Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"He's not serious, is he?" Harry whispered to Percy, finding himself somewhat eccentric.

"Impossible," Percy said, frowning at Dumbledore, "It's strange that where we are not allowed to go, he usually explains why, for example, there are many dangerous beasts in the woods, everyone knows that. I think he should at least make it clear to our prefects."

"Now, before we all go to bed, let's sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the smiles of the other teachers seemed to freeze, even Hagrid.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of words above the high dining table like a snake.

"Everyone chooses a tune they like," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang loudly: "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, whether we are old people with bald heads or children with broken knees, we The mind can take in some interesting things."

"Because now our minds are empty and full of air, dead flies and trivial things, teach us some valuable knowledge, give us back what we have forgotten, you just do your best, leave the rest to us, we will study hard until it turns into dung."

Everyone sang the school song in a hurry.

The Weasley twins sitting on both sides of Tierra continued to sing along with the slow melody of "Funeral March". Dumbledore conducted the final bars for them both with his wand, and when they were done, he gave the loudest applause.

"Music!" he said, "more glamorous than anything we've done here! It's bed time. Go back to your dormitory, everybody."

Tierra followed Percy and the other first-year Gryffindor wizards out of the dining room and up the moving marble steps.

"I'm bound to get lost," Tierra said.

This place is much bigger than in the movie, and the complex staggered movements between the stairs make the castle look like a moving maze.

"Yeah, there are too many stairs here, and they're still moving." Harry echoed behind him, yawning as he spoke.

He was too sleepy, too full, tired from meeting new friends, tired from sorting.

Passy led them through a hallway full of whispering portraits, through layers of drapery, and into a deep corridor.

At the front of the corridor, a bundle of walking sticks was floating in the air, and Passy was only a step away from the people behind, so the people behind all fell towards him.

"It's Peeves." Percy said to the first-year students with some disgust, "a ghost who likes to play tricks."

He raised his voice again and said, "Peves, show yourself."

He was answered by a loud, harsh, popping sound like a deflated balloon.

"Are you asking me to find the bloody Baron?"

With a sound of "噗——", a fat, ball-like dwarf suddenly appeared, with a pair of evil black eyes and a big mouth, floating cross-legged in mid-air, holding the bundle of walking sticks firmly with both hands.

"Ho ho ho!" He giggled sinisterly, "It turns out to be a nasty first-grade kid! It's so fun!"

He suddenly rushed towards Tierra and the others, startling the little wizard standing a few rows in front.

"Go away, Peeves, or I'll tell Bloody Baron that this is no joke!" Percy yelled.

Peeves sticks out his tongue and disappears. The cane hit Neville squarely on the head, and they heard him take off through the air, his armor clanging as he flew by.

"You should be on guard against Peeves." Percy said, leading everyone to move forward, "Only Bloody Barrow and Headmaster Dumbledore can stop him, and he doesn't even have words from us prefects." Can't listen...we're here."

At the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very rich woman in a pink court dress with layers of layers.

"Password?" she asked.

"Dragon slag." Percy replied.

I saw the painting staggering forward, revealing a circular hole in the wall. After they had all gone through the hole in the wall, they found themselves in the Gryffindor common room.

It was a cozy circular room fanned out around an unlit fireplace with plush armchairs.

Percy guided the little witches through a door to their bedroom, and then led the boys through another door.

Up a spiral staircase they were apparently in a tower.

A minute later, Tierra and Harry finally found their own bunks, five four-poster beds draped with crimson flannel drapes.

Five luxurious large beds form a circle around the central fireplace.

In addition to Tierra, Harry and Ron, Gryffindor Juggernaut - Neville Longbottom and Demolition Wizard - Seamus Finnigan are also in this dormitory.

Their boxes, pets have already sent them up, including those boxes containing books that Tierra sent over a long time ago, all lying quietly beside his bed.

The five little wizards, even Tierra, were exhausted and didn't want to talk any more, so they put on their pajamas one by one and fell asleep.

Hmm... Only Tierra took out the toothpaste and toothbrush from her bag and went to the bathroom in the dormitory to brush her teeth, and wiped her face with a towel by the way.

No matter how tired you are, you have to keep tidy.

I definitely won't be able to take a shower today.

Tierra thought with some regret, even though he had learned the cleansing spell by himself, he still enjoyed the pleasure of taking a bath.

But he couldn't even use a cleansing spell today.

Because he was really tired today, not just from a few hours of train travel.

Tierra spent more energy on resisting the prying of the Sorting Hat, he also allocated part of his magic power to maintain the existence of those cursed worms, otherwise once his magic power was exhausted, these cursed worms would be destroyed. The worms cannot sustain themselves, and they immediately seek out the nearest life form to parasitize.

Although Tierra has been studying magic for more than five years since he was six years old, he has read everything that can be read in Merlin's notebooks. In terms of the accumulation of advanced magic knowledge, he thinks it is no less than this school. Any little wizard.

However, due to the lack of basic knowledge and the limitation of magic power, his use of magic is still at the rookie level.

Because of this, the Merlin pill he put on Peter Pettigrew has gradually lost its effectiveness.

This pill is essentially a curse. Although it can control magical creatures after Merlin's improvement, the strength of this control effect depends on its own magic power.

With Tierra's current level of magic power, it's great to be able to control the train from driving to the present. If it were Ron or Neville, Merlin's pill might only have an effect for an hour.

"Well, it's better to use this kind of pill sparingly." Tierra thought.

I don't know if it will cause drug resistance if it is used too much.

Tierra fell asleep on the bed after brushing her teeth, without even saying goodnight to Harry.

In addition to relying on potions, the wizard's magic power can only be recovered through rest, that is, sleep.

Harry also quickly fell asleep, and not long after, there was only the sound of even breathing in this bedroom.