It was early October, and the trees in Hogwarts were beginning to shed their leaves. The air in the morning and evening had begun to cool down, and Harry was getting more and more reluctant to get out of bed.
At present, Harry was still living alone in a dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. Although it was very spacious, it was still a little lonely at night. So, he often spent time in the common room or other dormitories, doing homework together, playing chess together, and chatting about Quidditch together. But when he returned to the dormitory, Harry just wanted to snuggle under the quilt, eat snacks, and read books. It was warm and comfortable, and no one would jump on top of his head.
It happened to be Saturday, and Harry did not want to go for breakfast. It was rare that he did not have nightmares. Half asleep, Harry snuggled under the warm quilt until he woke up naturally. He touched the magic clock at the head of the bed and looked at it. It was already 9: 30. He pulled open the bed covers, and sure enough, it was already bright outside.
After washing up, Harry put on his clothes and went down to the common room with his schoolbag. He found that there were not many people there, but Hermione was sitting alone by the window, with a few thick books and many parchments in front of her. He walked over and greeted her. "Hey, Hermione, do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all... What are you wearing?" Hermione looked up at Harry and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Uh, Harry looked at himself. He was not wearing a robe, just an ordinary pair of jeans, a shirt, and a woolen sweater that Dudley did not want. It was not shabby, but it was obviously a few sizes too big, so it looked loose on Harry.
"Shrink quickly." Hermione sighed and took out her wand to adjust Harry's appearance.
"Wow!" Harry tugged at the fitted sweater and laughed. "Amazing magic."
He didn't know if he could do this spell. His baby wand could only cast a fluorescent spell or show the time.
Hermione smiled and continued to read the tomes in front of her. Harry glanced at Hermione's pile of books. There were Famous Wizards in the Middle Ages, The History of Weird Magic, The Science of Happiness, and Philosophy in the Age of Greek Tragedy … Harry looked at the pile of parchment, which was full of notes.
Harry shrunk his neck and took out the parchment and textbook. He bit his quill and started to do his homework. The two of them were silent, but they got along well.
Hermione closed a book and looked up to write some notes to refresh her mind. Suddenly, she noticed that Harry was doing his potion homework. "Did Professor Snape assign homework?"
Harry said bitterly, "No … This is the punishment he left for me alone … because I blew up the crucible again …"
"Ah, this is really …"
Harry sighed as he wrote. When it came to Potion Studies, his theory was actually quite good. But for some reason, when it came to practical steps, there were all kinds of mistakes, resulting in all kinds of unexpected results. So now, he had provided the twins with tattoo ointment, potions to simulate burns on their arms, candies that would randomly grow animal ears after eating, and other product ideas.
According to Ron, who once volunteered to partner with Harry, "Harry's every step is quite standard. The ingredients are also very standard. The mixing direction is also correct. But the final product is like this! I don't know why! "
Oh, maybe it's fate.
Hermione remembered the various sarcastic remarks of the Potions Professor about Harry. She shivered and changed the topic. "Harry, the Shrinking Spell has a time limit. I think you should buy some fitting clothes." Wearing such loose clothes, how could he keep warm in the winter?
"Clothes …" Harry pushed his glasses with his pen and looked up. "I'm afraid I don't have a chance to go to the supermarket now." At the end of the month, the third-year students could go to Hogsmeade Village. Harry envied them.
Hermione suddenly smiled slyly. She gestured to Harry and whispered, "You can go to Fred and George. They have channels to ship goods in from outside."
Harry had no doubt that the twins could do anything since he got the first share from them.
"Well, I can go and find them …" Harry thought for a moment. "By the way, did you see them today?"
Hermione raised her chin. "I didn't see them, but I know they all went to the Union Building."
The Union Building! Harry's eyes lit up. He quickly finished the end of the potions paper. "Hermione, let's go to the Union Building, shall we?" Speaking of which, except for two brief glances during the fighting class, he had never been to the Union Building in his free time.
Hermione looked at the rare bright sunshine outside, closed her book, and nodded. "Let's go."
So Harry stuffed both of their books into their backpacks, left them with a boy of the same grade, and set off together. Before they walked out of the castle, they met Neville, who had finally found his pet for the nth time, so they decided to go together.
The three slowly walked down the hill. From afar, they saw the magnificent Union Building and the angel Warren hovering above the building. The angel's striking steel feathers were shining in the sun.
"What's going on?!" The three of them looked at each other. Everyone knew that Warren was usually in a winged state. He would only turn into steel feathers in combat mode.
"Look, isn't that Fred and George?" Neville suddenly said.
The three of them walked a little closer and found that it was indeed the Weisles twins who were standing on the ground and confronting Warren. However, the twins' expressions were still smiling. There shouldn't be a vicious fight. Taking a closer look, there were many onlookers standing next to the building. Harry and the others also went over.
"Côte, what's going on?" Harry first caught Mr. Smurf, who was basically acting together with Wally.
"Shh, look." Night Walker's amber eyes were full of smiles. He motioned for everyone to pay attention to the angel's movements.
Warren had already stopped, and his expression was much more serious than the twins'. Every steel feather reflected a cold light.
George and Fred looked at each other and clenched their wands together. They still had a smile on their faces, but their eyes were much more cautious.
Suddenly, Warren activated his steel feathers. Hundreds of sharp feathers shot towards the two brothers on the ground. The onlookers exclaimed in unison. Hermione, who was always too calm, subconsciously held Harry's arm. Neville held Hermione. Harry shook his body and silently held Night Walker's coat.
At the same time, the twins simultaneously used "Weapon Against You." Less than half of the steel feathers were deflected, but dozens of them went straight for the twins. At the same time, the angel adjusted his body and swooped down. Fred quickly chanted a defense spell, and George followed with "Petrify" to block some of the steel feathers. At the same time, the two brothers stood back to back.
Harry looked at the steel feathers that missed their target and sighed in relief. However, Warren had already swooped down and was ready for another wave of attack. Everyone stared at the twins to see how they would deal with it.
The two brothers slightly tilted their heads, smiled at each other, and then raised their wands. "Grin Hula La!"
The angel, who had been concentrating on how to shoot out the second wave of steel feathers at the perfect moment to seize the victory without actually hurting the twins, suddenly found that he could not control his mouth. A strange power made him want to laugh so hard that his whole body trembled.
In Harry's eyes, it was as if the angel suddenly saw the twins in mid-air performing a hula dance. Suddenly, he laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, his bones became weak, and his wings became weak. He laughed so hard that he had to fall to the ground.
Night Walker immediately teleported to Warren's side. Hermione suddenly patted her fluffy hair and said to Harry, "Oh, it's not bad to use the Tarantella dance! Why didn't I think of that? "
It was only later that Harry found out that Warren and the Weasley twins had suddenly brought up the question of whether or not the Disarm Charm would work on a weapon that was fused with the user. After urging the twins to use the Disarm Charm on the blue beetle to no avail, Warren decided to take matters into his own hands.
"To be honest, I don't understand why wizards rely so much on wands." Warren finally recovered from his laughter and lazily leaned on Nightwalker's body. "Do you think I can't be a wizard if I'm so careless?"
Harry, who only had a baby wand, turned his head away in shame. Neville, who was always forgetful, also buried his head in his crotch. Only Hermione seriously wrote down the problem in her little notebook. "This is indeed a problem worth discussing."
At this time, they were sitting in the lounge on the first floor of the Union Building. The whole hall was divided into two areas. On one side was a lounge surrounded by many long sofas, and on the other side was a billiard table. Some young wizards were standing there, watching Wally play "one-man billiards".
Warren pointed to the big cabinet against the wall and said to Hermione, "There are a dozen pairs of badminton rackets over there. It's a sport that you girls like." While speaking, he stretched his body out of boredom. "This is so annoying. Why are there no video games, no electronic music, and no drunken stupor in the magic world?"
"Warren …" Night Walker helplessly covered the angel's mouth. "There's a kid here."
"Oh? A kid who's naughty? " The angel raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab Nightwalker's collar. He pulled Nightwalker's head in front of him, scaring Nightwalker so much that his face turned purple. He stuttered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Harry, who was sitting between Hermione and Neville, was trembling. Just when he thought the angel was about to kiss him, the angel suddenly turned her head and asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said in a trembling voice, "I … I'm here to take a look …" Then he quickly went upstairs.
Hermione blinked and said, "I'm here to take a look at the library." Then she also got up and left.
"I …" Neville opened his mouth. Seeing his two unfaithful companions leaving, he had to say sadly, "I'm here to learn how to play billiards."
Except for the students' dormitory on the fifth and sixth floors, all the other areas of the building were open. Harry walked from the bottom to the top floor and found that the gym on the second floor and the laboratory on the third floor were quite popular. He finally caught the twins and asked, "I heard that you have channels to ship goods from outside?"
The twins looked at each other and showed the same smirk. They pulled Harry aside and said, "Channels?"
"Of course we have channels."
"Otherwise, how do you think we make those gadgets?"
"But —"
"What do you want?"
Looking at the twins who were winking at each other, Harry felt that he had been misunderstood. "I just want to buy some warm clothes."
Clothes? The twins raised their eyebrows at the same time — even the angle was the same.
After Harry explained the situation and saw that the twins had no objections, he said, "Do you want to pay in full or down payment?"
Fred laughed and ruffled Harry's hair. "Just deduct it from your bonus!"
Red Robin called Fred and George's names and asked them to come over. Harry thanked the twins and continued his tour.
In fact, the Union Building was not more interesting than Hogwarts. There were no funny portraits or stairs that changed at will. Harry casually walked through the rooms and saw some people gathered together to play jigsaw puzzles, some people playing sandbox games … At the end of the third floor was a room with a half-closed door. Harry curiously opened the door and looked up to see a basketball flying towards him.
"Ouch —"
The basketball accurately hit Harry's forehead. Harry instantly burst into tears — partly from the pain and partly from the shock. The culprit was also frightened and immediately ran over. "Merlin! Are you okay? "
"My name is not Merlin … I should be fine …" Harry rubbed his forehead and looked at the guy who looked guilty. He then looked at the badge on his sweater and knew that he was a Hufflepuff.
The guy recognized Harry. "Oh, you are Harry Potter!"
Harry grinned and found that the room had been transformed into an indoor basketball court. A few senior boys were playing basketball with Young Hero Hai and Super Boy.
Seeing Harry suddenly gasp, Hufflepuff asked kindly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing … nothing …" Harry bent down and picked up the basketball and handed it to him. "Fortunately, it was you who hit me!" If it was Super Boy, Harry's head would probably be a tomato by now.
After saying goodbye to the basketball enthusiasts, Harry continued to head to the fourth floor.
The fourth floor was obviously much more deserted than the second and third floors, and the layout here was also quite strange. The entire third floor was divided into two areas by a long corridor. One side was the library, and the other side was unknown. There was a lock on the door.
Harry was not interested in the library. Seeing this, he planned to go down. But at this moment, Jean Grey came down from the fifth floor with a stack of books. "Harry? You're here too? "
"Yes, I just came to take a look …" For some reason, Harry was always a little afraid of this dark-red-haired girl. Perhaps it was because of the accidental "eavesdropping" last time.
Jean ignored Harry's evasive gaze and said with a faint smile, "Don't you want to take a look at our library?"
"Uh, no need. I don't like the library. Whenever I walk to the door, I feel nauseous and want to vomit … Oh!" Harry was pulled into the library by Jean before he could finish counting his symptoms.
"How is it?" Jean smiled and looked at Harry with a look of reverence on her face. "These books were all collected by our professor."
Harry had only been to the Hogwarts library once since he entered the school. But the bookshelves in the Hogwarts were arranged one by one on the ground. All the bookshelves were embedded in the wall. At first glance, it looked like a room built with books.
The wall of books gave Harry a great shock. Jean continued to lead him inside. Harry found that in addition to the hexagonal hall connected to the door, there were some small auditoriums hidden on the sides of the hexagonal hall. If it were not for Jean leading the way, Harry suspected that he would get lost in this library.
"Um, Jean … Did Professor Xavier send all his books here? What about your school? "
"Thank you for your Replication Spell. Our school library is still fine." Jean looked down at Harry and chuckled.
Only then did Harry realize that he had asked a silly question. He touched his nose embarrassedly.
Jean led Harry through two auditoriums and arrived at the library they were looking for. Harry was surprised to find that Hermione and Jean seemed to have a good relationship. When Hermione saw Jean, she immediately pulled her and asked enthusiastically, "You're finally here. The books here are amazing. You must recommend some to me … Hey, Harry?"
Harry waved his hand weakly. "You guys go on. Don't mind me."
"I met Harry at the door, so I pulled him in," Jean explained.
Hermione did not think much of it and went to the library with Jean. Harry had only seen such enthusiasm when his aunt Penny went to the supermarket at a discount. He did not intend to walk behind the girls, so he stopped in the auditorium to see what books were on the wall.
"The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Pippi Longstocking … They're all fairy tales …"
Harry was amused. He did not expect that there would be children's stories in Professor Xavier's library. He could not help but laugh.
"Silly boy!" A strange female voice suddenly came from the corner, startling Harry.
Harry looked back and saw that there was another person sitting in the corner of the auditorium. She had been sitting there since the beginning, but she had her back to them and did not make any sound, so Harry subconsciously ignored her. But now that she had turned her head, Harry could not ignore her.
A crazy woman. That was Harry's first impression of her.
She was wearing a vine-like green robe, and her fluffy and messy hair was carelessly tied up with a hair band. Countless chains and beads hung around her neck, which made her seem as if her neck was always leaning forward. The strangest thing about her was her abnormally large glasses, and the flickering eyes behind them.
"You are?" Harry knew that she should be a wizard.
"Sybil." The witch suddenly stretched her neck and moved closer to Harry's eyes, as if she was carefully observing his appearance. Then she suddenly pulled Harry's hand to study his palm print.
"Sybil …" Harry felt that he had heard this name before.
The witch suddenly patted him and said angrily, "You can't call me Sybil, you should call me … Yes, you should call me Professor Trelawney!"
Sybil Trelawney! Harry remembered that he had seen this name in the booklet. She was a professor of Divination in Hogwarts, but this was an elective course for third-year students.
However, Harry blinked his eyes and looked at the crazy witch in front of him. He wondered if he would take Divination as an elective when the time came.
Professor Trelawney studied Harry's palm print for a while, showing an expression between disgust and fear. Harry later found out that she often had this expression. Then she turned around and sat back in the corner.
"Si … Professor Trelawney." Harry couldn't help but move closer, "Why did you call me stupid?"
"I didn't call you stupid." Professor Trelawney seemed to be very impatient.
"You did, and you scared me." Harry said truthfully.
"If you were stupid, then it wouldn't be calling me stupid." Professor Trelawney waved her hand, and a few beads on her wrist made a noise.
Harry frowned and thought for a while, but he found that Trelawney was still calling him stupid.
"Professor … What are you looking at?" Harry decided not to argue with the crazy witch about whether he was stupid or not, but what was Trelawney looking at that made her so focused?
Trelawney glanced at him and straightened the book to show him the cover.
"'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' … I just saw a similar book!" Harry smirked and pointed at the bookshelf behind him, "The professor also likes to read children's stories."
"The professor likes good stories." Trelawney looked at Harry through the opened book, "Reading a good story can make me happy … More happy than grading your made-up homework …" She suddenly moved closer to Harry's eyes, "I suddenly realized that Huckleberry and Harry's names are very similar."
Harry was creeped out by Trelawney's stare, and he couldn't help but lean back.
Trelawney saw Harry fall to the ground and laughed with a hoarse voice. She got up and took out the book 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer' from the bookshelf and gave it to Harry along with her own 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'. "Nice to meet you, I'll give you two good stories."
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