Luckily
Freshmen were not require
To know it.
When Blake followed Hufflepuff's dorms.
He entered Hufflepuff's common room.
He immediately fell in love with this place.
Hufflepuff. No matter if it was a common room.
Or a dormitory.
They were all round.
On the ceiling.
On the pillars.
There were all kinds of vines clinging to them.
The plants in the corner also slowed down.
As soon as he entered, he felt that he was in the woods.
Such an environment.
As an Archdruid, Blake liked it very much.
The most important thing was.
From the moment he entered the common room.
It was all about food!
As long as he wanted to eat.
He could eat anywhere.
He could reach out his hand!
This also reflected the house elves' preference for Hufflepuff Academy.
It couldn't be helped.
After all, it was because of Helga Hufflepuff at the beginning.
Together with the ancestors who took in these house elves.
It was different from other houses.
In Hufflepuff's dormitory.
There were only three beds in each dormitory!
This was much more comfortable than four or five people in a dormitory in other houses.
Blake was led by the enthusiastic provost.
He found his dormitory.
In the dormitory of his original form.
His bed was on the far left.
And his suitcase was lying quietly on the cabinet at the foot of the bed.
At this time.
His two roommates in the same dormitory also came in.
They were two boys, one fat and one thin.
One was as strong as Crabbe.
He had a strange buzz cut.
The other was thin and small.
He also had some striking freckles on his face.
The fat boy excitedly reached out to Blake.
"Hello!
I'm Wayne Hopkins. You can call me Wayne.
I'm very happy to be in the same dormitory with you! "
Blake also shook his hand enthusiastically.
"Hello, my name is Blake Green.
You can call me Blake. "
The other freckled boy said.
"Me too!
It's an honour to be in the same dormitory with you! "
"We all saw your performance on the train!"
"I never knew wands could be used like this!"
"Ahem, sorry!
I'm too excited! "
The freckled boy, who knew that he was rude, also reached out his hand.
"Hello, Blake. My name is Roger Malone.
You can just call me Roger.
Boys' friendships are always quickly formed.
Very quickly.
The three boys became familiar with each other.
The three of them chatted until late at night before saying goodnight.
And began to climb back to their beds to sleep.
Blake was also quite happy.
After all, he had two more friends...
Although these two people were not that much mentioned in the original novel.
But this was the real world.
Everyone was in a real-world made of flesh and blood.
After Blake lay down.
Only then did he realize that a notebook in his pocket was shaking gently.
This was a sign that Grindelwald was looking for him.
This notebook.
It was half a month ago.
A gift that Grindelwald secretly asked the house elf to bring him.
He could communicate with Grindelwald, who was thousands of miles away, through this notebook.
Blake re-lit his desk lamp.
Then he opened the notebook.
The notebook was blank.
Blake pressed his finger on the lower right corner of the title page.
Then a few lines of words appeared in the blank space of the notebook.
"Is the suitcase I asked someone to buy for you good?"
"Did that old fool Dumbledore let you go to the station by yourself?"
"I knew I couldn't count on him!"
"Which House did you get assigned to?"
Blake saw the handwriting on the notebook.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Although Grindelwald was the Dark Lord.
But now...
At least for now.
He was still very good to Blake.
Whether it was the house elf from before.
Or the suitcase that was given later.
It was all his doing.
And, in this half a month.
Blake had learned a lot of knowledge from Grindelwald that Dumbledore was not convenient to teach.
However, he was the same as Dumbledore on one point.
That was, he did not agree with Blake going to the present to learn black magic.
Dumbledore's reason was, of course, that black magic was harmful.
Grindelwald's reason was.
Blake was still young, so it was harmful.
He had to teach it in a few years …
Ahem. If Dumbledore knew that Grindelwald had taught him so badly.
He would be so angry that he would go to settle the score with him.
Blake took out the pen that Hermione gave him from the system warehouse.
Then he answered Grindelwald's question on the notebook.
"The suitcase is very useful.
Thank you. "
Blake finished writing.
The words were immediately absorbed into the paper and disappeared.
Although there was a system storage, the system storage could not store living things.
Although this suitcase was a bit inconvenient.
But it could temporarily put an eight-eyed giant spider inside.
So it was still very useful.
Then Blake wrote again.
"Please don't say that Professor Dumbledore is old and confused."
"He's just very busy."
Not long after the handwriting disappeared.
Another line of handwriting appeared.
"He's busy?
Haha!
I don't know what he's busy with. "
"He's been a principal for so many years. Doesn't he have one or two trustworthy subordinates?"
"Does he have to do everything himself?"
"He doesn't even have time to send you to the station?"
"Forget it …
"Tell me, which House are you in?"
Grindelwald and Dumbledore had the same idea.
They just wanted to see if Blake was more like him.
Or more like Dumbledore.
So Grindelwald really hoped that Blake could enter Slytherin!
In that case, it proved that the child was more like him!
...
Blake picked up the pen and wrote, "I was assigned to Hufflepuff."
Austria.
Newmungaard.
In a narrow stone room.
Grindelwald looked at the notebook in his hand.
He did not recover for a long time.
He really did not expect it.
His and Dumbledore's child.
It was actually like Newt?!
"Bastard!
I didn't add Newt's blood! "
"How did this happen …"
After a long time.
Grindelwald began to comfort himself.
"Haha, it's not like me, and it's not like him."
"Newt, Hufflepuff … Haha, okay."
"It's also a good idea to join if you can't beat them …"
Grindelwald said helplessly.
Hogwarts.
Blake looked at the notebook in his hand and almost fell asleep.
Handwriting appeared on the notebook again.
"Although it's very unexpected."
"But … after the holidays, I suggest that you let that old fool take you to Newt."
"And then learn all of that guy's skills!"
Blake almost laughed out loud.
He did not expect.
After so many years.
How could this old man still hate Newt Hall?
After chatting for a while.
Blake put away the notebook.
Then he fell asleep.
He was really sleepy today.
He was so sleepy that he did not even bother to open the box.
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