As time passed, one grade after another, under the guidance of the magic punk house-bred prosthetic elf, sat on a chair and was sorted by the sorting hat, and finally sent to different colleges.

In a blink of an eye, 2/3 of it has been completed. Bailang also ate the 'food' that was constantly being presented to the table in front of him. On the left-hand side, a high stack of empty plates has been built.

Speaking of which, although Hogwarts stands on the desert of British cuisine, the school

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