The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw common rooms are not far apart.
Although it is not as close as Hufflepuff and Slytherin, it is actually just one more level of difference.
After verifying the fact that the wild boar was eating vegetables, the furious "vegetable farmers" rushed towards Gryffindor College.
Professor Flitwick's voice seemed extremely small among the angry parents - in fact, he was the only one who knew that the students were so... open-minded.
"Open the door, Fat Madam, we have something to talk to some students inside."
"And parents, we need to talk about this seriously and give an explanation!"
"Professor Flitwick, could you help persuade the Fat Lady to open the door?"
In front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, a group of Ravenclaw parents gathered aggressively around the portrait of the Fat Lady.
As veterans of Hogwarts, many adult wizards knew the rules for moving and responding to portraits, and used wands to seal the Fat Lady's dodge space in advance.
Techniques such as "portrait visiting" and "portrait missing" have almost no effect on the wizards of Ravenclaw Academy. Many people knew how to negotiate with the portraits in Hogwarts when they were studying, but they had no choice.
Curse Breaking In - The passage behind the Hogwarts portrait is not a physical space in the full sense, and the person opening the door is a must.
Therefore, persuading the Fat Lady to open the Gryffindor common room door is undoubtedly the most correct and convenient way... and it can also block the other party's way.
"Sorry, gentlemen and ladies, please tell me the password -"
The Fat Lady nervously looked around at the agitated wizards in her hands, trying to stay calm.
"You cannot enter the lounge without a password. This is a rule. Or... I suggest you ask for the password first."
During her long career as a dormitory administrator, she encountered many students who wanted to force their way into the lounge, but none of them succeeded.
Not to mention, Professor Flitwick was also present, and she believed that the headmaster of Ravenclaw House would not sit back and watch other wizards destroy the picture frame.
"Password?! That's great..."
Mrs. Acme raised her eyebrows and asked aggressively.
"Excuse me, who knows the password now? Which professor should we ask?"
"Professor McGonagall, and the prefects...I will notify them in advance of every password issue——"
"Oh, then you can tell me how we can find them now -"
Mrs. Acmore laughed angrily, narrowed her eyes slightly, and was about to have an attack.
If the eagle ring is a puzzle, then the portrait of Gryffindor House is simply a stone that cannot be penetrated by oil or salt.
The headmaster and prefects of Gryffindor House are all in the lounge now, and the advice given by the Fat Lady is completely meaningless.
"Well, I think the fat lady is right. It's really wrong for us to break in like this."
At this moment, a slight cough came from the back of the crowd, and Xenophilius whispered nervously to persuade him.
As the trigger of everything, he could be said to be extremely panicked. He never expected that an unintentional reminder would cause so many disputes.
Hogwarts' "Student Magic Manual" is the most outstanding and proud cross-generational product of "Miss Fool". If there is such a big loophole - even if it is not a functional problem, it should not be broken by him, thank you
Nophilius now hopes that everyone can calm down a little and try to reduce the big problems to the trivial ones, so as not to get out of hand in the end.
"Let me tell you, why don't we go back to the lounge first, sit down and think calmly. By the way, write an owl letter to inquire and apply in writing..."
"Write a letter? Can't you make a phone call? Penelope, I mean - don't wizards have any faster way of communicating?"
Before Xenophilius could finish speaking, a man with a beard frowned and asked in a deep voice.
He is Penelo Crevat's father. Compared with other parents of students, Mr. Crevat was not so excited.
It has to be said that Penello's boyfriend is quite honest. Apart from secretly kissing and touching each other in various classrooms, he hasn't done anything to steal forbidden fruit yet.
"Oh, Mr. Crevat, the phone is of no use here."
Xenophilius glanced at the prefect's father and took the initiative to explain kindly.
"Hogwarts will make all Muggle electronics useless. Unless it's... hiss, nothing."
Xenophilius was halfway through his words when he suddenly stopped and took a breath of air in embarrassment.
He lowered his head and saw Luna's reproachful eyes and the slender hand that quietly moved away from his arm.
Since the bedtime check, his "little moon" has hardly given him a good look - and what makes him most aggrieved is that he is the only one among all the parents who has not seen the diary.
However, Luna's "pinch" to stop it was obviously a step too late.
Wizards who graduate from Ravenclaw Academy may not necessarily be very good at scientific research, but they are definitely top-notch experts at "guessing puzzles".
"...Eh, unless?"
An adult witch repeated softly, looking thoughtfully at the magic book that her daughter suddenly hugged tightly.
"Sarah, the 'chat' channel in your manual should be real-time communication, right?"
"I remember you were still counting down together to celebrate your birthday?"
"I--"
Sarah Marcy took a small step back in a panic, looking at her mother-in-law with a pale face.
At the same time, almost all parents were also aware of the thing behind Xenophilius’ “unless”—the Hogwarts student handbook.
"Penello, call him - that Weasley boy, is he a prefect?"
Mr. Crevat said without hesitation, adding with a serious expression.
"If you want to be with him, then he has to get through me."
"It's useless to escape. I have some things to talk to him about, and... you also want to know what he really thinks, right?"
A sharp light flashed in Mr. Crevat's eyes. Although his daughter had not been "harmed" for the time being, he had heard many bad stories from other families.
Even if he has no magical talent, as a father, if that Percy Weasley is really a scumbag, he will risk his life to separate these two people.
Moreover, the other party's parents happen to be here now - the Streeps' decision is undoubtedly a very positive example.
It might be a good idea for the parents on both sides to meet in advance and, if the child is suitable, finalize the decision together so that they don’t have to think too much.
After all, Penello is also sixteen this year, and Mr. Crevat is still able to accept a relationship with the purpose of getting married.
"But……"
Penello looked around and whispered hesitantly.
"The password of each college is a secret. It is a responsibility, not a privilege, for the prefect to know the password."
"If you try it, it'll be fine. I won't say anything - okay? Just ask."
"...Well, I'll give it a try...but let's talk about it first, Percy may not say -"
Penello hesitated for a few seconds, watching his father nod reluctantly and open the magic book.
Intimacy Call - Percy the Lion Weasley.
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Gryffindor House Common Room.
The little wizards who were eating melon stood up one after another and looked at the door curiously.
The banging on the door did not last long before it stopped, and the quarrel between the Fat Lady and the mysterious visitor from outside also stopped abruptly.
"Is it a prank? Is it Peeves?"
Percy Weasley stood up, frowned and walked towards the door on his own initiative.
As the prefect of Gryffindor House, he obviously had to handle such emergencies.
Ron looked nervously at the entrance to the quiet lounge, and subconsciously reminded Percy to be more vigilant.
"Be careful, Percy - what if there is an ambush outside? Don't forget, Slytherin was almost broken into the lounge by Hufflepuff last year."
"Are you too nervous? Ron...who in Hogwarts would dare to take the initiative to cause trouble for Gryffindor?"
Fred burst out laughing and rubbed Ron's head with a strange expression.
"In case of an ambush, even if Percy is unfortunately "sacrificed", we can definitely make the other side pay a hundred times the price..."
"Thank you, Fred. I'm so—"
Percy said angrily. Before he could continue to speak, the student handbook hanging on his waist suddenly lit up.
Different from the common golden-red magical light, the gems on the cover show a touch of girlish pink.
"Huh--"
Percy frowned and gently touched the gem.
The next moment, a vivid magical light and shadow appeared in the palm of his hand.
Ignoring the strange screams of the brothers around him, Percy coughed lightly and said seriously.
"Um...Penello? What's the matter? We're still doing bedtime checks here..."
"Can you tell me the password to the Gryffindor House common room?"
Penello pretended not to notice the glances of the girls around her, quietly blinked at Percy, and then quickly added.
"Of course, I'll just ask casually - after all, I know the rules of the college, and prefects can't reveal them casually..."
"The password is: Dragon Slag."
Before Penello could finish speaking, Percy answered first.
"The rules are flexible. You are different, Peppa. The Gryffindor lounge is always open to you -"
"——Dragon Slag."
At this moment, Percy heard an adult man's voice coming from outside the door.
Like two voices, the same voice sounded from the side of Penello's light and shadow in his hand.
The entrance to the Gryffindor common room opened silently.
The next moment, a cool breeze blew in from outside the corridor.
At the same time, there was a voice trying to be calm.
"That boy from the Weasley family, please come out. I am Penello's father."