"I have a bad feeling," Fred sneezed several times, "but Mom and Ginny probably haven't come home yet..."

"Me too," George fought a cold war, "this kind of hunch is often very good--"

Several people were walking in the empty corridor, and they didn't meet anyone for a long time. Anna tried to ask about a portrait of a sitting noble lady, and got a blank eye.

"It's so quiet! Why isn't there anyone?" Ron looked at the armor standing beside them. They had just come to a corridor full of armor. "Harry, guess what these armors look like when they move?"

"That must be majestic," Harry watched as George and Fred opened an armored helmet, which was empty, "but also a little scary—why didn't we go downstairs?" Harry suddenly remembered being pulled by Dudley. ghost movie.

"It's not good if you get lost," Anna pushed open a wooden door and faced a podium. The huge French windows were behind the podium. The purple curtains were tied on both sides, and the distance from the window to the podium was piled up. Small books, and rows of tables and chairs on either side of the wall.

There was no one, Anna exited the classroom and closed the door, "And just the turning stairs we saw just now, not to mention anything else - if you accidentally fall - I counted it, it's almost four floors. high."

"See you at St. Mungo!" Fred pretended to be injured, and 'weakly' fell into George's arms, "George—".

"No! Fred! No!" George matched his performance.

Ron muttered to Harry and Anna, "Maybe they'll be beaten up like this by their mother when they get home—"

"Of course, we won't forget you," the twins supported Ron from left to right, pushing open a patterned door at the end of the corridor.

This is a showroom, with black marble floors, a huge number of crystal glass cabinets, various gold and silver trophies, medals and statues are neatly placed in it, and the walls are shining brightly. The shield is even more attractive.

"Looks like real gold," Anna knocked on a golden shield hanging on the wall, making a rubbing sound.

"Hey! Look! Here's a list of student council presidents!"

A group of people gathered around, and Ron stared at it, "Did you see Bill?"

Fred pointed to the bottom of the Gryffindor row. "Here, Bill Weasley, not bad," he clapped.

Harry leaned in and saw Bill too, but it was the two names above that caught his attention, James Potter (1977-1978) and Lily Evans (1977-1978), his parents ——Once an excellent student council president, Harry had a smile on his face, and he pointed to the two names proudly, "This is my parents, it's the first time I know they are so powerful."

"Of course! They used to fight the mysterious man!" Ron emphasized with wide eyes, "Dad said they were all very strong wizards!"

"Meow—" A scrawny cat appeared in the corner of the room, and no one saw when it came in—dark gray, staring at double bulb-like eyes, it seemed to blend in with the shadows.

Startled Ron, "When did this cat appear!?"

This is—Anna took a closer look at the cat, she didn't know whether it was Ms. McGonagall or Mrs. Norris, but the difference was big, the former was a professor with extraordinary magical power, and when she caught it, the only one He can leave obediently, and if it is the latter, there is still room, at most attracting Filch's pursuit.

"Crap! Let's go!" George dragged Ron out of the room, while Fred dragged Anna and Harry.

"Charlie and we complained about the cat! Grey! Fried fur! Big eyes! It's always helping the castle keepers keep tabs on the students!"

A few people quickly ran out of the showroom and hurried through the armor corridor. They wanted to go straight back to the statue of the one-eyed witch, but they met a person halfway through. His eyes were fixed on these children who didn't wear uniforms properly. The flesh on his chin trembled, "You guys! Why don't you wear uniforms!? Still wandering in the corridor!"

"Do you want to take advantage of the professors to see Quidditch—do something bad?!"

Castle keeper Argus Filch suddenly appeared in front of everyone, George covered Ron's mouth that almost screamed, and several people were covered in cold sweat.

Ana couldn't describe Filch's appearance - perhaps a lot better than Quasimodo in Notre Dame, but he kept muttering \'too lenient with these students\',\'to resume caning\' , it can be seen that his mind must not be as beautiful as Quasimodo.

"Uh... sir, it's not—we didn't plan to do anything, we just forgot..." Fred scratched his head and considered the language.

Filch gave him a strange look, his brows furrowed to the point of killing mosquitoes, "Forgot—it looks like you also forgot about deductions and confinement!" The student of the sect, frowned more and more tightly - "Which college are you from? Why have I never seen you?"

Anna's eyes signaled everyone to step back towards the stairs. She covered her face with her long hair and stood in front of Filch, "Sir, we are Ravenclaw students and spend most of our time in the library, you rarely see us— - It's normal - we've always been on our own."

"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw..." Filch muttered for a while, "You guys are not so worry-free, don't wear uniforms! I still want to put you in confinement--"

"Run!" Anna didn't wait for Filch to finish, and ordered everyone to run back. Taking advantage of Filch's dazed moment, she took out her wand and pointed at the stone floor, "Clean up!"

"Boom-" Filch, who was about to run to hunt down the fugitive, fell to the ground in disbelief. He touched the smooth floor tiles on the ground. He never thought that the stone tiles could be so smooth. , "You are using magic in the corridor! I absolutely want to catch you!"

Several people didn't care whether the stairs were moving. Before Filch got up, they quickly went downstairs along the stairs. There was a burst of exclamations from the paintings on the wall. Harry could see the man in the gorgeous feather suit. The choir screamed, the man in the straw hat with the farm fork jumped angrily from the haystack, and a red bird passed from picture to picture, following them closely, as if it were a A fun game - the whole castle is buzzing.

"Damn it!" The stairs suddenly changed when they were about to reach the second floor. Ron, who was running at the end, was left on the upper half of the stairs. The aggressive Filch cheered, "You can't run now!" He approached step by step. .

"Ron! Stay there and don't move!" Harry shouted, he saw Ron was in a hurry to avoid Filch and almost stepped on the air, but it was too late and Ron lost his focus.

Anna could see the astonishment on Filch's face. He opened his mouth wide. He probably didn't expect Ron to fall down the stairs. Speaking of which, although Filch had always said that he supported flogging, he applied to Dumbledore every year for a dungeon. Oiled the iron chain, but it seems that he always just said that this person was a little bit fierce, and put students in confinement and made students do voluntary labor. him.

Anna could see Filch trying to reach out and grab Ron to keep him from falling. He is a dumb squib with no magic power, so he can only make such an effort, his bent back is trying to straighten up.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Ron was hit by Anna's Floating Charm and slammed into the stairs of the upper floor, but fortunately, he covered his head and slowly floated towards Anna and the others. Fleeing amid Filch's yelling.

"Da da da—" Several people ran wildly in the corridor.

Going down the gorgeous marble steps, everyone finally came to the first floor. This is a very large room. Anna guessed that this should be the entrance hall - so big that the whole house of Anna's family could be moved in, and the ceiling was not high enough. Even in the daytime, the stone walls are lit with torches - worthy of being the only wizarding school in the UK, a luxury.

"Wow! Look at this big hourglass!" Ron exclaimed. Four huge scoring hourglasses were placed on either side of a huge oak gate, and inside were some shiny gems.

"It seems that Gryffindor is better..." George was lying with his eyes open.

"Although I want to deceive myself like that," Fred looked at the hourglass with his arms crossed, "but Gryffindor should be a nice red, not a weird green."

"I don't know, if—" Ron winked at Harry and Anna, "I mean, what would happen if any of them went to Slytherin?"

"There's no such possibility~lightnovelpub.net~ Let me say, all of us standing here—" George looked at Harry, Anna, and Fred who were standing in the hallway, "should all go to Griffin many!"

"Harry, don't say it - the boy who survived, Anna - but it takes a lot of courage to slaughter a bear."

"As for Ron, George and I - the Weasleys have always been Gryffindors!" Fred tapped the hourglass with the red gemstone, possibly trying to knock some of the gemstones off it, but to no avail.

The twins' speculation was accurate. As far as Anna knew, these boys were indeed future Gryffindors.

But Anna didn't think she would enter Gryffindor. Maybe Hufflepuff would be more suitable for her. This idea started from a girl in a black and yellow patterned robe emerging from the right back of the marble staircase, and took root in her heart.

"What a mess, I overslept!" Her hair was messy, she mumbled while sorting her clothes, looking like she just came out of the lounge.

As we all know, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's lounges are towers - towers mean stairs.

And Hufflepuff and Slytherin's lounges are in the basement.

Just now, in order to avoid Filch's pursuit, the group was forced to hide on the second floor. Anna found that there were many classrooms on the second floor——

Did you choose to climb a tower after class every day? Or choose to go back to bed after dinner in the comfort of the auditorium - not to mention the fact that the kitchen is around the Hufflepuff lounge...

Is this still a choice?

As for Slytherin - there seems to be some blood requirements, maybe there is no chance?

Anna has no prejudice against Slytherin - there are also many excellent and kind wizards - I heard that Merlin once studied in Slytherin.