"Wake up, wake up, Gawain!"

In the fog, Gawain felt someone shaking him vigorously.

He subconsciously bent his right arm and was about to form a fist and hit the man. Since yesterday's "unlucky" accident, he has found that he feels exceptionally good.

"Harry?"

However, Gawain still restrained his desire in time and opened his eyes sleepily.

"For the sake of that merlin, where the hell did you go yesterday? Also, you've missed breakfast, and it's still an hour before lunch. ”

Harry asked anxiously, holding his glasses.

"Yesterday... Spoke with Professor Dumbledore about ... Music thing. ”

Gawain struggled to keep his eyes in focus and shook his head.

By the time he returned to Gryffindor's common room last night, it was already today. He fed the abyss some canned food that had been sent to the dormitory, and after washing it, he was cursed by a spell called the bed.

Also had a nightmare.

- In the dream, he dreamed of the door again, and he was dragged inward so hard that he could not breathe.

It's just that for some reason, when he saw it again, he felt far less terrifying than the first time.

"Speaking of which, it's hard to breathe...?"

Gawain, who suddenly thought of something strange, sat up, and sure enough, he saw a black hair ball on the other side of his pillow.

At some point, the little black cat abyss secretly climbed onto his pillow and shrunk into a cat cake.

"Music, this is your schedule, the first period of the afternoon is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, don't be late. ”

Harry looked at Gawain in confusion, unable to understand why Headmaster Dumbledore was discussing with a freshman, "about music".

He shook his head, shook the strange thought out of his head, and pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Gawain.

"Thank you, Harry. ”

Gawain took the class schedule and took a brief look at it.

"Transfiguration, spells, history of magic, herbs, potions, defense against the dark arts, and astronomy lessons... Presumably, Eton College will not have these things. ”

He thought to himself, and after setting the time, he folded the parchment and put it in the pocket of his pajamas.

"You're welcome, it's not what I thought of... You should thank Hermione for helping you organize the class schedule, and I want to come back and remind you not to miss the Transfiguration class. ”

Harry scratched his head, a little embarrassed, as if he was a little ashamed that he hadn't thought so well.

"It's not so much about not missing a class, it's about not deducting points from the academy for being late, right?"

Gawain sighed, and the image of Hermione raising her brow and getting angry came to her mind.

"On the first day of school, I overslept and missed the dean's transformation class!

He mimicked Hermione's appearance and raised his voice slightly, causing Harry to burst out laughing.

"Well, Gawain, you're right. I went downstairs first, and Ron was still waiting for me, and he said there was an interesting place in the castle. ”

After a few moments, Harry said goodbye to Gawain and pushed open the door to his bedroom.

"Magic..."

Gawain touched the cat cake on the pillow. Because of Harry, most of his anger was gone.

After getting out of bed, washing, fixing his hair, and changing into a robe already draped in the scarlet ribbon that symbolized Gryffindor, Gawain prepared to go.

But at the door of the dormitory, he hesitated slightly, then turned back and took out a can of cat food.

"Tsk. ”

Carefully pull the edges apart, so that the can reveals a small slit just enough to pass through the smell, but not enough for the tongue of the abyss to lick in.

"Good dreams and a nice meal

（Bon appetit！）”

With a sly smile, he placed the box of cans on the bedside table.

Out of Gryffindor's common room is the spiral staircase of Hogwarts' "infamous", nay, "famous".

There are dozens of them, and their positions are constantly changing. Not only are they different in size, but they are also wobbly, as if they are doing Brownian motion all the time.

What's worse is that sometimes when you go to the middle, the steps will suddenly disappear, and people will suddenly appear after stepping on the air, and get stuck in people's feet.

One of them is particularly bad, and it even goes to a different place every Friday.

In addition, the door is not at all reassuring.

They are managed by the portraits, and if they can't politely ask them to open them, or poke them in the right place, they will never be accommodating, even if there is a reliable reason.

"For the sake of that one, uh, or Merlin... Whoever is in charge!"

Gawain slammed the door in front of him, so frightened that the long cigarette pouch in the wizard's mouth in the portrait fell to the ground.

From the outside, the door looked like a common handle, but when he pulled it open, it was a bare wall inside.

He wanted to send good wishes to the one who had designed this strange thing, and to send the overpass in Dallas that he didn't give the map.

"It seems that this is the only way to do it. ”

Seeing the sun getting higher and higher outside the window, Gawain felt that if he delayed any longer, he would have to give up his lunch.

He had to get to the auditorium most directly and quickly.

And a well-known theorem.

Between two points, the line segment is the shortest.

"A true warrior doesn't need a sword, so a true wizard doesn't need this damn staircase. ”

Standing on the side of the stairs, Gawain held his wand, the tip of which pointed at himself.

“Aresto Momentum！”

He tried jumping twice, making sure the spell worked, and cautiously walked to the edge of a broken staircase.

One step at a time.

"Didn't feel gravity, perfect. ”

Boasting to himself in his heart, Gawain took another step while maintaining the connection of the spell.

As a result, his feet were off the ground, as if he were stepping on a floor made of air.

"Next, it's a matter of moving down two flights of stairs to the passage on the third floor, and taking the stairs to the auditorium. ”

Gawain thought, probing left and right to make sure there were no more students or professors passing by.

The effect of the slowdown spell is to make him slowly fall downward, but that speed is desperately slow, and his skill is not skilled enough to maintain the effect of the spell while affecting the speed of the fall.

However, he already has a way.

It's just that...

It's just not very elegant.

Fortunately, now that the morning classes have ended, almost all the students are in the auditorium.

"As long as it wasn't discovered, it didn't happen. ”

Gawain nodded, took a deep breath, swung his arms forward, his legs bent into a bow, and his head slowly moved down.

It's like... Breaststroke average.

Fortunately, this method may sound unreliable and undignified, but at least it works.

Standing successfully at the entrance of the passage on the third floor, Gawain took a breath and canceled the spell.

"Good day. ”

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded from behind him.