The visitor's name was Richard Grayson, but he asked the young wizards to call him Dick, just like Jason did. He was the senior that Garfield had mentioned to Harry before, the first generation Robin.
"Is Robin a position?" Harry asked curiously. "Is it the same as the head of the class?"
Dick did not answer. Instead, he laughed and messed up Harry's hair even more. Harry knew better and did not ask any more questions. However, judging from Dick and Jason's attitude, he could vaguely guess that Jason and "Robin" were related because he had heard Jason call Dick "big brother."
Dick and Jason had very different personalities. Dick was a very straightforward and cheerful young man. Although he was calm, he did not mind chatting and joking with the young wizards. Therefore, after dinner, he was surrounded by the students. They did not dare to surround Jason and ask him questions, but Dick was different.
Someone noticed that Dick was also good at fighting, so he asked, "Mr. Grayson, are you also a student of DC?"
Jason, who was watching from the side, sneered. Dick smiled and said, "Just call me Dick, or 'Nightwing.' I have already graduated from DC and am now a teacher in name. However, my official profession is a police officer, just like your Auror. "
Being an Auror was a very honorable profession for a young wizard who had not yet graduated. Everyone looked at Dick with more enthusiasm. Harry heard the twins secretly discussing how to teach Dick a few moves.
Another person came forward and asked Dick if he was going to stay in the Hogwarts. Dick shook his head and denied it, but when he saw the disappointed look, he smiled and explained that he would stay here for a few more days in the Union Building.
When Dick said this, Harry kept looking at Jason. Sure enough, Jason frowned slightly and turned his head away.
This pair of brothers … there was something wrong with them. Harry stroked his chin.
After that, Dick stayed at the Hogwarts, and the Union Building became even more popular. Compared to Jason's simple and crude training method, Dick was more relaxed. However, he did not teach one-on-one. Instead, he liked to form teams with his students and give them pointers.
Jason did not comment on this. Harry could see that Jason had been suppressing his irritation with the arrival of his elder brother. However, Dick was as relaxed as if he was really here for a vacation. Every day, he would sit in the hall of the Union Building and chat with the little wizards ("Wow, housework magic is so cool. You know, the biggest worry of a bachelor is washing dishes!"). He would train them in real life fighting games in the training room, and when he was free, he would play with prank props in the laboratory with the twins and give them some messy ideas.
It could be imagined that while Dick was like a fish in water, Jason's mood was on the verge of exploding every day.
"What on earth is Dick here for?" Harry did not believe that Dick was here for a vacation, just as he did not believe that Jean was staying at the Hogwarts to learn about the culture of the magic world.
Compared to Jason's activities, Jean was quiet during the holidays. Other than occasionally bumping into her at the dining table, the red-haired girl seemed to be hiding in the library most of the time. A student from Ravenclaw said that Jean had a long list of books that she intended to finish during the holidays.
Harry was puzzled. "Is she going to take the Theoretical Wizardry Degree?"
Brainiac Ravenclaw showed a look of admiration. "Even without magic, she's still working so hard to learn about magic. Her academic spirit is very respectable!"
Harry, who had no academic spirit, was only a little curious and adventurous.
The invisibility cloak was currently a secret between him and Ron, but apart from wearing it for fun in the room, they did not develop any other projects, nor did they find any opportunities to use it. According to Ron, there was no need to secretly throw a snowball behind someone and expose the invisibility cloak.
But Harry still could not help but secretly wear the invisibility cloak and wander at night.
Hogwarts were already very quiet during the holidays, and at night it was even quieter. Even Filch and his cat preferred to stay in the warm room and not come out to patrol. Harry wore the invisibility cloak and wandered around the castle, feeling like a ghost. During these few nights, he discovered many interesting things. For example, a knight in a portrait would sneak into another portrait at night to have a date with a noble lady. For example, a set of armor on the third floor would shout loudly in its sleep. For example, the stairs that liked to cause trouble were actually restless at night. They would quietly rise and fall, as if they were chatting in a special way.
Hogwarts were still awake at night. Without the loud talking wizards coming and going, the things that belonged to Hogwarts themselves seemed to have been awakened from a dream and became more energetic.
Harry liked to hide in the invisibility cloak and listen to the breathing of Hogwarts. The light breathing and whispering gave him a sense of security. He clearly knew that Hogwarts was his home, not Privet Drive or other places.
It was during this night that he discovered a secret that was neither too big nor too small.
The Weisles twins were quite famous in Hogwarts. Who hadn't seen, heard, and played with the various gadgets they invented? Mr. Clown was still sighing on Harry's bedside table. However, no one knew how the Weisles twins invented their gadgets. Even their roommate and good friend, Lee Jordan, could only say, "They often buy materials by mail order with owls." However, these materials would not stay in their dormitory for long. They would become tattoo ointment, vomit candy, automatic transcription pens, and circulate to the students of the four academies. So, where did the intermediate link go?
Harry was also curious for a while, but on second thought, he felt that it was a "trade secret," so he let it go. Until one day, he met the mysterious Weisles brothers on a night trip.
At first, Harry thought that Fred and George were also on a normal night trip, so he snickered and followed them, ready to say hello when they weren't paying attention. He didn't mind the twins knowing about the invisibility cloak. But as he followed, he found that the twins' night trip had a predetermined route. After they went up to the eighth floor, they strangely wandered around a certain place several times, and then walked into a certain door.
Harry stood in front of the door in a daze for a long time, trying to recall if it was originally a wall. Later, he found out that the door soon became a wall again. Harry couldn't help but knock on it. Yes, it was solid.
It turned out that Fred and George had a secret room! This could explain where they stored the large amount of materials they purchased, and where they invented the props. Harry was pleasantly surprised that he had accidentally discovered a big secret, but he was also a little conflicted. He had to keep another secret...
Harry, who was conflicted, couldn't sleep that night. He had a naive thought: Maybe I'll forget the secret after I've exhausted my brain.
When he woke up at noon, he had a splitting headache, and his eyes were blue, as if he had been hit by a giant monster with a big stick. What was more frightening was that he still remembered the incident clearly, not forgetting it at all! Harry didn't dare to be in the same room with the twins for the whole day. Ron thought that his brothers had done something to Harry. Unable to explain himself, Harry could only cover his face and run away.
At night, Harry lay in bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. He couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought of the room on the eighth floor, and the invisibility cloak under the cabinet seemed to have a mouth, whispering to him to go out for a walk.
Then... go out for a walk? He couldn't sleep anyway.
Harry quietly got out of bed with a guilty conscience. He gently opened the cabinet and took out the invisibility cloak. When he saw that Ron was still sleeping soundly, he tiptoed out of the room. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was dozens of meters away.
Like a fool. Harry gloomily walked around the castle that he was very familiar with, but he didn't feel as happy as he did a few days ago. When he came back to his senses, he looked up and saw the tapestry of a giant monster hitting Barnabas with a stick. It was the one on the eighth floor, and he had unconsciously walked here again.
How did Fred and George get in? Harry recalled the scene last night. He walked in front of the tapestry a few times, and something magical happened — nothing happened. The wall was still the same wall. There was no door at all, not even a window.
Harry: (⊙ o ⊙)
Harry walked back and forth a few more times, but he still couldn't find the mysterious door. Could it be that everything he saw last night was just a dream? Harry was stunned for a moment. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then walked in front of the tapestry three more times.
When Harry saw the fool Barnabas for the third time, he finally saw a bronze door on the wall. The copper rust on the door was so clear, as if the door had been there for hundreds of years.
Harry blinked. He remembered that he didn't see this door yesterday. Yesterday, he saw a very ordinary wooden door. The red paint on the door was peeling off. It was definitely not such a magnificent and classical bronze door.
Could it be that the end was behind the door? = _ =
Harry retracted his hand that was about to push the door open. He touched the mini wand on the inside of his sleeve and made sure that the Invisibility Cloak was tight before he pushed the door open. To Harry's surprise, behind the door was neither a fat man who was desperately digging a hole, nor a young man in a dark blue sweater. It was a storeroom.
The bronze door slowly closed behind Harry, but the moonlight shone through the high window. Harry could still see the things that were haphazardly piled up: rusty candlesticks, textbooks without covers, a doll with only one eye... Harry saw a well-tied paper bag. The outer layer of paper had been torn, revealing a bouquet of dried flowers inside.
A storeroom. Harry thought that this was like a storeroom that could be found in any household. Dursley's house had one, and so did Filch's.
He picked up a small box on the dusty floor. The iron lock on the box had been completely destroyed and fell off. Harry saw a few envelopes in the box. He had never heard of the names on the envelopes: Locke and Anna. Judging from the yellowed envelopes, the two of them had studied at Hogwarts for at least ten or twenty years. He didn't know what had happened, but the memories of the two of them were locked in this box, locked in this mysterious storeroom. Harry didn't touch the envelopes again. He closed the box and put it in a wooden cabinet.
It was covered in dust everywhere. It seemed that the owners of these objects, like Locke and Anna, had come and gone, leaving behind a part of their memories and never coming back. Then one day, Harry suddenly broke in and visited the museum of memories by chance.
Harry saw that someone had carved a sentence on the wall: Whoever checks the time will suddenly age.
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