Chapter 17: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 8

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts,

Dumbledore was chatting and laughing with the others at the staff table,

while Sean was stuffing his face;

Michael was hitting on other witches,

while Sean was stuffing his face;

Terry was taking notes on Dumbledore's words,

while Sean was stuffing his face.

It wasn't until the noise in the Great Hall gradually subsided and the food on the tables vanished.

"Now, since everyone is well-fed and watered."

Sean heard Dumbledore's booming voice.

Well-fed and watered?

Not really.

Sean thought silently.

Dumbledore was still speaking, the content being three warnings: including the prohibition against entering the room on the far right of the fourth-floor corridor, the prohibition against entering the Forbidden Forest, and the prohibition against wandering at night.

"Now, before we all go to bed, let us sing the school song together!"

Dumbledore appealed loudly.

Sean watched Dumbledore and noticed that the smiles of all the professors around him had frozen.

Soon, Sean understood why.

"It's truly awful."

Sean covered his ears.

"If you don't want to listen, you have to sing!"

Michael sang with great passion, despite being tone-deaf,

"If you don't harm others, others will harm you!"

"Makes sense."

So Sean began to sing as well:

Hogwarts,

Hogwarts,

Hogwarts,

Please teach us knowledge,

Whether we are balding old men or children with scraped knees,

Our minds can accept some interesting things.

Because right now our brains are empty,

Filled with air, dead flies, and trivialities,

Teach us some valuable knowledge,

Give back to us what we have forgotten,

You just do your best, leave the rest to us,

We will study hard until we turn into dust.

"You sing really well!"

After it ended, Michael leaned over,

Sean nodded; he had just set the lyrics to a pop tune from his past life, and the effect was quite good.

At least he heard the wailing around him quiet down significantly.

Before long, they followed a tall, slender prefect out of the Great Hall,

walking up the spiral staircase,

walking up the spiral staircase,

still walking up the spiral staircase...

"This staircase is long enough to be the death of me!"

Michael leaned against the banister, looking lifeless.

"You just said the prefect's legs were long enough to be the death of you."

A young wizard named Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Eh?! You can eat pudding recklessly, but you can't speak recklessly, Anthony. This is a secret between brothers! How could you expose it!"

Michael, somehow finding energy again, instantly lunged over to tickle Anthony.

When entering the common room, Sean's face was deathly pale;

if the stairs had been any longer, his body wouldn't have been able to take it.

"I have to find a way,"

Sean panted heavily, muttering to himself in fragments.

By this time, all the Ravenclaw first-years had reached the common room,

and the golden-haired prefect waited with a smile for the young wizards to catch their breath.

Once everyone's breathing had evened out, the prefect spoke:

"Congratulations! I am Prefect Penelope Clearwater, and I am very happy to welcome you to Ravenclaw House.

Our house emblem is an eagle, soaring high at a peak no one can reach;

our common room is located at the top of Ravenclaw Tower,

and through the arched windows of the circular common room, one can take in the entire Hogwarts campus:

the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch, and the greenhouses.

Other houses are not fortunate enough to enjoy this beautiful scenery.

Of course, many people think this is not a good thing, but I can tell you,

if you learn to ride a broomstick, it will be incredibly wonderful!

Oh, right, our house ghost is the Grey Lady.

Others think she never speaks, but she will converse with Ravenclaws.

A little bit of gossip: it is said that the Grey Lady lived in the same era as the ancestor of the eagle, perhaps they might have some connection?

She is especially useful when you are lost or can't find something.

I am sure you will have a wonderful night.

Because our four-poster beds are covered with sky-blue silk quilts;

the sound of the wind blowing past the windows is always very comforting.

I will say it one more time: congratulations on becoming a member of the smartest, quickest, and most interesting Hogwarts house!"

She didn't ramble at all; a brief paragraph ignited the light in the young wizards' eyes.

This was also the reason why Michael and the other Ravenclaws applauded enthusiastically.

"Flying broomsticks."

Sean also remembered that some Ravenclaws with superb flying skills would fly back to the tower.

He silently noted this down and placed its importance after obtaining a scholarship,

then carefully examined this place,

the Ravenclaw common room.

It is said to be one of the most airy and spacious rooms in Hogwarts Castle,

a large circular room with elegant arched windows on the walls, hung with blue and bronze silk,

where Ravenclaw students can see the beautiful scenery outside from the windows.

The ceiling is a dome studded with stars, and the dark blue carpet below is also studded with stars.

There are tables, chairs, and bookshelves in the room, and a white marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw stands in a niche opposite the door.

A door next to the statue leads to the dormitories above, which Prefect Penelope was pointing to at the moment.

"Now, everyone come to me to get a class schedule, then go to the dormitory through this door. Dormitory information is also on the back of the schedule."

The prefect methodically directed the young Ravenclaws to line up and get their schedules.

Sean took his and looked; the most difficult Potions class was on Monday morning, and it was a double period,

which gave him an instant sense of urgency. He wished he could return to the dormitory immediately to review "Magical Drafts and Potions," a book he had only memorized once,

and it would be bad if he couldn't recall it all at once; the Half-Blood Prince wouldn't be there to teach him carefully.

"Sean!"

Michael called out excitedly, and Sean turned his head in confusion.

"My grandma says, people who love good food are definitely not bad!"

He shook the class schedule in his hand,

and on the back, it read: Dormitory 404: Sean Green, Michael Corner.

Entering the dormitory with his arm around Michael's shoulder (unilaterally by Michael),

what came into view were walls covered with blue and silver decorations,

each bed had its own bookshelf, and the arched windows were hung with blue silk.

Sean skipped over these and saw the thick blue-green bedding.

Won't be freezing anymore, Sean thought. ===== CHAPTER 18 =====