Gryffindor's lounge is at the top of the castle.

Karl's quarters had four beds with four draperies, a crimson flannel curtain hanging from the top, and their names at the foot of the bed.

From near the window to in front of the door, in order: Lee Jordan, Fred, George, Carl.

Fred and George appear excited, and they and Lee Jordan rummage through the room to find something magical.

Carl didn't get involved, he felt more and more sleepy, and eventually fell asleep in the noise of Fred, George, and others.

He had a dream.

A warm dream.

The next morning, Carl woke up with an evocative smile on his lips.

Everyone else in the dormitory was still asleep, and the black cat Hattings was sitting in front of the window, and there was still a flower with morning dew at the head of the bed.

"Good morning, Carl." Hattings whispered, "There's a wonderful change in your body. ”

Carl was stunned for a moment: "What? ”

"It's amazing······" Hattings glanced at the entire dormitory of freshmen, "This castle has given you a blessing, you must have had a great dream last night." ”

"Blessings?" Karl was a little confused.

"A blessing of kindness, I hope you can remember the forgotten knowledge and study hard in school." "There are parts of your soul that are more active because of this, and they seem to be giving birth to something. ”

"However, I don't feel the danger, it shouldn't be a big deal, I'll tell Polo about it."

It jumped out of the window and walked slowly towards the door.

"Now call your roommates, you have to go to breakfast, and then go to class."

Last night, Charlie gave some basic information about Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is large, and there are many stairs, some of them are wide and large; Some are narrow, small, and wobbly; Some of them go to different places at different times; Some of them will disappear halfway up, and you have to remember where to jump over them.

Of course, there are many doors here, some of them require a specific method of opening, and some of them are not doors at all, they just look like doors.

So, the four freshmen who had just entered the school were unexpectedly lost.

"I'm sure this castle must have a secret passage, a secret room or something." Fred, who was fully conscious, looked around, as if looking for a way to the Transfiguration Classroom, "like those picture books that Mom showed us." ”

"Definitely." Lee Jordan affirmed, "My dad told me that there are many secrets of Hogwarts that even Dumbledore doesn't know. ”

Carl thought of the magic Dumbledore had brought him home and was noncommittal.

With that kind of magic, what else do you need for a secret passage?

But it's a secret room······

An ancient castle, a hidden secret room.

This is indeed the standard for stories, and Carl has seen it in many stories.

Eventually, a kind Hufflepuff senior rescued them.

The Transfiguration classroom was already filled with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students.

The classroom was quiet, and Cedric sat in the first row, sitting upright, not squinting.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, looking at the four of them with a sharp arrow.

"One minute left!" She said, "Thankfully! One minute to go! ”

Carl and the others quickly put away their smiles and quickly sat down in the first row - perhaps everyone was afraid of this stern professor and subconsciously wanted to stay away from her, so the first row was empty.

"Good, everyone's here." Professor McGonagall nodded, "I really don't want to see you late, and I don't think you either." This is my first and last warning to you. ”

She took out her wand and, with a flick of it, turned her lectern into a pig.

In the classroom, all the students immediately nodded with serious faces.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell in the Hogwarts classroom. In my class, don't let anyone be naughty, otherwise, I will ask him out and never let him come back. ”

She was satisfied with everyone's performance, and her expression loosened slightly, and she turned the pig back into the lectern.

Then comes the formal lesson, where they need to take a lot of complicated notes.

It was a difficult part, but everyone was looking forward to it, especially Fred and George, and after Professor McGonagall asked them to take out their wands, they began to discuss how to turn Percy into a pig in order to repay him for scaring them before.

Sadly, their vision quickly faded in front of Professor McGonagall's match.

Until the end of class, no one but Carl had completed Professor McGonagall's request. Cedric is closest to success, if his needle is not round.

Even Carl received well-meaning criticism – for his skillfulness.

"Transfiguration is dangerous, Karl. I want you to understand this, practicing in the Muggle world in private may be able to get you ahead of the rest of the world - thanks to your extraordinary talent - but it is also possible that you will miss and cause irreparable tragedy! ”

The same thing was judged differently in the next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Professor Carlo praised Carl for his advanced learning.

In the first lesson, he taught the magic of fireworks, which was of little use, but was the beginning of survival in the wilderness - red for help, green for safety.

The magic is very simple, and before the end of the lesson, many people can set off a little fireworks, especially Fred and George, whose fireworks are already decent.

Professor Carlo had this to say about early learning: "It's a good thing, kids, it's Carl's quest for self-improvement, which is undoubtedly a good quality. Especially in places like schools, you will soon find that students who want to grow faster are always learning ahead of their time. ”

"Doing things step by step doesn't make you great." Professor Caro's gaze swept over the few students in the class who had shown great talent. "Don't waste your talents."

Overall, everyone was quite satisfied with Professor Carlo, especially the children from wizarding families.

They had heard too much gossip about the Caro family before, but judging from the contact in class, although the expression was not rich enough, the professor's profound knowledge was convincing.

And he didn't show much of the arrogance of a pure-blood family, and he showed a friendly attitude towards Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, who were of more Muggle origins.

For a genius like Carl, he is even more blue-eyed, and the constant praise in a class makes Carl blush a little.

At half past one in the afternoon, their Hufflepuff dean, a stocky witch named Sprout, led them to the greenhouse at the back of the castle to study herbalism, how to cultivate these strange plants and fungi, and learn what they were used for.

There are a lot of amazing plants there, but what they do is not magical.

In the first lesson, Sprout smiled and told them to gagged their noses, put on dragonskin gloves and salvaged a brown, almost-yellow semi-congealed liquid from a yellowed vat.

That's dragon dung, a fertilizer that's very nutritious.

After the herbal medicine class, Carl and the others hurried into the castle with tired expressions, their class was not over yet, and the history of magic class was waiting for them to experience.

By the time Carl woke up Fred, George and Lee Jordan, it was completely dark.