Study Days at Hogwarts

"It makes Filch sound like a big devil." Albert found it funny about the twins' evaluation of Filch. It was a bit like the former students who thought the strict housekeeper was an old witch.

"No, everyone hates him." Fred said seriously, "Even people like Percy say that. I really can't think of any other reason not to believe it."

"What do you mean by a person like Percy Lian? Isn't he your brother? Is it really okay to talk about your family like this?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time, then turned to The three of them said, "Okay, it's almost time. Let's go to the hall to have breakfast, and then walk around the castle."

This time, they took the same path that Albert had taken in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passage. There was no waiting when passing the moving staircase and we arrived at the foyer smoothly.

When I walked into the auditorium for breakfast, the four long tables were basically empty. The enchanted ceiling was gray and it might rain at any time.

"We are probably the first ones to get up." George Weasley was cutting potatoes on the plate with a table knife. He looked up and looked around the empty auditorium and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I don't even remember the last time I got up so early. When is it?"

"Three years ago." Fred said suddenly.

"You actually remember it." George looked at his brother in disbelief, "You can't be guessing, right?"

"Of course it's a guess." Fred couldn't help laughing, "You actually take it seriously?"

"That's true."

"What are you drawing?" Li Kan asked.

"Recording the place we just walked through, I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert turned over the parchment and showed them the content on it.

"I'm more curious about what's that on your hand?" Fred stared at Albert's pen. He found that Albert had been drawing but never got any ink on it. This was unusual.

"What do you mean? Fountain pens are used by Muggles to write. Quill pens cannot be carried and used with you, and they are not very convenient to use." Albert handed his pen to Fred. This was Herb. The birthday gift I bought for him is not a good one, but it has been used for many years.

"It feels a bit like a quill." Fred said, looking at the tip of the pen.

"Of course, the principle of a fountain pen is similar to that of a quill. Its advantage is that it can store ink and can be used continuously for a long time." Albert handed the parchment to the three of them. "Our current location is in the auditorium. When we go out, we will be in front of it. There are marble steps leading up to the living room. Filch's office is nearby. There are also two doors leading to the basement. The door on the left leads to the kitchen (left from the stairs). On the right I I haven’t been there yet, but the kitchen is probably here. The entrance is a picture of a huge silver bowl filled with fruits. If you touch the big pear, a door handle will appear."

"Your records are so detailed." Li took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He felt that if he went there, he should be able to find it. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "We will go there later. where?"

"I'm going to find the specific location of the classroom first, so as not to find the way next time I go to class." Albert put away the parchment handed back by George and said, "Then, I'll see if I can find the secret passages along the way. These secret passages Often hidden behind tapestries, behind stone carvings, behind stone walls, or even behind paintings.”

"According to what you say, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage." After finishing the baked potatoes on the plate, Fred was already a little eager to try.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require specific passwords, or touching certain special locations." Albert shook his head and said, "I was able to find the kitchen only because I touched the portrait and found the entrance by chance. "

"Why do you think that painting has a secret?" A girl's voice sounded next to him. Albert turned his head and looked over. It was Angelina, a freshman in the same college, with whom he had a few words last night.

"Of course it's because it's too suspicious. The size of the fruit painting is almost the same as the Fat Lady's painting. It's like telling everyone that there is a secret passage here." Albert said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh!" After the four people listened, they were a little unable to understand Albert's thinking logic.

However, it turned out that Albert's guess was right.

By the way, this guy's brain is really good.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked doubtfully, "Where is your roommate?"

"You can actually remember my last name." Angelina had a surprised expression on her face. In fact, even her roommate couldn't remember her name.

After all, we had only known each other for a short time, and we hadn't even exchanged a few words with each other. It was normal to not be able to remember.

"My memory has always been good." Albert introduced with a smile: "This is Li, and the other twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I can't tell them clearly."

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"No, no, no, I am George and he is Fred." The other twin retorted.

"Many twins like to play this trick. They like to wear the same clothes and dress up so that people can't figure out who is who." Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying towards this direction.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert." Li Jordan reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert picked up a piece of bread, tore it into pieces and fed it to Sheila who fell on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

"Anderson, don't you want to eat?" Angelina asked doubtfully, and she made herself a sandwich.

"I just ate in the kitchen, just call me Albert." Albert touched his owl and said, "I have something to send home during the weekend, so remember to come to the lobby in the morning. "

Sheila yelled to show that she understood.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet onto Albert's desk. However, its accuracy was average, and it almost defeated George's pumpkin porridge. If Fred hadn't been quick, or it would have been soaked in the porridge, and then dipped in jam, it would have been able to be eaten.

"Can you lend it to me?" Angelina asked, picking up the newspaper. "I want to read the Quidditch section."

Albert said, "Oh, of course."

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I like it, but it's a pity that the first grade can't participate in the Quidditch tryout." Angelina was very sorry about this.

"Okay, if there is a shortage of people for Quidditch and you can get Professor McGonagall to agree to it." Albert noticed that several people were staring at him and shrugged helplessly, "It said that the first graders cannot participate in the selection. But there are always exceptions, right? The rules themselves are meant to be broken.”

"Oh, forget it." Angelina didn't think she could make Professor McGonagall change her mind, "I have already heard that a Chaser from Gryffindor will graduate next semester, and I plan to sign up and give it a try at that time. what about you?"

"The batsmen are better for us," the twins said in unison.