The portrait spoke.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon, Connor was still stunned for a moment.

He just stared at the girl in front of him, who had changed her temperament, and looked at her angry forehead.

"Speak! Why not speak! ”

"Ah......h

"To be precise, you didn't set up a Hufflepuff house as a girl, ma'am."

But before Connor could reply, a chubby ghost suddenly passed through the wall, the same fat monk he had seen in the Great Hall before.

Well, while Connor didn't seem to feel much before, he found it hard to walk through the barrel with the fat monk's physique.

"So...... There must be another path to the lounge, right? ”

"Well, of course there is."

Not minding Connor's scrutiny in the slightest, the fat friar just smiled kindly.

"If you don't want to go through the barrel, or if you can't get through it at all, you can go this way, and behind the portrait of Miss Herga is a set of stairs that lead down to the bottom—which the lady had prepared for herself."

"Oh......"

Thinking of the knowing smiles of the prefects and some of the older students, Connor's expression couldn't help but become more strange.

He looked at the portrait of the beautiful maiden.

But before he could speak, the girl shouted again:

"Look at what look at me? It's not me who is fat! ”

There is no such reserve as everyone is like a lady before, and the girl just chatters.

"She eats so much by herself, what's the matter with me."

The corners of Connor's mouth twitched.

To be reasonable, I haven't spoken yet.

Listening to the abrupt complaint of the portrait, the corners of Connor's mouth twitched.

"I just wanted to ask about the entrance to the passage."

And soon, the girl who was originally chattering quickly became serious.

"Password!"

"The prefect said there was no password."

"Don't talk nonsense, I said there is, don't think about it if you don't have a password!"

She narrowed her eyes, as if she were very proud.

It's just that she didn't hold Connor at all.

"This kid isn't as fat as I am, he can slide off the barrel."

The fat friar's cold words made the smile on Miss Helga's face completely stiffen.

"It's because of your attitude that not many students respect you now, ma'am."

The fat friar followed up with another stab, which made Miss Helga ashamed.

"Shut up!"

She yelled as if she had been poked in the spot, and she looked at the fat monk as if she were going to devour him completely.

As for Connor, he himself didn't want to be involved in such a thing.

Just as the noise behind him was getting louder, he just clung to his little box and slipped into the short slide passage.

It's just that when he glides through the passage, the inexplicable noise behind him also stops.

And faintly, there are these blessed words coming from behind.

"Anyway, enjoy life and don't have any worries."

It's just that Connor's mood is more complicated.

"Don't worry about the outside world, Hogwarts is your eternal haven, enjoy life to the fullest."

He still remembered the message on the portrait, a message from Helga Hufflepuff to the students.

But now, can the interior of Hogwarts really be called a harbor?

Connor still had some doubts about this.

But before his doubts lasted long, the view behind the slide made him completely put the worry in his heart back to the bottom of his heart.

What appears in front of you now is a bright landscape.

The entrance is surrounded by a doorless fence, and inside is a round, low-roofed house illuminated by moonlight—a vast basement.

A variety of potted plants create a sense of joy throughout the lounge, and the garden is decorated and decorated to make people feel comfortable, while the surrounding walls and round arches also exude a sense of security.

The students cheered inside, and a strong sense of warmth came to their faces.

In the midst of the crowd, Connor saw his friend.

Ernie McMillan.

"Hey, Connor, come here!"

He was there beckoning, carrying a teapot that looked so beautiful.

Without waiting for Connor to react, Ernie handed over a cup and poured him another cup of milk tea.

"This teapot seems to be a magic vessel, and there is always milk tea in it."

"Ah...... Such. ”

Taking a sip of the hot milk tea, Connor sighed softly.

He just quietly surveyed his surroundings.

The interior of the Hufflepuff Lounge is so large that it doesn't look crowded even when hundreds of students gather here.

And those magical plants are either glowing, adding light sources, or dancing and radiating vitality.

The fireplace burns silently, providing warmth throughout the lounge.

Eventually, Connor turned his attention to the painting on the fireplace.

It was the same witch, but more mature and plump.

She seemed to notice Connor's gaze, and her frozen demeanor suddenly came alive.

"Hello."

She winked mischievously. He shook the old glass in his hand that seemed to contain some delicious drink.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff."

"Hello."

Connor's expression was a little subtle, and he had already guessed the identity of the witch on the portrait.

"Looks like I'm bothering you?"

She asked with a smile.

"No, it just feels like a big change, and I saw a girl up there...... How to say that? You don't seem to be the same at all. ”

"Ah, I see."

Ms. Helga just smiled.

"People will change after all, she will become me, and I will gradually age......"

"Who do you think will become you! Fat woman! ”

Suddenly, the girl's angry voice came from within the portrait.

"If you can't keep your mouth shut, don't blame me."

Just as the girl Connor had seen before lunge at the plump witch, Lady Helgar drew her wand.

Without uttering any incantation or making any specific gestures, she simply pointed her wand at her teenage self and tied her directly to a chair that existed in the portrait.

"Let go of me!"

Without waiting for Miss Helgar to shout more, Miss Hufflepuff casually fed her a small piece of cake from the portrait into her mouth.

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Is it delicious?"

"Hmm."

Isn't that what you brought on yourself!

The interior of the portrait was as if it were a whole world, and Lady Helga only turned around and winked at Connor in the end.

"Anyway, enjoy it."

As Connor looked away from the portrait, he saw Prefect Gabriel approaching.

"How's it going, have you thought about it?"

"Hmm...... You know I'm thinking about things? ”

"After all, looking at your bitter face all the time, you know that you want to be quiet alone for a while."

Gabriel just laughed.

"Well, if it's adjusted, then I'll declare the banquet started?"

"Didn't you start before?"

"Of course, this is a banquet to welcome your new students, how can you start without one?"

“…… Okay, I'm ready. ”

Connor smiled helplessly.

Gabriel, on the other hand, soon walked under the dome, and he bathed in the moonlight with the prefect Georgina.

"Anyway, welcome to our Hufflepuff House, and while I know you may not want to listen to me, I would like to say a few words: we don't like to fight, but we don't fear, we love life, but we don't mean metric...... That's our Hufflepuff attitude. ”

This is a blessing and an expectation.

And soon, the female prefect Georgina showed a gentle laugh:

"But don't be so nervous now, let the banquet begin."

In the underground lounge of Hogwarts, the sounds of hundreds of students echoing with each other.

But under the protection of the earth, no one knows about this kind of thing.