"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

The changes in the mysterious space made Raven smile from ear to ear until he saw Hermione in the Gryffindor common room.

The girl was wearing silk pajamas, standing alone in the empty lounge with her arms akimbo, with a hint of sullenness on her face.

For some reason, Raven saw the shadow of Mrs. Granger in her. She was a woman who was usually very kind, but when she got angry, even Mr. Granger would avoid her.

"Ah, the previous one was just that the magic power was out of control, don't worry!"

Raven's eyes wandered and he explained softly.

snort!

Hermione didn't say anything when she saw this. She snorted coldly and turned around and walked towards the girls' dormitory, as if she stayed up all night just to snort Raven.

Looking at the figure that was gradually going away, Raven shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Hermione some things, but that if he told her, it would only increase his worries. Could it be that he could only stay in this world for more than twenty years?

, so let’s cherish our time and stop quarreling?

Rather than that, Raven would rather live noisily for more than twenty years and then quietly disappear from her life one day.

No longer thinking about these troublesome things, Raven looked at the Gryffindor lounge, which was a comfortable circular room filled with soft armchairs.

He found one at random and sat on it, then lightly snapped his fingers.

"Are any house elves here?"

boom!

With a puff of smoke, an elf with pointed ears and tattered clothes appeared in the lounge. It bowed to Raven, "Sir, what are your orders?"

House elves are the model nannies in the wizarding world. Originally, Raven was just trying his luck, but unexpectedly he actually called them out. It seemed that he was lucky, and there happened to be a house elf here.

After carefully weighing it, Raven put his hand into the air, and when he reached back, he already had a cloth bag in his hand.

"I haven't had dinner tonight, can you use this bag of rice to make me something to eat?"

As if he was used to this kind of scene, the elf lowered his head to take the rice, bowed to Raven again, and then disappeared into the lounge.

In a blink of an eye, Raven was the only one left in the spacious lounge. The latter knocked on the chair with his hand and waited patiently.

The elf moved very quickly, and within ten minutes a large bowl of fragrant rice and a portion of chowder stew were placed in front of Raven.

He picked up a spoonful of smooth rice and put it into his mouth. Under the anxious and expectant eyes of the other party, Raven showed a satisfied smile, "Well, it tastes very good, thank you for your hard work! By the way, what's your name?"

"

The house elf showed a happy expression on his face, and said with sincerity: "Sir, my name is Moby, as long as you are satisfied, this is my honor!"

"Mobi?" Raven nodded and took out more mutated rice from the space, "Can I trouble you with one more thing? I'm not used to some of the ingredients in the cafeteria. Can you use these to cook for me every day?

Do you want some food?"

Staring at Moby with burning eyes, to be honest Raven didn't have much confidence in this request!

The owner of all house elves at Hogwarts is the principal, Albus Dumbledore. They will only obey each other's orders. As for the instructions of some students, although they will accept them, they are mostly doing it out of liking.

For its own sake, Raven's request for long-term service is actually a bit peripheral, and it is a challenge to the elf's right of ownership.

Fortunately, Raven is very lucky now. Moby was just stunned for a moment before agreeing, with a very happy expression on his face.

After solving the problem of eating in the future, Raven sent Moby away, and then ate his dinner silently. As the crystal grains of rice entered his mouth, he confirmed what the left eye in the mysterious space had suggested before.

Those messages were all true, because after leaving the space, you could no longer see the prompts. Raven thought everything before was an illusion!

But the difference between the two kinds of rice made him understand that everything was really different. He had eaten the mutant rice before, and he only felt a little warm in his stomach and intestines after eating it. Long-term consumption only made the body healthier and stronger, and there was nothing major.

It was useful, but with every mouthful of the 'upgraded' mutant rice, he could feel a warm current spreading from his stomach to his limbs, numbness and itch, and his strength seemed to have increased out of thin air. It seemed that

The sentence 'significantly improves the physical fitness of those who eat it' is not a lie.

After long-term consumption of this kind of thing, combined with the mysterious power that appeared in his body during two rampages, Raven even had the confidence to play close combat with Hagrid, a hybrid giant, in a few years. This is why he did not hesitate to expose his abnormality, and also

Reasons to have house elves prepare food.

It's a pity that Hermione is too young to hide the matter, otherwise Raven would also want her to eat mutant rice with him, the strongest muscles and the strongest brain. If there is another Iron Triangle in the future, Harry and

Ron will definitely be bullied badly, it's interesting to think about it.

It's a pity that we haven't found a way to 'upgrade' the space yet. Otherwise, if we upgrade the space a few more levels in the future, the rice might mutate even more!

Eating alone in silence, Raven thought greedily that the beating fire in the lounge shone on him, and the shadow behind him became bigger and bigger, as if it wanted to cover the entire lounge.

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Raven originally thought that the storm of the sorting ceremony was over, but the impact of this incident was obviously more far-reaching than he thought.

Three or four days into the school year, Gryffindor has two celebrities. One is Harry, the savior. Every day, students line up outside the classroom, standing on tiptoe, wanting to see the true face of the savior.

One is Raven himself. Unlike the popular Harry, students automatically stay away wherever he goes, and no one dares to approach him. There are a total of 142 stairs in Hogwarts.

Some of them are wide, some are narrow, and many places are prone to 'traffic jams'. However, Lei Wen has surprisingly never encountered one in so many days since he has been in school, because every time he approaches, the students rush around and push each other.

After driving, some people even pushed their classmates down in panic, causing several accidents.

In fact, this is nothing. Raven is not really an eleven-year-old kid. This kind of isolation is bearable. But what makes him depressed is that one time he met the second-year Ravenclaw student, Qiu Zhang.

He still hesitated to come up and say hello, but was pulled away by Marietta herself. The little girl seemed to have seen some monster and ran as fast as she could.

Growing up, Raven had never been so disliked before. He was determined to push Marietta down a hundred times if he had the chance, and then abandon her severely!

The progress of the course was also not smooth, and Raven felt that he was 'discriminated' by the teachers.

"What is this?" Professor McGonagall asked Raven expressionlessly while pointing at the things on the desk in the Transfiguration class. The Gryffindor students around him were whispering. It felt strange, but after thinking about it carefully,

A natural expression.

Raven looked down at his Rebel Wand, took a deep breath, "Professor, this is my wand!"

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched slightly, and her voice rose a bit, "You call this a wand? Well, you can use it to cast a spell and show me!"

Raven wrinkled his nose and didn't say much. He flicked his wand, and a red light shot out from the hammer head of the Rebel Rod, hitting the match on the table. Then the match directly turned into a red light in a burst of red light.

A sharp needle, but it was the transformation spell taught by Professor McGonagall just now.

I don't know if it is the bonus of the wisdom tree in the mysterious space, but Raven feels that he is very smart now. He can basically learn this basic spell once.

"——Uh!" With the facts before her, Professor McGonagall had to admit that she had made a mistake. Raven's weapon-like thing was really a wand. She stuttered and said, "Okay, it's very beautiful.

The Transfiguration Spell, five points from Gryffindor!"

The other little wizards exclaimed when they saw this, with a flash of admiration in their eyes, because Hermione, who had made the fastest progress among them so far, only made the match change slightly.

Seeing this scene, Raven's depressed mood finally eased a bit, but the next moment, Professor McGonagall gave him another blow.

"Mr. Raven, although it may not be suitable, I personally suggest that you change to a wand. After all, we are wizards, not barbarians with hammers!" the old professor said seriously, with a look of 'I am here for you'

Good' look.

Raven······

classmate······
Chapter completed!