William sat up violently, gasping for air, the terrible feeling of suffocation and weightlessness slowly fading like a tide of memories along with the dream.

What a strange dream, William scratched his head. What was the last thing he saw, the boy tried to remember, but he was never able to recall.

The boy looked around, the other three roommates were still asleep, and Terry and Earl, the black guy, were still snoring, and the high and low snoring sounded in the dormitory.

The fog was heavy in the early morning, and everything outside the window seemed to be shrouded in a misty veil, and those towering spires loomed in the distortion of the mist.

William grabbed the pocket watch on the bedside table, and the time on the watch showed that it was just after three o'clock.

It should be impossible to sleep again, and William reluctantly got up and got out of bed. After a brief wash, I went downstairs to the lounge.

There was no one in the lounge early in the morning, so I guess everyone was still sleeping at this time.

William sat down at a random long table, took out the letterhead, considered the sentence slightly, and then quickly began to write.

The boy was going to write about these problems he had recently discovered to his father, to ask the duke for advice, and to tell his mother that he was safe.

Soon, William had written the letter, sealed it with fire paint, and the boy left the common room and walked towards the owl hut in Sita.

Jupiter was quite unhappy that his master had woken him up so early for two days in a row, pecked William hard, and begged for a lot of dried meat to relieve his anger.

Then he stretched out a leg, and let William tie the letter to his leg, and spread his wings and flew out of the shed, and the little one grew up very quickly, and stood so out of the crowd of owls.

It seems that Jupiter will have to change the environment, and the cramped shack is about to be unable to fit it. William thought helplessly, where to put it?

Oh yes, I think Hagrid would love it. After all, his unique taste likes all kinds of beasts of prey, and it should be okay to think about birds of prey.

William thought as he walked towards the lounge,

On his return, Knocker asks William a question that does not appear in the original books.

"Why should time run away?" The knocker asked William.

"Because people kill their time a lot." A simple little anagram, William thought for a moment, and then replied.

"I hope you won't," the knocker said, and the door to the lounge slowly opened.

William found that most of the questions asked by the knocker had nothing to do with what was taught in school, and that the knocker seemed to be more interested in asking questions that provoked the young wizards to think.

It can be a philosophical question or a simple anagram, but even if it is an anagram, there is a reflection on cherishing time.

This makes Ravenclaw students a very different kind of people from the other three colleges.

This long-term subtlety will make Ravenclaw students become more and more Ravenclaw in their thinking, closer and closer to ladies.

I guess this is one of the ways for ladies to train students.

William sat down on the sofa chair and began to study the notebook he had obtained yesterday, which recorded the pattern of stairs and various secret passages discovered by the Weasley brothers.

One after another, the number of people in the lounge began to increase, and William's roommates, the three of them, finally came to the lounge downstairs at about half past seven.

"Merlin is on top! You're up early. Terry yawned and told William that the boys had been talking late yesterday, and now the other three looked a little listless except William.

The group went to the auditorium for dinner, and then William, led by William, quickly found the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Why did you suddenly become so familiar with the castle, William?" Terry asked curiously,

William smiled and handed the notebook to Terry, "Found it on the bookshelves in the break room, which recorded the pattern of the staircase. ”

"Cool!" Terry took the note, then took Earl and Ike, and the three of them got together and began to study, but soon the focus of the research changed from the staircase to the secret passages of the castle.

"Look here, it turns out that there is such a secret passage behind that statue, Merlin is on it, how did you find this?"

From time to time, a few low shouts sounded, attracting the attention of other students who had come to the classroom early.

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"William, may I sit here?" A crisp female voice rang out beside William.

The boy looked up, Pansy was standing there pretty, and the girl was dressed up very carefully, and looked even more cute and beautiful. "Of course, please sit down Pansy."

"How's it going, William?"

"It's not bad, school life at Hogwarts is fascinating, and there are so many secrets in this castle."

The two men immediately struck up a conversation, and it wasn't long before Harry's nemesis, Draco, joined in.

"I decided to give Harry a loud nickname," Draco said with a quick compliment on my face, "How about we call him Scarhead?" ”

"Can you mature a little, Draco." Before William could say anything, Pansy said with a look of disgust.

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Soon, Professor Quirrell, covered in the smell of garlic and wearing a large turban, walked in.

Several of the surrounding students hurriedly covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, and then quickly shrank back. There's no way that Professor Quirrell's smell is too much, too rushed.

Do you use the smell of garlic to mask the smell of dead bodies?

Professor Quirrell, you're so distracted! William looked at Professor Quirrell trembling on the podium, and muttered inwardly, this acting is really good.

Under his magical perception, Professor Quirrell was now permeated with that rancid dark magic aura, which was simply terrible.

Even if he wasn't possessed by a mysterious man, he was definitely in an abnormal state.

Since William could find out what was wrong with Professor Quirrell, there's no reason why Professor Dumbledore couldn't find out, right?

However, he still hired Quirrell as a teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts, and things are getting more and more interesting, aren't they?

Professor Quirrell's stuttering and the smell of garlic all over his body made the lesson almost a joke.

When the bell rang for the end of class, the whole class rushed out of the classroom in a hurry, as if there was some man-eating monster inside.

"Dumbledore is really crazy, how could he find such a teacher."

Draco complained to William with a look on his face that was about to vomit,

"Do you smell him? He doesn't even smell as good as my house-elf. ”

I smell it, but it's the smell of dark magic, and all you smell is pure garlic, William's heart

If I tell you, Quirrell is possessed by the Dark Lord, the one to whom the Malfoy family is loyal, whose name cannot be mentioned.

I don't know if you're going crazy because of what you just said. William thought with a wicked look on his face.