"If you ask me, Hoffa should be a prefect by now. He was an assistant teacher last year and defeated Sherlock this year. If he becomes a prefect this year, we can go to the prefect bathroom now."

He seemed to have a great interest in the prefect's bathroom.

"Come on."

One Hufflepuff student said lazily: "

"Hoffa is the prefect, not you. Why can you go to the prefect's bathroom?"

Everyone covered their mouths and snickered, and William immediately retorted:

"You know what a roommate is, huh? Hoffa, right?"

He tried to find a definite answer from Hoffa, but on the water where the smoke was rising, the gray head had disappeared.

William muttered in confusion: "Where did it go..."

"But it seems that the rule is that only fifth graders can take it."

Another Gryffindor said, bringing William back to his senses.

"I think you're considered a Gryffindor."

William leaned on the marble and sneered: "Isn't Gryffindor happy to break all kinds of rules?"

The people in the bathhouse burst out laughing, echoes echoed in the air, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.

The Gryffindor student seemed to be humiliated, and his face turned red: "You Ravenclaws still claim to be smart, do you dare to enter the prefect's bathroom now?"

William was disdainful: "Go ahead, do you dare to come tonight?"

"Hey, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Antonio asked nervously.

"Who will find out?" William curled his lips: "Half of the professors in the school stay in the Ministry of Magic every day."

"You said, what if you don't go tonight?"

"Hey, you want to bet?"

"Just bet."

"How much bet."

"Twenty galleons."

William rolled his eyes: "Twenty Galleons is too uninteresting."

"Then how many do you want?"

"I want you to invite all the girls in Gryffindor to hang out with you."

Everyone clapped their hands and became very enthusiastic about William's suggestion.

The Gryffindor students shouted unwillingly:

"What about you, there are quite a few girls in Ravenclaw!"

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...

A few ripples appeared in the corner of the pool, but no one noticed. Amidst the lively sound of the party, Hoffa had already left the bathroom.

The purpose of cleaning the body has been achieved, and staying any longer is a complete waste of time. He does not want to participate too much in the youth feast of a group of thirteen-year-old children.

Whether they are wizards or Muggles, boys at this age will inevitably be affected by hormones and have terrible energy.

If it had been last year, maybe he would still have blended in with the crowd and smiled casually. But this year, under the huge pressure of survival, his energy has long been sucked away.

Dry yourself and put on your wizard school robe.

He came to the library.

The library was deserted, with almost no one in sight. This year, students' interest in independent learning has completely disappeared.

Turning a corner, he heard a groan. When he walked over and saw, it turned out to be a senior boy pressing a girl against the bookshelf. He didn't know what he was doing.

Sensing that someone was coming, the two of them quickly straightened their clothes. The boy was about to get angry, but found out that the person coming was Hoffa, and he immediately smiled with a smile on his face.

Hoffa's habitual muscles pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile.

The two men breathed a sigh of relief and passed by Hoffa with their heads lowered.

Looking at their backs, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace. He rubbed the muscles on his face, feeling as if he was wearing a thick mask on his face, which was extremely uncomfortable.

This is not the Hogwarts he imagined. His ideal school is a school where ideas can be exchanged, everyone is different, everyone has an interesting soul, and everyone can understand and tolerate each other.

But now, Hogwarts is like a cemetery. A lively cemetery. Everyone has become the same kind of person. They have no characteristics, no goals, and they live in a dream.

He shook his head to get those unrealistic thoughts out of his mind. He took out a spiritual wizard's book from the bookshelf and flipped through it, trying to find a solution to his mental problems.

However, these large works only discuss how to manipulate the minds of others, and rarely go deep into the existence of one's own mind.

After flipping through it roughly, he changed another book.

Time flies by just looking around.

Late at night, Hoffa looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock. He put his head on the bookshelf and closed his eyes in frustration.

It’s another day of achieving nothing. When will I be able to solve the problem and when will I be able to live happily?

No one can tell him the answer.

He walked out of the empty library, passed through the empty magic stairs, and returned to his dormitory.

William's bed was empty, and the beds of several other people were empty. He didn't think much, took off his clothes and wanted to go to bed.

But just as he was about to lie down to sleep, several people ran into the dormitory noisily and banged the door open.

"Hoffa Hoffa Hoffa...!"

Antonio shouted his name like a train.

Hoffa turned over and got up impatiently: "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!