Chapter 11: Dudley's First Night

Prefect Percy, who was sitting next to Harry, asked, "Sir Nicholas, are you having a good summer?"

"It's boring, my application to join the Headless Hunting Club was rejected again. Sir Nicholas flew out of the table and floated above.

"I know who you are!" Ron said suddenly, "two of my older brothers told me about you—you're the 'Nick who almost lost his head'!"

"I think I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Messi-Porpington. Sir Nicholas looked a little nervous.

"Almost headless?" Hermione asked, making a funny look, "How could you be almost headless?"

Please note!High energy ahead!When he watched the movie in his previous life, Dudley felt that this section was a little disgusting.

Sir Nicholas looked angry, apparently he did not want to talk about it.

"It's like this. He said impatiently, and then he grabbed his hair and pulled it down, tearing his neck straight open, leaving only a layer of skin connecting his neck to his skull. It seems that when someone cut off his head, he was not able to cut it off completely.

Hermione closed her eyes in fear, thinking that she regretted talking about it.

Dudley swallowed in disgust, he looked at the broken neck of Sir Nicholas, and he could clearly see the bones and flesh, which was like pudding, and felt like a squirming and eating dessert!

Very spicy-eyed, Dudley complained, "Miss Bunny! ”

Sir Nicholas looked at their frightened expressions, and he happily shook his head slightly, reconnected it to his neck, cleared his throat, and said, "Alright, new Gryffindors! I hope you can help us win the House Cup this year, okay? Gryffindor has never won a prize for so long." Slytherin has won six in a row! Barrow the Bloody Man is unbearable, he is the ghost of Slytherin. ”

Dudley looked over to the Slytherin table and saw a terrifying ghost sitting beside it, staring with glazed eyes and his robes stained with silver blood. Barrow the Bloody Man happened to be sitting next to Malfoy, and he looked at Malfoy with a constipated expression and amused.

"How did he get blood all over his body?" asked Harry, curious.

"I never asked. Nick, who was almost headless, said stiffly, looking like he was scared of Barrow the Bloody.

"Don't worry, Nick, if you don't win the House Cup this year, I'll eat the Gryffindor long table. Dudley said, slapping the table.

This stunned the lion cubs around them.

Harry leaned over and whispered, "Aren't you afraid to eat the table then?"

Dudley laughed, and he said, "It's not you!"

The Gryffindor lions who had fried the pot were all talking about it.

The gossip always spreads very quickly, and all four academies know about it.

The Slytherin table was the most noisy. Everyone unanimously agreed that Dudley would have a table eating performance at the end.

It wasn't until the dessert disappeared and Professor Dumbledore got back to his feet that the Great Hall fell silent.

"Pleasant times always go by so quickly. Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song!" Dumbledore said loudly with his arms outstretched.

Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a long ribbon of gold flew out, twisting high above the dining table like a snake and coiling lines of text.

"Everyone chooses their favorite tune. Ready, sing!" said Dumbledore cheerfully.

So all the teachers and students sang loudly: Hogwarts, Hogwarts......

Dudley looked at Lao Deng, waving his wand and improvising with the singing, just like the aunt who danced the square dance in his previous life. He felt that he should give Lao Deng a good time.

Dudley was thinking of the square dance drama of his past life, the Little Apple. He sang so loudly that it even drowned out the Weasley twins' funeral march.

After a while, all the teachers and students fell silent, and Dudley was left singing alone.

Lao Deng listened to it, and the extent of his writhing was even more exaggerated. Until he finished directing the last few bars, he still had some unfinished business.

"Music!" said Dumbledore, holding his waist, "It's so charming, please forgive me for being an old man, or I think we can do it again." ”

"Hey, brother, teach us to sing this tune next time. George and Fred said in unison.

Dudley coughed in a somewhat dry throat.

"It's bedtime time. Let's go back to the dormitory. ”

Gryffindors were fierce lions, and as soon as they heard that they could go to bed, they rushed out of the Great Hall. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw walked slowly at the end, and Dudley could hear Slytherin House taunts that they were a group of reckless lions without manners.

Walking out of the auditorium, the Gryffindor first-year students followed Percy, and when they turned a corner, Percy said, "Everybody, come along." Thank you!"

They came to the edge of a marble staircase.

"It's the straightest way to the dormitory, but keep an eye out for the stairs, they change direction at any time. Percy said.

Dudley listened to Percidi's words and looked up, just in time to see several stairs changing direction high above his head.

"Gryffindor go this way, please follow, follow me. Percy took the lead and walked to the left.

As they walked up the stairs, the portraits on the walls around them pointed at them, each one communicating with each other. Not to be outdone, the first-grade lion cubs communicated with each other and pointed at each other.

Hermione pointed to one of the paintings and said, "Hey, look, she's not looking at you." ”

Among them is a figure in the painting, wearing a long white dress and holding a bouquet of flowers, and she lifts her skirt and salutes the first-year students. An elderly portrait of a scholar said to them, "Welcome to Hogwarts!"

Percy led the way, and by the way, he explained that there were a total of one hundred and forty-two stairs in Hogwarts. Some of them are wide and large, some are narrow and small, and they are wobbly, some of them lead to different places every Friday, and some of them go up halfway up and a staircase suddenly disappears, and you have to remember where to jump over. Plus, there are a lot of doors that won't open for you if you politely ask them to open them, or poke them in the right place. There are also doors that are not real doors at all, just solid walls that look like doors. It's hard to remember what's in what place, because everything seems to be constantly moving. Sometimes the people in the portrait are constantly visiting each other, and even the armor is moving.

They had gone up many flights of stairs and turned many corners, and Dudley was still wondering how long he would have to walk, when the man in front of them suddenly stopped.

Dudley thought he was already a little dazed, eating too much and wanting to sleep.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts. "There was a voice singing in the same tune that Dudley had begun to sing, but it was out of tune.

The lion cubs only had voices in their ears, and they didn't see who was singing.

Percy raised her voice and said, "Peeves, come out." ”

Peeves, a ghost who specializes in playing pranks. He can't really be counted as a ghost, but as a spirit.

Ghosts are the marks left by the dead, and Peeves are a psychological energy that has been subjected to a lot of pressure from Hogwarts students for thousands of years.

He was answered by a loud, shrill pop like a deflated balloon.

"Do you want me to find Barrot the Bloody?" Percy said in a somewhat annoyed manner.

With a pop, a dwarf suddenly appeared, with a pair of evil black eyes and a large mouth, floating cross-legged in mid-air.

"Hehe!" he said with a disdainful smile and a wicked smile, "First year boys, you have disturbed me. ”

Peeves suddenly lunged at the students, and the students were stunned.

"Go away, Peeves, or I'll tell Barrow the Bloody, I'm not kidding!" Percy yelled.

Peeves stuck his tongue out at them, then vanished.

After Peeves left, Percy led the group in a walk, and he said, "Be wary of Peeves. Barrow the Bloody Man was the only one who could hold him down, and he couldn't even listen to us prefects. ”

Percy said: "Like some ghosts, you don't have the slightest way to deal with them, and often when you are about to open a door, a ghost will suddenly pop out from behind the door and startle you. The best of them all is the ghost of the Gryffindor Tower, the almost headless Nick, who is happy to show the way to the new Gryffindor students, but if you're running into a prankster Peeves when you're running into a prankster, it's even more difficult than running into two locked doors and a staircase with a lot of traps. He will snap the wastepaper basket to your head, remove the carpet from your feet, or throw chalk heads at your head, or sneak behind you, grab your nose and scream when you can't see, "Grab your nose!"

This time they didn't have long to go, and they stopped again, but this time it wasn't because Peeves had arrived.

At the end of the hallway hangs a portrait. The portrait shows a very rich woman dressed in pink.

"Password?" she asked.

"Password: Dragon Slag. Percy replied.

I saw that the head of the painting was tilted, making a gesture of welcoming the invitation, and the whole painting opened to the other side. Dudley saw a hole in the wall hidden behind the painting, which was about one person tall and two people wide. Standing outside the entrance of the cave, you can't see the inside at all.

They entered, and Dudley saw that it was a comfortable circular room, filled with soft armchairs.

"Wow!" everyone exclaimed.

Percy stood in front of everyone and said, "Assemble here." ”

After a group of people stood in front of him, he said, "Welcome to the Gryffindor common room." Turn right on the stairs of the girls' dormitory, turn left for the boys, and your luggage has been delivered. ”

Dudley followed the stairs as he walked up, and he felt like he was in a tower. After a while, he found his room. There are only four beds in the room, each draped with crimson velvet draperies. His suitcase was already laid out next to the bed. Dudley's roommates are his cousin Harry, Ron, Neville, who always throws toads, and an old man......

Dudley was too exhausted to talk more, so he changed into his pajamas and collapsed on the soft, warm bed.