After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

The sorting ceremony ended successfully, and both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. After all, there were several extraordinary freshmen this year.

Didn’t there just happen a scene outside?

Fortunately, the Sorting ceremony went relatively smoothly. Only the Sorting Hat needed a bath... God knows, Dumbledore never knew that this old hat even needed a bath. It had been in this dirty state since the day he entered Hogwarts!

At this moment, all the dining tables were filled with delicious food in an instant.

Steaming roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, steak... There are also vegetables, such as pea sprouts, carrots, and baked potatoes.

Yang Mei wanted to sigh again. It was okay for him to eat these things occasionally, but it was impossible for him to eat them every day. He would write a letter to his family and ask them to assign a house elf to cook for him and stay with him in school.

He picked up a piece of lamb chop and ate it casually, in stark contrast to Crabbe and Goyle who were wolfing down their plates not far away.

Yang Mei felt a little disgusted when looking at the two of them: "Didn't they just eat all the snacks on the table on the train?" Those were traditional oriental pastries, which were solid, high in oil and sugar, and were very filling.

Draco was no longer surprised by the behavior of these two people: "They are just like that. They have enough food and drink, but they always act like starving ghosts."

"Crabbe, Goyle!" Draco said fiercely, "You two should eat less. Do you want others to laugh at us Slytherins by eating like pigs?!"

The two big guys felt aggrieved immediately, but they had been warned by their family that they had to listen to Draco in everything at school, so they had to divide the food that could be swallowed in one bite into two bites.

Yang Mei was eating when Draco pushed a glass of orange drink to him. He thought it was orange juice, so he didn't think much about it and just drank it.

"Yue!" Yang Mei covered her mouth in time to avoid making a fool of herself in public.

What the hell is this?!

Draco was already waiting beside him with a tissue.

Seeing that Yang Mei showed the mask of pain as he expected, he quickly handed her the tissue.

"Xiaolong, you have such a cruel heart that you actually want to poison me!" Yang Mei was about to cry, and she started acting while covering her chest.

Draco laughed so hard that he fell on the table: "I, I knew you wouldn't like pumpkin juice, hahaha!"

Before Yang Mei could continue to attack Draco, a ghost suddenly floated over and stopped next to the Slytherin dining table.

The ghost looked really scary, with dull eyes, haggard appearance, and tattered robes stained with silver blood.

"Who is this?" Yang Mei's attention shifted away from the glass of pumpkin juice.

"This is Slytherin's ghost, the Bloody Baron." Draco introduced him in a low voice, "But I don't know why there is so much blood on his body."

Yang Mei nodded, then suddenly stuffed something into Draco's mouth.

"Hmm!" Draco's eyes widened. As soon as the thing entered his mouth, he knew it was the damn mint candy!

None of his family members understood him. He felt as if he had been fed a mouthful of toothpaste!

"Hehe, I'll let you trick me into drinking pumpkin juice!" Yang Mei was very proud.

There was really nothing that Yang Mei liked to eat on the table, so he had to take a glass of real orange juice and drink it slowly, while looking at the professors sitting in the guest of honor seat.

The other professors were fine, except for one guy who sat there cowering with a funny scarf wrapped around his head, making his head look twice as big as the others.

Yang Mei: Okay, it’s quite like stealing a landmine.

"Um, is he also a professor?" Yang Mei asked Draco with some confusion.

Draco glanced at the guest of honor seat: "You mean Professor Quirrell? He is a new professor this year, responsible for teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts. He does look a little neurotic, but since he was hired by Professor Dumbledore, he must have some real talent, right?"

Perhaps he felt the gazes of Yang Mei and Draco, but Professor Quirrell suddenly turned and looked towards the Slytherin table.

Yang Mei met his eyes.

"Huh?" Yang Mei's lips curled up into an interested smile. This Professor Quirrell was very interesting.

Even the professors sitting next to Professor Quirrell did not notice that this sneaky man suddenly had a scarlet light flashing in his eyes.

……

At midnight, professors and little wizards living in various parts of the castle had fallen asleep.

At this time, apart from Filch and his Mrs. Norris, the only people in the paintings and the ghosts who were keen on visiting were still active in the castle.

Yang Mei slipped out of the Slytherin dormitory alone, walked past Filch in a dignified manner, and went straight to Professor Quirrell's office.

He walked all the way to the door and paused.

In other words, does he need to knock on the door politely?

Probably not.

After Yang Mei convinced herself, she cast a spell and violently opened the door.

After entering the door, I saw Professor Quirrell sitting at the back of the office looking towards the door, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

No one spoke for a moment, and the two seemed to be engaging in an invisible eye battle.

Well, in fact, Yang Mei looked at Qi Luo's red eyes with a little surprise and a little appreciation for a while.

"Does it look good?" Quirrell said suddenly.

Yang Mei shrugged: "Average, a little worse than me."

Quirrell laughed softly.

Yang Mei did not ask questions like "How did you know I would come to see you tonight?" She just closed the office door and sat down opposite Qi Luo leisurely.

"What are you, a ghost?" Yang Mei asked with interest, "Wouldn't it be crowded to have two souls in one body?"

Qi Luo: "..." He could see that the man in front of him was really curious about this question.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Those red eyes were also full of interest.

I see, these two people find each other quite interesting.

"You are the only one who doesn't even have a soul?" Yang Mei pulled the corner of her mouth nonchalantly, "Afraid? Of course I'm not afraid. I'm really worried that I'll be suffocated to death by the smell of garlic in your room."

God bless him, as soon as he entered the house, he quickly sealed his sense of smell with magic.

There was a trace of obvious shame and anger in those red eyes. Did he want to do this? He had no choice!

For the first time ever, he didn't want to kill the first-grade kid in front of him, but he still wanted to teach him a lesson.

The magical magnetic field in the office began to become restless, as if it had turned into sharp spears and pressed towards Yang Mei.

"So fierce?" Yang Mei seemed oblivious to the magical factor in the air. "Although I don't know how powerful you were in your prime, at least you can't do anything to me with your current appearance."

Voldemort himself noticed this.

Not only did the magic factors he drove not cause any sense of oppression to the child, they even died down when he was half a meter away from the child.