at night also sleep in their favorite rooms.

The magic staircase was running as usual, and Arthur followed the moving staircase to the third floor (note: it may be controversial, I set it up according to the hp wiki).

At the top of the stairs there was a long-haired cat sleeping soundly on the floor, and Arthur didn't disturb it, and stepped over it softly.

After a while, he came to the door of a bathroom.

Looking at the locked wooden door, he was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the bathroom should not be locked.

But there was no need to dwell on this kind of problem, Arthur quickly pulled out his wand from his waist and pointed it at the locked wooden door, and began to chant in a low voice.

"Alaho Cave Open!"

When the lockpicking spell was successfully cast, Arthur gently pushed the wooden door open with a slight push.

It's a girls' bathroom, but very few girls use it.

"Water can't be wasted."

Arthur, who walked into the bathroom, heard the sound of running water, looked up at the sleeping ghost lying on the balcony with a high window, and whispered.