After singing the school song loudly with Dumbledore, watching Peeves, and climbing from the first floor hall to the eighth floor, Damon couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.
This is the bad thing about Gryffindor. The common room is on the eighth floor. It will be quite strenuous to go to class or eat in the future. But - it's strenuous, who makes him like these people.
At the end of the corridor hangs a portrait. In the portrait, a very plump woman is wearing a pink dress.
"Password?" she said.
"Dragon scum." The prefect Percy said.
The painting swayed forward, revealing a round hole in the wall. Damon climbed in with interest - inside was the Gryffindor common room.
What came into view was a comfortable round room filled with soft armchairs, and portraits were hung on the walls of the common room.
At the top of a spiral staircase, Damon found his bunk - five four-poster beds, hung with crimson flannel curtains, and their boxes had been delivered in advance.
Everyone was exhausted, but Harry and Neville couldn't help but say happily:
"Damon, you're in the same dormitory with us! That's great!"
As for Ron and Seamus, who were hesitant to speak, they were temporarily ignored.
"Yeah, that's great, go to bed first, kids."
Damon had already changed into pajamas, waved to the children and fell asleep - this day was too novel and interesting for him, and he was more or less tired.
As for the others, if it weren't for the fact that Damon was in the same dormitory with them, they would have fallen asleep the first time they touched the bed.
The first-year students at Hogwarts have very easy classes.
On average, they only need to take two classes a day. Except for the limited astronomy class on Wednesday nights, the other classes are held during the day.
The first day of school is Monday. The schedule shows that there will be a class of Herbology and History of Magic in the morning, and free time in the afternoon and evening. It's
a pretty relaxed day, isn't it?
Without an alarm clock, Damon got up early that day and looked happily at the sunlight outside the curtain.
Get out of bed, change clothes, wash up, and make sure not to make too much noise.
"Click."
As Damon gently closed the door, the dormitory became quiet again, but at this moment, everyone opened their eyes.
"Damon got up really early, didn't he? There's still an hour before class starts."
Ron muttered in a daze, turned over and buried his face in the pillow.
Harry sat up gently and glanced at the clock next to the bed - the time was indeed early. If it wasn't Damon but someone else, maybe he would have turned over and continued to sleep under Ron's mumbling.
But
Harry looked at the shoes under the bed and gently opened the curtains. The sun shone in, the air was fresh, and there was a little morning mist.
Damon was so outstanding, but he still got up early and prepared everything slowly. This behavior was very unusual in Harry's opinion, but it was very attractive.
"Don't you think we should go to the classroom earlier?" Harry said to Ron softly, with a little hesitation in his tone.
Ron wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and groaned, "Why go so early, Harry? I don't want people to think I'm an overexcited kid."
"Ron, do you think Damon is such a person--"
"Hey! Damon is Damon, I am me. If you want to go, go first. I'll sleep for a while."
Harry didn't want to abandon Ron directly, but when he heard what he said, thinking of Damon's back when he left, he pursed his lips and got out of bed.
Neville and Seamus were also awakened by their conversation. After hearing that Damon had gotten up, Neville seemed to be poked by a needle in the buttocks. He jumped up from the bed in an instant and began to wash up quietly.
Seeing that they all got up, Seamus simply got up too. For a while, only Ron was still insisting on sleeping.
When everyone finished washing up and prepared to leave, Harry couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ron's bed and whispered:
"Ron, Ron, are you asleep?"
There was no response.
"Click."
The door closed again. Ron on the bed had his eyes wide open, but he was reluctant to get out of bed.
The Herbology class was held at the back of Hogwarts Castle. In order to take care of the plants with different properties, Hogwarts built a greenhouse here.
Damon walked slowly from the eighth floor to the first floor hall, admiring the magic portraits along the way with interest. The characters in the paintings were either smiling or frowning, and some even turned their heads and looked at him as he walked.
He found the Gryffindor table, and as Damon sat down, the plates on the table automatically turned into bacon, sausages, baked beans, eggs, toast, juice, cereal, etc.
There were many kinds of food, enough to meet all kinds of needs. Even in his previous life, Damon had never lived so extravagantly.
Damon took out a copper coin and put it in the small leather bag tied to the owl's leg, and took a copy of the Daily Prophet from its mouth.
As the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, Damon was not very interested in the main content of the report. He just took it as a pastime. After all, it was quite fresh to see a newspaper that could move.
In addition, some of the conversations in the columns seemed to Damon like watching a small storytelling session, which was quite interesting.
"What are you reading?"
Harry and the others trotted along and found Damon almost as soon as he sat down, and quickly sat down next to him.
"The Daily Prophet, you can think of it as a gossip newspaper in the wizarding world."
Damon handed it to Harry, who subconsciously took it and glanced at it. In addition to feeling a little fresh about the moving characters, he quickly returned it to Damon.
"Good morning, gentlemen." Hermione sat opposite Damon, "Oh? Is this a newspaper?"
"Yes, a newspaper from the wizarding world." Damon handed it to Hermione again.
"Where did you order it? I think it will help us understand the outside world."
Compared with Harry's indifference, Hermione seemed very interested.
"One Knut will do. You only need to buy it for the first time, and the owl will continue to deliver it to you afterwards."
Damon put a sausage into his mouth, a happy smile on his face, but a suppressed scream suddenly rang in his ears.
He turned his head and saw a few little witches with red faces. He smiled and waved at them - the screams became more unbridled.
"Oh, this is unbearable. The beautiful morning is ruined."
Hermione rolled her eyelids, returned the Daily Prophet to Damon, and quickly ate breakfast, full of fighting spirit.
The first class today is the Herbology class. She specially re-read "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" before going to bed yesterday.
In the future, she will definitely perform better than Damon!
School song:
Hogwarts,
Hogwarts,
Hogwarts,
Hogwarts,
please teach us knowledge,
whether we are bald old people
or children with broken knees,
our minds can accept
some interesting things.
Because now our minds are empty,
full of air, dead flies and trivialities,
teach us some valuable knowledge, give us back
what we have forgotten,
you just need to do your best, and leave the rest to us,
we will study hard
until our brains are a mess.
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