Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The common rooms of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are not far apart.

Although it is not as close as Hufflepuff and Slytherin, it is actually only a layer of difference.

After verifying the fact that the wild boar was carrying vegetables, the furious "vegetable farmers" rushed towards Gryffindor Academy in a mighty manner.

Professor Flitwick's voice seemed very small among the angry parents - in fact, he also knew that the students were so... open.

"Open the door, Mrs. Fat, we have something to talk to some of the students inside."

"And parents, this must be discussed seriously and give an explanation!"

"Professor Flitwick, can you help persuade Mrs. Fat to open the door?"

In front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, a group of Ravenclaw parents gathered aggressively around the portrait of the Fat Lady.

As a veteran of Hogwarts, many adult wizards are very aware of the rules for moving and responding to the portrait, and sealed the dodging space of the fat lady with a wand in advance.

Techniques such as "portrait visiting" and "portrait disappearing" have almost no effect in the presence of wizards at Ravenclaw Academy. Many people know how to negotiate with the Hogwarts portrait when they are studying, but they have no choice. The spell is hard to break through - the passage behind the Hogwarts portrait is not a physical space in the full sense, and the person who opens the door is a necessary condition.

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Therefore, persuading the fat lady to open the door of the Gryffindor common room is undoubtedly the most correct and convenient way... By the way, it can also block the other party's way.

"Sorry, gentlemen and ladies, please tell me the password—"

The fat lady looked nervously around the agitated wizards in her hands, trying to keep her composure.

"You can't enter the lounge without a password. This is the rule. Or... I suggest you ask for the password first."

In her long dormitory career, she encountered many students who wanted to force their way into the lounge, but none of them succeeded.

Not to mention, Professor Flitwick was there, and she believed that the Ravenclaw Headmaster wouldn't sit by and watch other wizards destroy the frame.

"Password?! That's fine..."

Mrs. Akemore raised her brows and asked aggressively.

"Excuse me, who knows the password now, and which professor should we ask?"

"Professor McGonagall, and the prefects... I will notify them in advance of each password issue—"

"Oh, then tell me, how do we find them now—"

Mrs. Akemore laughed angrily, narrowed her eyes slightly, and was about to attack.

If the eagle ring is a puzzle, then the portrait of Gryffindor House is simply a rock.

The dean and prefect of Gryffindor House are all in the lounge now, and the advice given by the fat lady is completely meaningless.

"Cough, I think Mrs. Fat is right. It's not right for us to push in like this."

At this moment, a light cough came from the back of the crowd, and Xenophilius whispered nervously to persuade him.

As the fuse of everything, he can be said to be panicking in his heart now, and he did not expect that an unintentional reminder would cause so many disputes.

Hogwarts' "Student Magic Handbook" is the most outstanding and proud cross-age product of "Miss Fool", and there is such a big loophole - even if it is not a functional problem, it should not be pierced by him, thank you Now Nophilius is counting on everyone to calm down a little bit, try to minimize the big things and the small ones, so that the trouble will not get out of hand in the end.

"Let me tell you, why don't we go back to the lounge first, sit down and think about it calmly. By the way, write an owl letter to ask and apply in writing..."

"Write a letter? Can't you make a phone call? Penello, I mean—don't wizards have a quicker way to communicate?"

Before Xenophilius could finish speaking, a man with a beard frowned and asked in a deep voice.

He is Penelope Clearwater's father. Compared with the parents of other students, Mr. Clearwater is not so excited.

I have to say that Penello's boyfriend is quite honest. Except for secretly kissing and stroking in various classrooms, there is no act of stealing the forbidden fruit for the time being.

"Oh, Mr. Clearwater, the telephone is of no use here."

Xenophilius glanced at the prefect's father and took the initiative to explain quite kindly.

"Hogwarts will disable all Muggle electronics. Unless it's…hush, nothing."

Xenophilius had just finished speaking when he suddenly stopped and took a breath of cold air in embarrassment.

He lowered his head, just in time to see Luna's reproachful eyes, and the slender hand that was quietly removed from his arm.

Since the sleep check, his "little moon" has hardly given him a good look - and what makes him aggrieved the most is that he is the only one among all the parents who has not seen the log.

However, Luna's "pinch" stop was obviously a step too late.

The wizards who graduated from Ravenclaw College may not necessarily be very good in scientific research, but they are definitely first-class experts in "guessing puzzles".

"...Eh, unless?"

An adult witch repeated softly, looking thoughtfully at the magic book that her daughter suddenly hugged.

"Sarah, the 'chat' channel in your manual should be real-time communication, right?"

"I remember that you were still counting down together, how about celebrating your birthday?"

"I--"

Sarah Marcy took a small step back in a panic, looking at her mother-in-law with a pale face.

At the same time, almost all parents were also aware of the thing behind Xenophilius' "unless" -- the Hogwarts Student Handbook.

"Penello, call him—that Weasley boy, he's a prefect?"

said Mr. Clearwater without hesitation, and added with a serious expression.

"If you want to be with him, he has to get past me."

"It's useless to escape, I want to talk to him about something, and... you want to know what he really thinks, right?"

A sharp gleam flashed in Mr. Clearwater's eyes. Although his daughter was not "hurt" for the time being, he had heard a lot of bad stories from other families.

Even if he didn't have any magical talent, as a father, if that Percy Weasley was really a scumbag, he would risk his life to separate the two.

And, it just so happens that the parents of the other party are there now - the Streeps' decision is undoubtedly a pretty positive example.

The parents on both sides meet in advance, and if the children are suitable, they will be finalized together to prevent them from thinking about things. It may not be a good idea.

After all, Penello is also sixteen this year, and it is still acceptable for Mr. Clearwater to talk about a love for the purpose of marriage.

"But……"

Penello looked around and whispered hesitantly.

"The passwords of every house are secret, and it is a duty, not a privilege, for the prefect to know the password."

"It's alright to try, I'm not going to say anything - okay? Just ask."

"...Well, I'll try it...but let's just say it first, Percy won't necessarily say—"

Penello hesitated for a few seconds~www.readwn.com~ looked at his father and nodded reluctantly, and opened the magic book.

Intimate Call - Percy Stupid Lion Weasley.

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Gryffindor House Common Room.

The little wizards who were eating melons stood up one after another and looked at the door curiously.

The sound of the hammer door did not last long, and the quarrel between the fat lady and the mysterious visitor outside also stopped abruptly.

"A prank? Is it Peeves?"

Percy Weasley stood up, frowned and walked towards the door.

As the prefect of Gryffindor House, it's obviously up to him to handle such emergencies.

Ron looked nervously at the entrance of the lounge, which had fallen into silence, and subconsciously reminded Percy to be vigilant.

"Watch out, Percy—what if there's an ambush out there? Don't forget, Slytherin nearly got smashed into the lounge by Hufflepuff last year."

"Are you too nervous? Ron... Who at Hogwarts dares to take the initiative to trouble Gryffindor?"

Fred burst out laughing, and rubbed Ron's head strangely.

"In case of an ambush, even if Percy unfortunately "sacrificed", we can definitely make the opposite party pay a hundred times the price..."

"Thank you, Fred. I really-"

Percy said angrily, and before he could speak any further, the student handbook hanging on his waist suddenly lit up.

Unlike the usual golden-red magic glow, the gemstone on the cover has a girly pink tinge.

"what--"

Percy frowned and moved the gem lightly.

The next moment, a vivid magic light and shadow appeared in his palm.

"Um... Penello? Is there something wrong? Our academy is still checking the bed..."

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