The dormitories at Hogwarts are oddly arranged, with Slytherin and Hufflepuff dormitories on the basement floor, and Gryffindor and Ravenclaw each occupying the top of a tower – which at first glance may seem discriminatory, but if you really think about it, you don't understand the good intentions of the founders to tie their houses to the concept of the Four Elements, and you haven't experienced what it's like to climb eight flights of stairs to see your beloved bed after a tiring day.

"I've never been to Ravenclawta."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Potter, many Gryffindors don't go until they graduate—and vice versa, of course."

Harry felt a little uncomfortable, as Neil had been tugging at his left arm all the way (with mercy, of course), as if he was afraid that he would run away in the middle of the process. Walking in this posture doesn't look very elegant, but since he was a child and has been persecuted by the Dursley family's propaganda offensive and shunned by his peers, he is not averse to physical contact based on kindness.

What he did not know, or which he should have imagined if he had considered it seriously, was that this unnatural way of approaching was a parody of some hearsay of the old etiquette of the eighteenth century, and it is said that Guferac, Jean Bruville, Gong Baifei, Joli, Abare and Bossuère—the friends of the ABC, arm in arm, made up their minds to jump together for the sake of the revolution.

There is no mention of Angela and Grandaire, and certainly not of Marius, and we all know why.

But to tell the truth, Neil didn't think about anything so far-reaching when he did it, he admired the beautiful rhetoric, the delicate dress, and the elegance of the demeanor, but he was not willing to imitate the inner part of others, and was only satisfied with the formal.

This is not because of superficial thinking, this person has his own set of ideas about what path he should take.

"Mention of Gryffindor dormitories...... Mr. Potter, may I ask what is the name of the plump lady in the portrait in front of the Gryffindor common room? ”

The title "Plump Lady" was a little rare, and Harry was stunned for a moment before realizing who he was referring to: "You mean Fat Lady?" I don't know her name. ”

"It's a shame that she's done a pretty good job of transitioning between the adjacent color blocks, and I've been hoping to get to know her one day. By the way, you know what's a strange word about a piece of art, and it's probably only available at Hogwarts? ”

The long road to Ravenclaw Tower is a little more alive by the new topics that Neil keeps throwing. From the portrait of the fat lady to Rubens, from Rubens to the righteous dog, from the righteous dog to the strange story of a doctor who was repaid by the wolf for delivering the baby for the she-wolf, and was almost beheaded as a murderer because of this......

"—That's pretty good, Mr. Potter. The wolf in this story only gave him the package he had taken from the corpse, so in the end there was room for exculpation, and more often than not, they would prefer to take matters into their own hands, which would not have been washed away by jumping into the Yellow River for the poor person. ”

Then the conversation naturally shifted to the river's measures to control the desertification, which was obviously not very interesting to young people compared to thrilling fantasy stories, and time passed quietly as Harry listened to his tirade about the sand control grid as the great invention of the century, until Neil pulled him from the side to prevent him from stupidly slamming into the door, and Harry noticed that the door to the common room was already in front of him.

"In Ravenclaw – I'd love to say 'we' in Ravenclaw, but that sounds a bit too arrogant – we use puzzles instead of fixed passwords, so be sure to bring your friends and try them out the next time you get the chance. Otherwise, after you graduate, if someone asks you, what is the way to solve the Ravenclaw puzzle? If you can't answer it, you'll be ashamed, and people will wonder what you've been doing in the last seven years, and no matter how you explain it, it's usually only known to our students. ”

If the Dursleys had a little longer conscience and taken Harry with them on their vacations in previous years, it would not be difficult for him to notice by now that Neil was rubbing his hands and smiling narrowly, like the black local tour guides who were focused on foreign tourists.

"But forget it for today, Mr. Potter. I don't mean to look down on your wisdom, but I really can't wait to show you my little shop now, so let's deal with this in a more concise way – please open the door. ”

He grabbed the rusty bronze knocker and knocked lightly, the eagle statue on the door had a blue light in its eyes, and an ethereal female voice came from the eagle's beak: "Lost ......"

"Honey pig intestine."

“……”

Before the statue could spit out a second syllable, Neil lazily interrupted it. The answer that sounded so out of place at the beginning of the question that it even made one wonder if it really existed in the dictionary made the eagle statue's eyes flicker wildly, as if it had been shortened by anger. However, just as Harry hesitated to persuade him to reconsider the answer, or at least to finish the question, the door to the common room clicked open.

"How did you do that!?"

"Trade secrets, Mr. Potter, you just know that no one else can use it." Neil smiled at him and beckoned Harry to hurry up, and the two of them slipped through the doorway one after the other, "Now, I know that the Ravenclaw common room itself is a new place to you, but I take the liberty of asking you to follow my right hand and allow me to introduce you to the ...... Ahh ”

Harry did so, but when he looked in the direction of the other man's finger, all he could see was rotten pieces of wood, broken glass, torn felt, and an unidentified liquid that was sticky and black everywhere.

A boy who looked a few years older than them was pouting in the middle of the rubble, and next to him were two unkempt, disheveled, and likely-looking friends huddled in a ball, unable to move. A half-sized dog made of straw stalks was circling the two of them over and over again, rubbing their jaws from time to time to make a seeping rustling sound to show intimidation, and immediately put on a posture to pounce on someone whose feet were slightly out of the circle, and the two poor creatures were so frightened that they did not even dare to bark.

The onlookers consciously distanced themselves from the scene by about two meters, some were sneering, some were indignant, but most of them still adhered to the fine tradition of Ravenclaws who did not make a decision to watch from the sidelines, and never easily took a stand when encountering things that had nothing to do with them.

Only Penelope, who was mixed in the crowd with an anxious face, saw Neil with an expression as if he had seen a savior.

"Thank goodness you're back! Michael said you just finished the herb class, and I asked him to go to the classroom to find you......"

Neil raised an eyebrow slightly, the initial stunned expression fading from his face, and his expression gradually returning to a masked business smile.

"Well, I can roughly guess it, but to be on the safe side, can anyone explain to me what's going on here?"

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At Hogwarts, the only thing that everyone can love is Galleon, not the boy who never dies, the greatest wizard of all time, and the outlander who lacks a string in his head.

Despite his cheerful and talkative personality, his attentive attitude that is not overly flattering but barely feels self-esteem, and the recent addition of trade channels that are difficult for professionals to give up, it is difficult for those who have actually come into contact with him to make up their minds to hate him to the end.

Among the senior students, there are many people who are dissatisfied with this guy who is so conspicuous in his every move, as if he is deliberately looking down on his seniors.

As it turns out, it doesn't matter if you have the ability to use magic, as long as you cram a group of school-age teenagers into the same boarding school, violence and bullying will happen sooner or later. After someone in the senior class said that he should give the arrogant boy "a little color", the volunteers soon appeared.

A few fifth-graders, who were already worried about the upcoming Q.W.Ls exams, decided to vent their stress at his shop.

Neil Wan was only interested in most of the magic taught at Hogwarts, but he had no intention of skipping school. When he has a class to attend, or when he leaves for other reasons, a scarecrow with a "Resting" sign on his chest will be erected in the middle of the shop - probably to prevent him from being too lonely to visit the store alone, Neil will sometimes put a few small animals made of grass stems around him as companions, and the specific type rotates according to the mood, and the degree of restoration is highly praised among female students.

The plan for the three fifth-graders was simple: swagger and smash the shop while he wasn't there, then just stand there and wait to see the look on his face when he returned. Behind them, a small group of badly behaved students had agreed to help deny it, and no matter how the kid made the accusations, a group of people would come forward and testify that they had seen nothing.

Penelope was probably the only one in the entire Ravenclaw Academy who could understand what was the danger they were planning, for the last time she had seen Neil sit on a chaise longue like an old grandmother knitting straw stalks, she had curiously asked if there was any secret hidden in it.

"This? Dogs. We made janitors there. No need to feed water, no feeding, and when your spiritual power is exhausted, you can still stuff it into the furnace to light the fire, very economical - be careful, Miss Krivat, don't put your hands close to it, this thing is very fierce! If you think it's not a big deal to get bitten from a stalk, you're wrong. ”