Chapter 142

"No letters sent, no one to contact, not even knowing his own birthday..."

Beside the long table, Jia Siting was whispering something to Hemin.

At this moment, the first ray of sunlight was already shining through the tall colored glass windows, casting mottled light and shadows on the long college dining table. The air was filled with the sweet smell of toasted bread, fried bacon, and pumpkin juice, but all of this was almost drowned out by the noisy sounds.

Not far from Xiang Xien, several second-year students were fiercely debating a certain spell gesture, gesturing with their hands and feet, almost knocking over the jam;

A burst of exclamation erupted from the Hufflepuff side; a round-faced boy took a cauldron cake out of his package, and the little badgers of the "Never Go Hungry" club almost pounced on it;

The Gryffindor table was even livelier; a group of students surrounded the Gryffindor Quidditch captain showing off his new broom maintenance tools, chattering non-stop.

Suddenly, a flapping sound came from far to near, like thousands of small drums beating at the same time.