"Filch is like a great demon king. Albert's assessment of the twins to Filch was amused, a bit like the immediacy of a former student who mistook the stern housekeeper for an old witch.

"No, everybody hates him. Fred said with a serious face, "Even people like Percy say that, and I really can't think of any other reason not to believe it." ”

"What is the kind of person like Percy, isn't he your brother, is it really good to talk about his family like this?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time, and turned to the three of them, "Okay, it's almost time." Head to the hall for breakfast, and then walk around the castle. ”

This time, they take the same path Albert had taken in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passages. When passing through the moving staircase, there was no waiting and I arrived at the foyer without any problems.

When I walked into the auditorium for breakfast, the four long tables were mostly empty, and the enchanted ceiling was gray and could rain at any moment.

"We guess we were the first to get up. George Weasley, who was cutting potatoes from his plate with a knife, looked up at the empty auditorium, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I can't remember the last time I woke up so early." ”

"Three years ago. Fred said suddenly.

"You remember. George looked at his brother in disbelief, "Could it be a guess?"

"Guess, of course. Fred couldn't help but laugh, "Are you serious?"

"Sure enough. ”

"What are you drawing?" asked Lee.

"Recording where we just walked, I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts. Albert flipped through the parchment and showed them what it was about.

"I'm more curious about what you have in your hand?" Fred stared at Albert's pen, and he noticed that Albert had been drawing, but had never been inked, which was abnormal.

"Fountain pens, Muggles use them to write, and quills can't be carried around and used, and it's not very convenient to use. Albert handed Fred his pen, a birthday present that Herb had bought for him, and it had been used for years, though not a good one.

"It feels a bit like a quill. Fred said, looking at the tip of his pen.

"Of course, the principle of a fountain pen is similar to that of a quill pen, but it has the advantage of storing ink and lasting a long time. Albert handed the parchment to the three of them, "We are in the Great Hall now, and if you go out, it is the antechamber, and the marble staircase leads to the moving staircase, Filch's office is near here, and there are two doors to the basement, the one on the left leads to the kitchen (the one on the left from the staircase), and the one on the right I haven't been to yet, the kitchen is probably here, and the entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruit, and when you touch a large pear, the doorknob will appear. ”

"You've recorded it in such detail. Lee took the parchment and looked at the kitchen, he thought he would be able to find it if he had passed, he handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "Where are we going?"

"I'm going to find the specific location of the classroom first, so that I don't find my way to the next class. Albert put away the parchment that George handed him back and said, "Then, drop by and see if you can find secret passages, which are usually hidden behind tapestries, behind stone carvings, behind stone walls, and even behind portraits." ”

"According to you, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage. Fred was already a little eager to try it after eliminating the baked potatoes on his plate.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require a specific password, or touch some special location. Albert shook his head, "I was able to find the kitchen, but I stumbled upon the entrance by touching the portrait." ”

"Why, do you think that painting has a secret?" a girl's voice sounded beside her, and Albert looked sideways at Angelina, a freshman from the same house, who had spoken a few words last night.

"Of course, because it is so suspicious, the size of the fruit portrait is not much different from the fat lady's painting, as if to tell everyone that there is a secret passage here. Albert said in a natural tone.

"Oh!" the four of them were a little confused by Albert's thinking logic.

However, it is clear that Albert's guess was correct.

Anyway, this guy's brain is really good.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked, puzzled, "where are your roommates?"

"You can remember my last name. Angelina's face was surprised. In fact, even her roommates couldn't remember her name.

After all, everyone has only known each other for a short time, and they haven't even said a few words, so it's normal that they can't remember it.

"I've always had a good memory. Albert smiled and introduced, "This is Lee, and the other twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I can't tell. ”

"I'm George, George Weasley. ”

"No, no, no, I'm George, he's Fred. The other of the twins retorted.

"A lot of twins like to play this kind of trick, they like to wear the same clothes, they dress the same way, and it makes people wonder who is who. Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying in this direction.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert. Lee Jordan reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl. Albert picked up a piece of bread and tore it and fed it to Sheila who had fallen on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson. ”

"Anderson, aren't you eating?" asked Angelina, confused, as she made herself a sandwich.

"I just ate it in the kitchen, just call me Albert. Albert touched his owl and said, "On the weekend, I have something to send home, so remember to come to the hall in the morning." ”

Sheila screamed, indicating that she knew.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet at Albert's desk. However, its accuracy is average, and it almost beat George's pumpkin porridge, if Fred is not fast, or if it is soaked in porridge, and then dip it in jam, it is estimated that it will be able to eat it.

"Can you lend me a look?" asked Angelina, picking up the newspaper, "I'd like to see the Quidditch column." ”

Albert said, "Oh, of course. ”

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I do, but unfortunately I can't quidditch in my first year. Angelina regretted this.

"Well, if Quidditch is short of people, you can get Professor McGonagall to agree. Albert noticed that several people were staring at him, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "It's said that the first grade can't participate in the selection, but there are always exceptions, and the rules themselves are used to break." ”

"Well, forget it. Angelina didn't think she could make Professor McGonagall change her mind, "I've already told that Gryffindor will have a chaser graduate next semester, and I'm going to sign up for it then, what about you?"

The twins said in unison: "The batsman is better for us." ”