Chapter 362: Past Events
Chapter 362: Past Events
Vold glanced at the bread in his hand and asked, "Can you get used to eating these?"
The surrounding students thought they were discussing the differences between the two countries' cuisines, but Cyril understood as soon as he heard it—Vold knew he was a vampire now.
He exclaimed in surprise, "I heard you're highly regarded by the Headmaster, and it seems to be true!"
Then, he waved the bread in his hand and said, "Don't worry, even though this doesn't quite suit my taste, it can still fill my stomach. Dumbledore also said that the kitchen will prepare a special meal for me."
"Why?" Michael asked indignantly, almost shouting.
Vold and Cyril looked at him simultaneously, then averted their gaze.
"What about accommodations?" Vold asked.
"I don't know about that..." Cyril asked, "How many people are in your dormitory? Can I join you?"
"Impossible." Michael replied, "You're a Gryffindor, and you should stay in the Gryffindor Tower."
Cyril looked at him and made a gesture of standing up, "Then I'll ask the Headmaster if he can make an exception for me."
"It's impossible." Vold also said, "According to the school rules, you should indeed stay in the Gryffindor Tower."
"Alright." Cyril sat down again and smiled, "I hope there aren't too many people... It would be uncomfortable if it's too crowded."
Even though vampires could feed on animal blood or stored blood in hospitals, what they craved the most was fresh, warm human blood.
Vold thought that probably no professor in the world was as tolerant as Dumbledore, who had first brought a werewolf into the school and now was admitting a vampire.
He said, "The third-year Gryffindors have just filled up the boys' dormitory, so the school should arrange a single room for you."
"That's good... By the way, tomorrow I have Muggle Studies, Transfiguration, and Potions. What are these professors like? Are they easy to get along with..."
The two of them casually discussed school life at Hogwarts, appearing no different from ordinary friends.
Initially, the people around them were startled by Cyril's actions, but when they realized he and Vold were old acquaintances, they understood and gradually stopped paying attention.
Only Michael slightly furrowed his brows.
No one noticed that across the long table, Luna Lovegood had also stood up with her plate after Cyril sat down, quietly moving from behind the crowd to the farthest spot from Cyril, like a little shadow.
Unlike the start-of-term banquet, after the dinner ended, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall didn't make any further speeches, and the students dispersed in small groups.
"Cyril Johnson." Percy approached again and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to your dormitory."
"Does it have to be now?" Cyril asked in return, "Isn't curfew a few hours away?"
"Huh?" Percy was taken aback; apart from his younger brothers, he had never encountered a junior student who dared to question him directly.
This year, he was the male Head Prefect of Hogwarts, often acting on behalf of the professors to manage the students, and he had never faced a student challenging his authority.
—Of course, excluding the Weasley Twins.
Before Percy could get angry, he heard Cyril say, "Sorry, I'm a transfer student from America, and I'm not very familiar with the rules of this school."
His words extinguished the anger that Percy had not yet ignited.
"—Can I meet you at eleven instead? I heard Gryffindor has a common room... Before that, I'd like to catch up with a long-lost friend."
Cyril glanced at the badge on Percy's chest and said, "I hope my humble request will be granted by you, Mr. Head Prefect."
Percy's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he straightened his chest, speaking with tolerance, "Alright... Eleven o'clock, don't be late."
As Percy left, Cyril turned his head, winked, and smiled triumphantly, "Done!"
...
When dinner ended, the sky had not yet darkened.
Cyril wanted to tour the school, and Vold was going to show him around the classrooms first, but Cyril insisted on seeing the outside of the castle first.
"We can see the classrooms anytime, but it'll be dark soon," Cyril said.
Vold couldn't understand, "Can't we see the lawn outside anytime too?"
Despite this, Cyril was persistent, and he stood up from his seat.
At this moment, the setting sun hung over the distant mountain peak, casting deep shadows over the entire Forbidden Forest. The maze looked even more massive, with a long line at the entrance.
Vold suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since he had last visited the maze.
"Vold, did your headmaster assign you a task, like taking care of me, a new student?"
Cyril suddenly said, "I always feel like you're not very willing to deal with me."
Vold thought he was being casual and wouldn't notice, but after a pause, he said, "As long as you don't suddenly go crazy and want to jump off the tower, I think it's fine."
Upon hearing this, Cyril was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears almost welled up in his eyes. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt, and he sat down on the grass.
"Hahaha... So this is how you've always seen me... Hahahahaha..."
Vold stood by his side, patiently waiting for his laughter to subside, and asked, "Is it that funny? You're thirteen now, and you should know that jumping off a tower over twenty meters high can kill a person."
He couldn't understand, "You're dragging me to my death, and you find it funny?"
Cyril wiped his tears and raised his head, saying, "Ordinary people might die... But we're wizards!"
Vold was taken aback and frowned, remaining silent.
Cyril wiped his face and said, "Blame me too... Maybe the pain from the broken leg was too much, and I forgot to explain it to you."
"When I was seven... Once, I almost got hit by a car on the road, and when I came to my senses, I was already on top of the church."
"Of course, at that time, I didn't know anything about magic—I thought I had superpowers and could fly—I wanted to show you."
"When I went to find you, do you know what I saw? When you were reading, you wanted to reach for the cup next to you... The cup was at least a foot away from you, but as soon as you reached out, it slid over to you..."
Vold tried hard to recall but couldn't remember such an incident.
He only remembered that before receiving the acceptance letter from HOGWARTS, he had never displayed any special abilities and didn't even know about the existence of magic.
Cyril seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled, "You don't know because you did it unconsciously."
"When I saw that scene, I thought you and I were both superpower users. But when I told you, you thought I had read too many hero comics and even told me that there were no superpowers in the real world..."
"I wanted to prove it to you, but I couldn't find a way to demonstrate my abilities... Later, I thought that maybe in the face of life-threatening danger, superpowers would appear..."
This was the experience he had gained from reading hero comics.
Cyril was a typical man of action; when he thought of something, he would immediately take action.
"So you dragged me to jump off the lighthouse to awaken our powers?" Vold said coldly, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if we fell to our deaths?"
"I did think about it! I laid down a lot of straw..."
Cyril sighed and said, "After you left, I originally planned to fly down first. When you reached the bottom of the tower, you would see that I was already standing there coolly, and then you would believe my words."
"But the result was that I broke my leg... Hahaha, I'm such a failure..."
(End of Chapter)
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