Chapter 256: Discussions of the Crowd

In the Hufflepuff common room, this time of year is usually the busiest time of the year.

Friends who have not seen each other for a summer vacation have a lot of topics to talk about, such as how their vacation went and where they traveled.

After seeing those rare things, younger students might talk more about the delicious food and beautiful scenery, and their words might be mixed with boasting about how much their parents love them.

The topics of conversation for older students may be more about the opposite sex, such as whether a boy has grown taller and more handsome after not seeing him for two months.

Which senior sister has become more charming, her figure has become more prominent, and her makeup has become more exquisite.

But today, the entire common room was unusually quiet, and everyone seemed to have returned to their "half" of the dormitory early.

The reason why it is "half" is because most of the people they do have only half of their bodies in the dormitory.

Most people stretched out half of their bodies and looked at a corner of the lounge near the door.

That was the largest dormitory in the entire Hufflepuff house, and also where Carl lived, but now he was squatting at the door of his dormitory.

He pressed his body side against the door as much as possible, with his ear close to the door as if listening for something.

"What is Mr. Hohenzollern doing? Why doesn't he go into the dormitory?" A little Lotus who had just entered Hogwarts spoke first.

"What do you know? Didn't you see anyone moving in just now?" A second-year student started to answer in the conversation.

"I saw it. It seemed to be a first-year student, Kevin Lestrange from the final sorting."

"The Lestranges are a famous pure-blood family. Shouldn't such a person be assigned to Slytherin? Why was he assigned to our house?"

"Who says it's not true? There must be a story behind this. Didn't you hear Senior Cedric's loud shout?"

"No, I'm not in the mood to understand now."

The discussion became more and more heated. At the beginning, the little badgers wanted to control their voices, but as they talked, the volume gradually increased.

So much so that Carl, who was trying to hear clearly what was happening in the dormitory, could no longer hear any movement in his own dormitory.

I could only stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, my students were all innocent and cute enough.

At least from now on, the content of the discussion is acceptable.

But before he could rejoice for long, Hannah, who had not grown much during the summer vacation, jumped out from nowhere.

Looking at the people who were talking about it, his face was full of disappointment, then he shook his head and spoke in a very low voice.

"You are all too naive. This is no longer just a simple friendship issue. There must be something very serious going on here."

"I just went to Slytherin to find out some information from a few seniors, and I have already gotten accurate information."

"That is this Lestrange. He is not a member of the British Lestrange family, but is from France."

"In addition, I got the news from Harry and Hermione. Mr. Hohenzollern didn't spend much time in England this summer."

"The two things are linked together, and Mr. Hoffenzollen already has business dealings in the United States and continental Europe."

"I am sure this is a cross-border emotional dispute, and the relationship is very complicated."

"Really? Tell me what other news you have. Do you have a mind map or something?"

"Tell me something quickly. I said that Mr. Lestrange looked at Mr. Hohenzollern in a different way."

"No wonder Senior Cedric was so angry. He must have known what was going to happen tonight, so he got himself drunk and tried to escape."

Hannah's words instantly ignited the entire discussion and led the topic in an indescribable direction.

The more Carl listened, the more he felt it was excessive, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"What do you mean he wanted to escape? That's totally wrong. He said he was greedy and ate too much, and that's what made him look like that."

"And there is one more very important piece of information." Just as Carl was complaining in his mind,

A group of girls and a few handsome boys were preparing to eat the big melon with great interest.

Hannah suddenly pulled out a cut newspaper card from the gap of the notebook she was carrying.

Pointing at the photo of the girl above, he spoke in a very low voice with a proud look on his face.

"Your imagination is so weak. You know who the girl in this photo is. Her name is Theodora Grindelwald."

"He is a dark wizard of the same level as our Headmaster Dumbledore, the heir of Grindelwald. The key point is not important."

"Look at his face. I have to admit that when I saw this photo, I was amazed by his face."

"Who do you think is worthy of such a beautiful girl? And who among the male wizards in Europe would not be fascinated by her?"

While she was speaking, the little badgers who had been hiding just now all spontaneously walked out of the room and took turns to admire the photo.

"Are you a human?"

“I guess even the greatest artist can’t draw this face?”

"This is magic, it must be magic. No, even magic can't do it to this extent. Even a veela can't have such charm."

Without any surprise, as the photos were passed to each new owner, exclamations filled the entire public lounge.

Even though the photo was unusually blurry, it was just a casual shot taken by an Auror as he was leaving at the end of the speech.

The photos did not show the front or the whole body, only a side profile, but it doesn't seem to affect anything now.

There were more and more voices of admiration around him, and Carl's face became redder and redder. He considered himself to be a very strong man mentally.

He is also very thick-skinned, and can often remain expressionless when facing accusations and abuse from others.

But when he heard this "weird" compliment, even he found it difficult to accept it calmly.

He just stood at the door of the dormitory. On the one hand, he didn't know what the situation was in the dormitory, so he didn't dare to rush in.

On the other hand, the discussion in the lounge began to become more and more excessive.

The topic of the forbidden relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore's heir has even come up.

Finally, under the pressure of two choices, Carl finally made a decision. After all, if he used the black magic of large-scale forced amnesia and sleep.

It might cause my dear classmates to collectively lose their memory or turn into fools, which is better than making all the students in the entire college become fools.

Going back to the dormitory to face a fool is obviously a more economical and wiser choice.

Just like that, with a loud bang of a door closing, the embarrassing discussion disappeared, and only a sound was heard coming from the room.

“Karl, save me, this guy is bullying me.”