Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Hogwarts, the eighth floor of the main castle.

Holding a lot of desserts, a little witch with long silver hair stood blankly beside the ugly stone statue, looked at the empty corridor, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

She still has n’t solved her problem of lunacy. She ca n’t find the specific location of the public lounge at Hufflepuff College, and—from the eighth floor to the negative first floor, it ’s too cruel without an elevator. Now!

Speaking of how the house elf Burley took her before, it seemed to be a short way ... Elena wrinkled her small face and tried to recall the tour route a month ago, looking at it side by side. The environment around you.

The night was dark, and there were several cold medieval knights in armor on the corridor. Most of the characters on the wall portraits slumped their heads listlessly. Walking down the corridor on Elena's right hand is a classroom with closed doors. She knows that there is a Steinway black paint piano belonging to Grindelwald & Dumbledore.

At the other end of the corridor, next to a warm torch, is a portrait of a graceful and luxurious woman. The circular opening behind the portrait is the only entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

It is a pity that the "fat lady" as the aunt of Gryffindor College is not as reasonable as the bronze eagle ring of Ravenclaw College. If they are students of other colleges, even if they know the password, they cannot enter the Gryffindor Lounge. Elena thought about it and looked at her clothes in frustration, wondering if she could pass through Hufflepuff's yellow and black ...

and many more!

The silver-haired little Loli raised a playful taste in her mouth, reached out and pulled the black wizard's robe on her body, and there was no mark showing her college. As a first-year freshman who just finished her school, she is still wearing a navy blue tie with the Hogwarts school badge. It will not be delivered to the bed until the morning of the college emblems, knitted sweaters, bow ties and scarves.

With that said ...

Bold thoughts suddenly appeared in Elena ’s mind. She pulled up the hood behind her robe to cover her long silver hair, and walked to the fat lady ’s portrait, and whispered like a lost bunny. “You Okay, is this the Gryffindor common room? Sorry, I'm lost. "

"Year 1 freshman? Oh yes, this is the common room at Gryffindor College."

Hearing the voice in front of him, the fat woman turned her body slightly, looked down at the little girl in front of her, and said softly, "Sorry, dear, but the duty is, you still need to say the order to pass here-you know the password ?"

"Caput." Elena said clearly.

The Fat Lady smiled slightly, and her left hand was directed to her side. The portrait moved forward swayingly, exposing the circular hole leading to the Gryffindor common room. Elena was refreshed and hurriedly crawled along the wall.

Located behind the entrance wall of the portrait wall, is a cozy circular room filled with soft armchairs. The burning fireplace in the room makes a crackling sound. There are two spiral ladders leading to the male and female dormitory.

On the first day of school, the long journey and the continuous occurrence of events caused most students to be exhausted. They returned to their dormitory early. The warm common room was empty, and Irene was eliminated. Na's worry.

As the "birth point" for the first time to wake up from Hogwarts, this is probably one of the scenes she is most familiar with. The silver-haired little Lori walks up the spiral staircase on the right and pushes the door open. Entered the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.

Lifting the brim of the hood, Elena carefully looked around.

As she saw a month ago, a row of beds with four curtains and a crimson flannel drape spread out from the doorway, and the ground was covered with a red-gold shaggy carpet.

In this era of no Internet and no mobile phone, students' leisure and entertainment are not too many.

At this time, most of the little witches of Gryffindor College have put on their nightgowns, or have gathered together in twos and threes and whispered to the sky, or sitting alone by the bed and reading the book quietly, and no one paid attention. At the door came a freshman suddenly.

Near the door, on the soft bed where Elena once slept, a little brown wavy long-haired witch leaned on the curved headrest of the bed, looking at a huge and heavy book with a feather in her hand. Writing brushes, from time to time, outline what is annotated on the pages of the book.

Alas. Is n’t this Hermione Granger classmate?

Destiny is really wonderful—

Elena raised her eyebrows naughtily, tipped her toes, silently walked behind Hermione, and glanced over at the title of the book in the hands of Miss Knowstone: "A History of the School at Hogwarts."

The content described on the spread page is exactly how the four founders arrived and established Hogwarts. Do n’t think, the cute little Hermione must want to verify what Elena said while crossing the lake.

"Cough, actually, I didn't see it here."

Elena coughed and explained carefully, "However, the source of the ceremony of crossing the lake is indeed as I said. If you are interested, you can ask Professor Dumbledore or" History of Magic " "Professor Binns."

"I know, I just want to confirm again ... Yeah! Um ..."

Hermione nodded absently, just halfway through the words, and then stopped abruptly, her eyes wide and her head twisted in shock, and the quill made a long mark on the page.

"Hush."

Before Hermione screamed out, Elena quickly reached out and covered her mouth, and at the same time raised a finger to her mouth, instructing her not to speak out loud, she did n’t want to be grayed out in the middle of the night Rush out.

"Elena, how did you get here?"

Hermione looked at the familiar and delicate face in front of her, carefully looked around, and asked in a low voice.

"I was separated from the team at Hufflepuff College because of some accidents, and then Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to this floor."

Elena sat down on the edge of the bed and shrugged her shoulders. She answered sincerely, "Although it sounds like a fantasy, the truth is already in front of you. The password is Dragonslag, right."

Glancing at Hermione's suspicious look, Elena stretched out her paws in dissatisfaction, and pulled the little baby fat face of the girl in front of her, with a hint of heartache in her tone.

"Oh my god, what are your eyes? Am I going to lie to you? I am a Hufflepuff! I just thought, maybe Professor Dumbledore remembered my college wrong, after all, they need to think about it today There are so many things, I do n’t want to add new troubles to the professors. "

In fact, what she said were indeed facts, except that some insignificant points were omitted in the middle, but that was still an irrefutable fact.

"but……"

Hermione glanced suspiciously at Elena ’s lake blue eyes, not far away. Although it was filled with sincerity, her instincts kept trying to tell her that there must be something logically wrong.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it so much. Look, I brought you something good."

Without giving too much time to Miss Alltone, Elena simply kicked off her shoes, quickly climbed onto the soft bed, and she opened her robe with excitement, all kinds of pies, biscuits, and candy brought from the principal's office. There was a whimper all over Hermione's quilt.

Hermione froze for a moment, and the doubts in her mind were thrown aside for a moment. Hurry to put the book in her hand and put it behind the pillow. She stretched out her hand and gathered the scattered desserts and biscuits together so as not to fall on the bed sheet or Rolled under the bed, shouting anxiously.

"Huh huh, you go down, don't put everything on my bed."

Before she finished talking, I saw Elena raised her hand directly and put her robe on the high chair beside the bed. She shook her long silver hair comfortably, and then—retracted her feet and drilled in quickly Under the warm blanket, leaned against Hermione.

"Ah! You haven't washed your feet yet, don't fall asleep!"

Miss Beaver's face bulged, her big brown eyes glared fiercely at Elena. Although she did have a moment of fear of sleeping alone for the first time at school, this does not mean that she would not be angry Even if ... even Elena looks good.

"Strictly speaking, this is my bed."

"How is your bed ... this is the Gryffindor lounge, Elena, don't mess around."

Elena turned her head and lifted Hermione's hairy, brown hair that made her neck feel a little itchy, with a smirk on the corner of her mouth.

"Don't believe we make a bet? If I can come up with evidence ..."

"... If it's really your bed, then I'll listen to your arrangement. But, what if you don't show the evidence?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose and stared back unremarkably. She would not be afraid of Elena like the little boys such as Ron, Draco, and Harry. She decided to give the silver-haired witch a lesson this time. Let her understand that Hermione Granger is not so easy to fool.

"Nothing but ..."

There was an imperceptible sigh in Elena's eyes.

When I first woke up at Hogwarts, I thought that I was just a tour that would never return. Elena ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ I used the buttons on my clothes to imitate a previous movie. In the past plot, a short sentence was carved on the edge of the wooden bed.

Shaking his head without explaining more, Elena shook her finger up and said softly, "Touch the location on the right side of your bed. There should be a line engraved there, with the abbreviation of my name at the end. "

"Bedside ... lower right?"

Hermione glanced at Elena, held out her hand in the position she was directed, and she felt a row of scratches.

The finger belly slides slowly along the letters, and the girl read it out softly and curiously.

"I've been here-"

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It is another 3,000-word chapter, and I thought about whether it should be split into two, and I could double-change it by writing a few more points. But after thinking about it carefully, it is better to fill the previous pit in one go. It is the most comfortable place to break here. After that, the details of what was eaten by the same sleeper were not necessary to write.

Hogwarts' study life started like this, and it was the best. Uh-huh ~

If you can guess what movie this is, I might evolve. . . Right?