Honestly, if any other Little Wizard had said what Canberra just said, Professor McGonagall wouldn’t have cared too much.
After all, Hogwarts Castle itself is protected by powerful magic from the four founders, a protection that allows Hogwarts to even withstand the destruction brought by war.
For a newly admitted Little Wizard to say they wanted to tear down a wall of Hogwarts was, without a doubt, like talking in their sleep.
But regarding Canberra, Professor McGonagall couldn’t be sure if she was serious about what she said, or if she could actually do it.
However, considering the child’s peculiar address 20,000 leagues under the sea, the series of events she caused in Diagon Alley, and the immense pressure she exerted on everyone before the sorting just now…
Professor McGonagall actually believed Canberra could do it.
Therefore, she pursed her lips, looked at Canberra, and spoke in a rather serious tone.
“Miss Canberra, I don’t think Hogwarts Castle should be damaged.” Canberra paused, raised a hand to scratch her head, “I’ll pay for it, double, triple?” “It’s not a question of compensation or how much compensation,” Professor McGonagall’s seriousness broke, and she was a little exasperated, “It’s a question of your attitude towards Hogwarts.” “This is your school, and it will be your second home.
I think you should try to cherish it, not destroy it.” “As for Miss Granger,” Professor McGonagall paused, eventually compromising for the friendship of the two girls, “I think you can ask her for the password to the Gryffindor Common Room, and then go to the Gryffindor Common Room to find her through normal means, instead of tearing down a wall.” “Of course, that password is only for you, and only you should know it.” Canberra instantly brightened when she heard Professor McGonagall’s words.
If there was a better way to go to the Gryffindor Common Room to see Hermione, she would, of course, be very happy.
After all, she didn’t want to tear down walls in front of Hermione; Hermione was still a little cub and it would scare her.
Apparently, she hadn’t considered that, besides Hermione, there were hundreds of other little cub in Hogwarts.
Nor had she considered how terrified these hundreds of little cub would be if they witnessed her knocking down a wall with a single tentacle.
“Then thank you, Professor McGonagall.” Canberra nodded happily, her steps light as she walked down from the faculty table and sat at the Hufflepuff long table.
Seeing Canberra take her seat, the Little Witches of Hufflepuff all moved closer to her.
They had long been curious about this adorable girl with pinkish-white tentacles, and now she had been sorted into their house.
They had to get a good look at their classmate, their junior.
At the faculty table, Headmaster Dumbledore slowly stood up, a gentle and tolerant smile on his aged face.
“Welcome, welcome everyone back or for the first time to Hogwarts, to begin your year of study.” “I’ll just say one sentence: Nitwit!
Blubber!
Oddment!
Tweak!” “Now, let the feast begin.” It was indeed just one sentence.
After saying these incomprehensible words, Headmaster Dumbledore spread his arms, and various delicious foods instantly appeared on the four long tables.
Canberra watched him return to the center of the faculty table with an unreadable expression.
What had their Headmaster just said?
What was the deal with those four words?
Staring at Headmaster Dumbledore, Canberra wondered if he was a bit muddled due to reaching human old age.
However, thinking about his behavior when he had interacted with her earlier, Canberra shook her head, dismissing the idea.
Impossible, because Headmaster Dumbledore had been clearly normal at the time.
So this confusion…
was it intermittent?
Then he was truly pitiful.
Canberra sighed and shook her head.
Humans were indeed fragile.
He wasn’t even two hundred years old yet, was he?
And already confused.
If it were a Kaiju…
two hundred years might just be when it was almost grown.
Extending a tentacle to pick up a goblet, Canberra drank the pumpkin juice inside in one gulp.
Smacking her lips, Canberra found the taste decent, so she put down the cup, intending to use a tentacle to get another, but as soon as the cup touched the long table, it was immediately refilled.
Canberra raised an eyebrow, and once again, drank it all.
Hannah, sitting next to her, silently swallowed, watching Canberra’s “feat” of one cup of pumpkin juice per gulp.
One cup of pumpkin juice in one gulp, how…
how amazing.
Hermione, who was chatting with older students at the Gryffindor long table, also subconsciously looked at Canberra.
Watching her chug the pumpkin juice, she couldn’t help but laugh, “Pfft, it really fits her setting as a Kaiju and a glutton.” After finishing two cups of pumpkin juice, Canberra, in a good mood, picked up a knife and fork, served herself a steak, and began to devour it.
Even in human form, Canberra’s behavior leaned more towards a Kaiju.
Using a knife and fork was just a way of slightly conforming to human rules.
Biting into the steak, Canberra directly ate the whole thing in one go.
Under her powerful bite, the steak was swallowed in just two seconds.
Eyes narrowed in enjoyment, Canberra felt herself starting to like Hogwarts.
If nothing else, the food here was really delicious, and it was free.
Ignoring everyone else, Canberra immediately began her whirlwind feast.
Seeing Canberra’s “unrestrained” eating style, the gentle Little Badgers automatically assumed she was starving.
Hannah and the other Little Witches, who had originally wanted to chat with her while eating, all gave up on the idea, planning to talk to her once she had completely finished eating.
Many older students even silently pushed the dishes in front of them towards Canberra, thinking she needed to eat more; look how hungry the child was.
Canberra’s eating was understandable to the Little Badgers; the Little Eagles were completely unconcerned, busy discussing the books they had read and the homework they had done during the holidays.
The Little Lions ate similarly to Canberra, just a bit slower, so there wasn’t much to say.
Only the Little Snakes, holding their knives and forks, looked at Canberra with disapproval.
“Merlin, why didn’t he look at this fellow carefully!” Pansy angrily threw her knife and fork onto her plate.
From her position, she could just look up and see Canberra.
The girl’s eating was too wild, too rushed; watching her made Pansy feel like she couldn’t eat.
“How could he let such an uncivilized creature into Hogwarts!” Draco Malfoy, sitting next to her, looked up at Canberra and snorted disdainfully.
“Hmph, just a half-breed born from a human and some unknown magical creature.
What can you expect from her, Pansy?” “She’s not like us, not even as good as those Mudbloods.” Pansy frowned, crossing her arms, “I just…
feel sick looking at her.” “Then don’t look,” Draco sneered, a corner of his mouth turning up, “These fellows aren’t worth our attention.” “It’s a waste of our precious energy.” “Exactly, dear.” Daphne Greengrass echoed, slowly moving to sit opposite Pansy, effectively blocking Canberra from her view.
“Don’t let that thing ruin your appetite.” With Canberra out of sight, Pansy finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up her knife and fork.
“It’s truly upsetting.
Can’t Hogwarts be more careful with its admissions?” “And when will those Professors and the Principal understand that some people absolutely don’t deserve to learn magic?” Pansy cut off a piece of broccoli and put it in her mouth, her voice sharp and cutting.
“They will never understand,” Draco shook his head, feigning worldliness, mimicking his father, “Just like that old man Dumbledore always protects those lowly Muggles.” “I really don’t know, but the increasing number of Mudbloods Hogwarts accepts definitely has something to do with him.” Similar conversations were playing out all over the Slytherin long table.
The Little Wizards from Pure-blood families were mocking Canberra and every Muggle-born Little Wizard to the fullest.
Meanwhile, the Little Wizards from mixed-blood families echoed them without a care, and the entire long table had clearly formed a small society.
Canberra’s right thumb moved slightly, bending the fork in her hand.
She had just heard someone use the word “Mudblood” again.
She remembered that word was used by the Malfoy father and son to insult Hermione.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Canberra gulped down the meat patty in her mouth, her gaze unfriendly as she scanned the Slytherin long table.
They were really getting into it with their insults.
The parts about her were one thing.
But those repeated “Mudblood”s definitely included the little cub in their insults.
Even if they didn’t specifically target the little cub, the broadness of their language had already hurt the little cub.
Moreover, the Gryffindor long table and the Slytherin long table were right next to each other, so the little cub could easily hear these words.
Sure enough, at the Gryffindor long table, many Little Wizards were already frowning and looking back at the Slytherin long table.
They all knew that the Slytherins had serious blood purity issues.
But usually, they wouldn’t say such things so openly, especially those repeated “Mudblood”s.
And they said it right in the Great Hall, how dared they?
Not to mention the “half-breed” from their mouths, who were they insulting?
It could only be said that Canberra’s presence completely stimulated the blood purity ideology that the Slytherin Little Snakes usually dared not express in public.
It also made them completely unable to suppress the malice in their hearts towards everyone other than Pure-blood Wizards like themselves.
And once the first person took the lead in venting this malice, the outpouring of this malice became completely unstoppable.
The Gryffindor Little Wizards had to constantly take deep breaths, grip their forks and dinner knives tightly, and constantly remind themselves that they were in the Great Hall.
Otherwise, they felt they would lose control and rush over to teach these fellows a lesson.
Canberra’s gaze slowly shifted to Hermione.
She watched as the little cub’s emotions slowly changed from initial excitement to the current low.
However, there was no trace of retreat or fear on her face; on the contrary, although her emotions were clearly low, she stubbornly bit her lower lip and straightened her back.
She seemed to want to prove that she was no worse than anyone else.
The Gryffindor Little Wizards were mindful that this was the Great Hall, and that Professors and the Principal were still sitting at the faculty table, but Canberra wouldn’t be so cautious.
The little cub was her first, and currently only, friend.
Never mind Little Wizards, Professors, or the Principal.
Even if a Kaiju wanted to bully the little cub, Canberra would endure the pain and fight it to the death.
This was her only friend in her long years of existence; she wasn’t meant to suffer grievances!
A pinkish-white tentacle behind her suddenly elongated, striking the floor with a terrifying force.
Bang!
Accompanied by a violent explosion, a spiderweb-like network of cracks appeared on the Great Hall floor of Hogwarts.
The Great Hall instantly fell silent, and everyone’s gaze focused on Canberra.
Hannah, sitting next to her, didn’t even react when her fork fell from her hand.
Canberra’s green eyes slowly shifted to the Slytherin long table.
“Humans have mouths, and their primary purpose is to eat.” “Not to say dirty words.
If you can’t control your mouths, then never eat again!” As soon as her words fell, sixteen tentacles beneath her Wizard robes uniformly elongated and shot out, “surrounding” the Slytherin long table from all directions.
Screech…
a sound of chairs scraping.
Many Slytherin Little Snakes suddenly stood up, their wands pointed directly at Canberra.
Seeing this happen, the Gryffindors, who had been on the verge of losing control, were about to stand up and draw their wands.
The Hufflepuffs, wanting to protect their classmates, were doing the same.
They, the Hufflepuffs, were just gentle by nature and unwilling to cause trouble, but they were not cowardly.
On the contrary, loyal to their friends, seeing their housemate being pointed at with wands, they would absolutely not remain indifferent.
However, faster than them was Canberra herself.
“Pointing those pathetic little sticks at me?” Canberra raised an eyebrow, looking at the standing Slytherins with interest.
A terrifying aura began to emanate from her entire being, the aura of a king among all living creatures.
At this moment, the Little Snakes holding their wands felt their hearts pounding wildly, followed by intense throbbing pain, as if they had received some strong stimulation, even as if their hearts were about to burst.
The instantly tense atmosphere even made the Professors and Headmaster Dumbledore pause before reacting.
Compared to the other Professors, Headmaster Dumbledore, who was the only one who had seen Canberra’s true form, appeared more anxious.
He abandoned his usual calm demeanor; although his face remained outwardly unperturbed, he quickly stood up, if nothing else.
Just the size of Canberra’s true form that he had seen was not something one or two Wizards could handle; even if all of Hogwarts, or even the entire British wizarding world, combined, it wouldn’t be enough!
These children were still pointing their wands at her.
If she felt threatened or became completely hostile, these children would absolutely die here.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”