The author of "A History of Hogwarts," which Miss Granger loved to study, expressed deep admiration and admiration for the founder of Hufflepuff.

At the beginning of the story, the four founders co-founded Hogwarts, and the author is reserved and neutral.

However, as the other three founders retired from the stage of history, Hufflepuff became a soloist of history, and her hard work and ingenuity were on full display.

During the long years that Hufflepuff ran Hogwarts on her own, she laid a solid foundation for the world's greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry. She has a legacy of almost all Hogwarts rules and management practices, including the critically acclaimed House Cup. This award not only represents the competition between the colleges, but also encourages and affirms outstanding students.

For nearly a thousand years, almost all historians of magic consider Hufflepuff to be one of the greatest wizards and educators in the history of magic. Her wisdom, open-mindedness and dedication have won the praise and respect of later generations. As the first Headmaster of Hogwarts, Helga Hufflepuff continues the tradition of the other three founders while adding a new dimension to the school with his unique leadership style.

One of the greatest accomplishments of Hufflepuff's tenure was that she pioneered the admission of Muggle-born wizards. Although this concept has been developed since the time of the Big Four, it has been slow to progress in practice.

At the time, it was widely believed in the wizarding world that magic was sacred and should not be defiled by Muggles. At the same time, many Muggles, upon discovering children with magical talents, will simply name them evil and kill them. It is against this backdrop that the Hufflepuff Principal has courageously pushed this work forward.

After the deaths of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, the benevolent Hufflepuff became Headmaster of Hogwarts. Soon after she took office, she pushed back against public opinion and further expanded the enrollment of Muggle students, despite the opposition of many pure-blood wizarding families. At its peak, Hogwarts enrolled, with more than 50,000 students across Europe and the Mediterranean.

It is worth mentioning that the tuition and living expenses of these Muggle students were all borne by the Headmaster Hufflepuff alone, which undoubtedly depleted her family fortune, leaving only her most cherished gold cup.

Hufflepuff's move was met with opposition and resistance from the wizarding community, which was dominated by pure-blood wizarding families, and even her children and grandchildren, as well as the descendants of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. However, her unwavering faith and selfless dedication eventually helped Hogwarts survive its difficult times and gradually prosper.

Under Hufflepuff's leadership, Hogwarts became a cradle for excellent wizards, and the students who graduated from it became the backbone of the wizarding world. Many of them were Muggle-born and had faced the fate of being burned to death, but Hogwarts and Helga Hufflepuff saved them and provided them with a new home.

These students gradually became the dominant force in the wizarding world, changing the wizarding world dominated by pure-blood wizard families, and even changing the trajectory of the entire history of magic.

Despite her efforts in the last decade of her life, Headmaster Hufflepuff eventually passed away. However, her efforts were not in vain, and Hogwarts gradually became an acclaimed school of witchcraft and wizardry, and its educational model was increasingly accepted and recognized by more and more people.

And the wizards trained by the Hufflepuff Principal have also become the pillars of the wizarding world, and they inherit the wisdom, mind and dedication of Hufflepuff to continue to promote the development of the wizarding world.

Although the Headmaster Hufflepuff is gone, the spirit and legacy she left behind will forever remain in the hearts of Hogwarts and the wizarding world. Her story and spirit have become an example for countless others to learn from and follow, breathing new life and strength into the entire wizarding world.

No matter how times change, Helga Hufflepuff's great contribution and high status will live on in people's hearts.

Of course, if it is in the heart, it also means that another situation arises.

From ancient times to the present, some dark wizards with ulterior motives have tried to find the tomb of the Hufflepuff lady at Hogwarts.

Although history records that the Hufflepuff Lady before her death was almost destitute and left behind almost nothing, there are some narrow-minded people who believe that the legendary wizard's coffin must contain rare treasures.

However, such behavior has been attacked by successive Hogwarts headmasters.

To this day, everyone knows that this great woman sleeps at Hogwarts, but no one has ever found her resting place.

It was late at night.

Owen didn't rest.

After waiting for the other three in the dormitory to fall asleep, he crept to the common room alone and knocked on the third oak barrel from the right under the portrait of Ms. Hufflepuff.

"What, aren't you resting yet?" The portrait of Lady Hufflepuff said kindly.

"I'm a little hungry." Owen looked back in response.

"Well-don't eat too much, eating too much before bed will affect digestion and sleep." Accompanied by the sound of "click", and the kind reminder of Miss Hufflepuff.

The gate-like barrel in front of Owen was like a brick wall in Diagon Alley, and it was going back to both sides one by one.

This leads to the kitchens of Hogwarts.

It is the most frequented place by Hufflepuff wizards.

"I see, ma'am." Owen greeted the portrait of Lady Hufflepuff, then bent over and cautiously slipped inside.

The aisles are narrow and short, and that design isn't for wizards at first glance.

Luckily, he's only in the fourth grade now, so I really don't know how those sixth and seventh grade wizards are going to get through here.

At the end of the road, behind a door with a green handle.

Suddenly the eyes are bright.

Inside was a large room with a high ceiling, as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

"Uh-why are you here?"

On the edge of the table, which was exactly the same as the long table in the auditorium, hundreds of green figures gathered.

And several familiar figures were gathering there.

At the head was a girl with brown hair and a black robe.

"I thought your feast wasn't over yet." Owen looked at them, and in all fairness, it was normal for Gryffindor to celebrate a week.

"What is there to celebrate." Hermione hung her head down, her face slightly unnatural, hidden under her hair.

During the day, the love letters that Owen read in the auditorium still haunt her ears.

She was both pleasantly surprised and a little complaining about him.

- It's terrible to use someone else's tone, to change love letters to other people, or something.

Shouldn't that kind of thing come from your heart?

Really.

Thinking of those images in her head, Miss Granger was inexplicably a little angry.

"Uh-" yes, it's Granger.

Owen immediately turned to look at Ron beside her, as well as Harry and the Twins.

"What are you doing?" He poked his head curiously.

Then he heard it, and the corners of Ron's mouth rose slightly: "Horse H3." ”

Then, he raised an eyebrow.

"Checkmate!" He said. "I won!"

On the long clean table, Ron was playing against an old elf.

It looks so old.

The fat on the face hangs, and the layers of folds look terrible.

With cloudy milky eyes and long white hair that drooped down its face from its ears, the house-elf was at least two hundred years old, Owen guessed.

"Dear Master Weasley, if Tucker loses, Tucker will tell you all the secrets he knows."

"Tucker? Your name is Tucker? Hermione frowned, what a strange name. It was also the first time she knew the name of the probably oldest elf in Hogwarts history.

"Yes, dear miss. Tucker is called Tucker. He said as if to himself.

Then he slowly climbed off the long table.

"Miss Weasley likes Tucker the most. Tucker is the fourth generation of Tucker. ”

"Fourth generation?" Hermione Road,

"Miss Weasley?" Ron and the Twins looked at each other, and they were sure it wasn't Ginny. It's probably that it was Shanie Weasley.

They are close to the truth!

The surrounding elves are very consciously scattered separately.

It's not like they are usual, most of the time, they will gather around like bees, and then ask the visiting little wizard what he needs, and they are eager to present everything to you, and they are a little too enthusiastic.

Even the little wizards of Hufflepuff couldn't resist it.

Now, unexpectedly, they didn't surround them, and none of the elves came forward except for Dobby, who happily ran over to greet Owen.

"Sir!" Dobby is wearing a children's suit, it looks like someone should have made it for it, although its cheerful appearance always doesn't match the clothes on its body, but I have to say that the more Dobby looks at it now, the more he has the temperament of a free man.

As Dobby called Owen, the old elf glanced back at them, a hint of relief flashing in its cloudy gaze, and the expression on its face gradually became more relaxed.

And all this was seen by Hermione.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and she was very sensitive to realize that there must be a secret here.

So she followed the elf's self-talk just now and asked, "You are the fourth generation of Tucker, what does this mean?" Tucker IV? And what about before you? ”

"Tucker is the name given by Miss Weasley, a symbol of friendship, and every generation of Tucker is chosen by Miss Weasley! Miss Weasley chose me more than 200 years ago. ”

"Two hundred years ago?" Miss Granger began to think about it.

According to the information given by Owen, the previous generation of ancient magic heirs should have appeared between 1880 and 1890, and it has been about a hundred years so far.

Two hundred years ago, the successor was likely to be the Hufflepuff Dean, Lady Bridged Weasley.

Sure enough, there is a deep connection between the heir and the elf.

Miss Granger felt that.

Then, following the elf's guidance, the wizards soon noticed that a certain wall in the kitchen seemed to be different from the surroundings.

It has a pronounced bulge.

Then, the elf named Tucker walked over, his fingers gently sliding down the wall.

"Boom!"

The slightly raised wall suddenly popped out. Then it moves to the right, revealing a pitch-black space.

"What is this?" The twins walked in first.

As soon as I entered the door, I noticed that the temperature around me had dropped slightly.

"It's the cold storage in the kitchen!" They realized where they were.

The elf didn't stop directing, it walked up the steps of the cold storage, came inside, and continued to walk inside.

The temperature in the cold storage was very low, and there was no light in the pitch black, like a giant beast that chose to devour people and opened its mouth.

"Fluorescent flickering."

Of course, they are not afraid of the dark.

Hold up your wand. A few people walked straight inside.

"This place looks at least a thousand years old." The twins shuddered, and as the pioneers of adventurers, they had already begun to record the route here. "Look—there's no place on the map."

Holding a picture, he said, "As soon as we walked into the cold storage, the name disappeared from the map." ”

"Looks like your predecessors haven't been here." Owen quipped that it wasn't a secret last year that they knew who created the map.

"Yes." He sighed, "After all, it's a group of Gryffindors, how could they come here." ”

"Hey! We come often. The twins said indignantly, "I always think you're sarcastic about us!" ”

"Look at these carvings!" Instead of the boring conversation between Owen and the Twins, Hermione focused her full attention on the walls around her.

"What are these?" Ron asked, confused.

"It seems to be a Celtic text." Harry looked at it knowingly, he could recognize the words because some of them had been taught at school, but he didn't know exactly what they meant.

"Here's the menu!" Miss Granger said, "Miss Hufflepuff should have left it behind." ”

Now, she can be sure that this place is more than a thousand years old.

"Hehe—that is, I've been eating this dish for more than 1,600 years. Damn, there's no innovation at all! Owen pouted and said very unpleasantly.

"Amount"

The little wizard turned to look at him rather speechlessly.

Do you mean, worthy of Hufflepuff?

It's so strange that you're so concerned!

A few people talked.

Walking through the cold storage full of all kinds of meat, we gradually came to the end.

On the frost-covered wall, a heavy blue-black iron door clearly emerged.

The gate is no different from the rest of the world.

Except for the way the door is opened.

"It's—" Ron looked at the bronze door in surprise.

It turned out that on the gate, which was at least a dozen feet high and five feet wide, there was a wizard's chess game.

And it's the endgame.

Black is already checked.

"The way to open the door is not to play chess!" George looked at the chess game in front of him incredulously, and then reached out and Ron pulled it over.

"Hurry up! Ron! Play your light and heat somewhere here! ”

“.” Ron glanced at his two older brothers, then moved closer.

"Hmm-" He reached out to his chin, his eyes fixed on the game.

Just like that, three or four minutes passed.

"Hey!" Fred shouted impatiently, "What the hell are you going to do!" ”

"I'm going to study it for a while!" Ron would also shout, staring at the chess game on the door with some irritation.

Black's disadvantage is too great.

You can struggle for up to three steps before you get checkmated.

He grabbed his long, ear-covered hair. I can't think of a way to break the game anyway.

Hermione, however, had turned her gaze to the front of the door.

It looks like a mural in an Egyptian pyramid, with a stone carving.

The stone carving depicts a group of people, gathered together, half-kneeling, reaching out their right hand to touch the cup-like vessel suspended in the air in front of them.

That's - the Holy Grail?

As a wizard born into a Muggle family, Hermione immediately thought of the Holy Grail of Christ.

But when I think about it—no, it's not the Holy Grail, it's supposed to be the Hufflepuff Gold Cup.

People are worshipping the Golden Cup?

What does that mean?

As the most well-known gold cup among the founder's relics, (compared to other relics, the gold cup has a higher exposure.) Its role has long been well studied, and the golden cup turns clear water into wine, but other than that, it doesn't seem to have much effect.

So, people are not worshipping the golden cup, it is just a symbol, just like the heraldic base in the church is the holy grail, the cup is not important, what matters is its owner.

Jesus – Hufflepuff.

"This gate?" Vaguely, through the stone carvings on the surrounding walls and doors, Hermione had a certain guess in her mind.

As for Owen, his speculation is deeper.

The moment he saw the stone carvings on the bronze door, he guessed that the door could not lead to the Hufflepuff lady's grave.

If so, that also explains why no wizard has ever found the Hufflepuff lady's grave in 1,600 years.

After all, wizards from other houses rarely come to the kitchen, and Hufflepuff wizards, they can't have the idea of digging up the grave of their founder.

In this way, no one has discovered the secrets of Hufflepuff for more than a thousand years, and the logic is very smooth.

The only question is why Dean Bridged would call this the Weasley treasure.

Shouldn't this be a Hufflepuff lady's treasure?

Layers of mysteries cover the castle, and the few of them are like children walking into a labyrinth, and they can only find the direction by feeling.

Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any foreign enemy this year.

It's just that the secrets that are everywhere are a headache.

"So, why do we walk through the door?"

Owen behind him held his wand and said to himself, "Get out of the way, I can't open the door, can't I open the wall?" ”

He doesn't know anything about wizarding chess.

He didn't have time to ponder this stuff that only idlers had time to delve into.

So - it is better to use the most classical means of bank robbery.

Blow up the wall!

'Boom', simple and rude.

"Stop!" On the side, Hermione hurriedly stopped Owen, "What are you doing, this is the castle, besides, in case there is any magic protection on the wall." ”

"As for the chess game, we can go back and study it slowly."

She looked at Owen warily, for fear that he would really throw a spell over.

When it fell, the walls collapsed and the room collapsed. And then buried them all.

I just said you're a Hufflepuff.

Not now?

As she spoke, she quickly glared at Ron, who understood it, and immediately said, "My grandfather is the champion of the World Wizarding Chess Championship, and he will definitely be able to solve this chess game." ”

As he spoke, he looked down at the elf beside him, "I didn't say that I couldn't ask for foreign help!" ”

"Of course, Tucker won't stop any way to unlock the game other than forcefully breaking the gate." The elf's eyes widened, its massive nose almost covering its mouth.

Then the people withdrew.

Owen doesn't have a big opinion, it's better to be able to unlock the secrets of the kitchen, and there is nothing to lose if he can't.

Next, the twins and Ron caught the elves and asked them a lot of things.

The focus was on Miss Weasley.

However, the average elf doesn't seem to know anything about it, and Tucker, the only one who knows what's going on, doesn't say anything.

There is nothing you can do but just stop and prepare to come back tomorrow.

After all, it's getting late today, and everyone is tired.

Only a person with an iron will like Miss Granger can endure not falling asleep. Others don't have the same late-night work as she does.

It was about early in the morning.

Owen said goodbye to them, pushing open a barrel in the corner of the kitchen, revealing the hallway to the Hufflepuff common room.

Then under the envious eyes of Harry and the others, he slipped in.

"Would you like to come along?" Owen bent over, turned around in the aisle, and waved at the Gryffindor crowd, "Come to our common room, at this point, if you run into a professor or Filch on the way back to the eighth floor, you will definitely be deducted points." Professor McGonagall will be able to eat you. ”

"Our Hufflepuff common room, all kinds of hammocks, or you can come to my bedroom, it's a big area, and a few beds are definitely enough."

Hearing the sound, both the Twins and Harry were very moved.

They had never been inside a Hufflepuff lounge yet.

I heard that it was the most comfortable place among the four Hogwarts houses.

It made them want to experience it.

And- what Owen said made a lot of sense, not to mention the danger of rushing back to the eighth floor now, besides, they were very tired, and Harry didn't want to go a single step.

"No need!" Miss Granger immediately helped the boys behind her make a decision, she tilted her head and looked unhappy, "We have our own bed!" ”

"But—Hufflepuff's bed is softer, trust me, it's true!" Someone suddenly said something inexplicably.

For a moment, Miss Granger's face was not quite right.

She tilted her head, refusing to look him in the eye, and then pulled Harry Ron and left the kitchen in a fit of rage.

"Tsundere!" (`へ*)ノ

With that, Owen turned back and hugged his big soft bed.

(End of chapter)