The figure on the portrait looks very irresponsible, half of the body is on the edge of the portrait frame, and the other half of the body is leaning out of the portrait frame, and don't know where to go.

Seeing this, the prefect was a little embarrassed. He quickly glanced at the eighteen freshmen, coughed lightly, and called out loudly, "Madam! Madam!"

"Come here." In the portrait, the fat lady retracted her body, put on a good posture, and smiled: "I'm chatting with my neighbor, Mrs. Mary, okay, password."

"Phoenix." The prefect responded impatiently.

"The password is correct, please come in." The fat lady nodded slightly, raised her left hand and made a gesture of invitation.

The next moment, the portrait frame slowly opened outwards, revealing a doorway less than two meters high.

"Come in." The prefect greeted behind him: "It's our Gryffindor common room inside."

Saying that, the prefect walked into the door first, followed by Kewen and other freshmen.

Passing through the narrow corridor, walking down the stairs, and soon, everyone came to a circular hall.

The whole hall is in red tones, red tapestries, red curtains, red sofas, red carpets.

There is no learning atmosphere in the whole common room, instead it has a warm feeling of home living room.

"Okay everyone." The prefect clapped his hands and said to everyone who was looking around the lounge: "Go up to the boys' dormitory on the left and the girls' dormitory on the right. Your salutes have been placed in your respective dormitories. I hope you will Have a great night."

The freshmen were obediently divided into two sides, and the boys and girls went upstairs separately.

After Kewen went upstairs, he quickly found his bedroom. After pushing the door in, he found that it was a round room with about 70 square meters.

There are five solid wood single beds in the room, all with handmade bed curtains. Five headboards divide the five-star orientation of the entire room, and the end of the bed faces the center of the room, forming a small circular space.

Before Kewen could continue to observe, there was the sound of the door opening behind him, and two little boys walked in together.

Seeing that the two children looked timid, Kewen had no choice but to change the atmosphere and said first, "Are you from this dorm too?"

"Yes, yes." The slightly chubby boy with freckles on his face nodded again and again.

"I'm Kewen Quinn." Kewen stretched out his hand: "I'll be a classmate in a dormitory in the future."

"You, hello!" The freckled boy hurriedly reached out his hand: "Selt, Selt Rivian."

"My name is Dana Morales." Another very thin boy introduced himself and shook hands with Cowen equally nervously.

"It seems that there are only the three of us in this dormitory." Kewen smiled and looked for a topic: "There are only eight of us boys in the freshmen, and the other five seem to be assigned to the same dormitory."

"Oh, yes." The freckled boy Selt responded hurriedly and cautiously.

Beside him, Dana Morales also didn't know what to say, so he could only nod his head in agreement.

"Okay..." Seeing this, Kewen put away the idea of ​​continuing to greet each other, turned to look at the bed and said, "Then let's tidy up our bed first, and then rest early."

"Okay!" The two boys responded in unison.

Next, the three of them adjusted their salutations and beds. Of course, Kewen wouldn't keep the atmosphere silent all the time. While cleaning up, he looked for topics and asked a few questions.

In the end, it was learned that both Dana and Celt were pure ordinary people, that is, from the Muggle family in the wizard's mouth, it was no wonder that they had to be careful when facing Kewen.

Cowen also explained to them that he was also Muggle-born, so that the other two let go of their restraint and began to warm up.

However, Kewen regretted it immediately, because the topics they talked about were not of interest to him, and Dana and Seirt had not previewed their textbooks much before the start of the school year, which made Kewen want to change the subject and didn't know how to talk to them. what to say.

With a silent sigh, Kewen could only accept his fate...

The night passed peacefully.

The next day is Friday, followed by two weekends, so freshmen have three days to get acquainted with the academy.

In the past three days, Kewen stepped on all the places he could go in the entire castle. Finally, sighed again and regretted choosing Gryffindor House.

Because going up and down from the eighth floor is really inconvenient, moving the stairs looks magical and magical, but it is the biggest obstacle to going up and down the stairs.

During these three days, Kewen could only see Penello in the auditorium when he was eating.

But after all, they had just entered school, so it was not easy for Kewen and Penello to sit together to communicate. After the meal was over, Cowen and Penello both had their own small circles to interact with.

Therefore, the two of them didn't say a few words in total during these three days, and just briefly introduced each other what the lounge of their academy looked like...

In the blink of an eye, a weekend has passed, and tomorrow will officially start the first magic class.

In the evening, while the two roommates were chatting with their classmates in the common room, Kewen went back to the dormitory alone, unfolded the scroll of the timetable obtained after the division, and looked at it.

Hogwarts classes are held five days a week, with two classes in the morning and two in the afternoon.

With the exception of flying lessons on Thursday and astrology on Wednesday evenings, most of the courses are two hours a day five days a week.

Among them, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and the Potions class belong to the big class, and they take two classes in a row.

Herbology is an exception, with three class hours a week.

After a brief memory, Kewen posted the class schedule on the bookshelf beside the bed, then lay back on the bed and sighed.

"Boring..." Ke Wen whispered in Chinese: "Those little kids only know how to play chess, gossip, and play childish card games..."

"The library is also closed..." With another sigh, Kewen continued to mutter: "Why did you choose Gryffindor... Although Ravenclaw was a little troublesome to enter the lounge, Penello said that they The college lounge is a small library..."

"I should have chosen Ravenclaw, I don't have to be so boring as now, at least there are books to read..."

Having said that, Kewen turned his head to look at the bookshelf next to him.

Among the first-year textbooks on the bookshelf, the defense against the dark arts, primary magic spells, and primary metamorphosis that need to be used in spells have been read and mastered.

The history of magic has not been recited; potions are only a little understood, without careful study.

There is no other choice. can't go to the common room and play with those little brats.

In desperation, Kewen had to use the 'Flying Spell' to summon the potions textbook, half sat up, and started to read...