"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 this. 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 face
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 took in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passage. When they passed the moving stairs, they did not wait and arrived at the foyer smoothly.
When I walked into the auditorium for breakfast, the four long tables were basically empty, and 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 suddenly said.
"You actually remember." George looked at his brother in disbelief, "You must have guessed, 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 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 around and used, 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 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 (on the left after coming down 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, stone carvings, stone walls, or even paintings.”
"According to what you said, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage." After Fred wiped out the baked potatoes on the plate, he was already a little eager to try it.
"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 so 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 of them 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 the only one?" 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 kind of 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 had fallen on the table.
"My name is Albert Anderson."
"Anderson, aren't you going to eat?" Angelina asked in confusion as 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 hall in the morning.
"
Sheila yelled to show that she understood.
Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet on Albert's desk. However, its accuracy was average and it almost hit George's pumpkin porridge. If Fred hadn't been quick, he would have been soaked in the porridge.
, if you dip it in jam at that time, it will probably be ready to eat.
"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." 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 found out 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 twins said in unison: "The batter is better for us."
