Harry Potter's Catastrophe

Finally, the desserts disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the restaurant fell silent. "Everyone has eaten and drank enough. I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year students, students are prohibited from entering the woods in the college. Some of our senior students should also remember this."

Dumbledore looked at the Weasley twins.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to release magic in the corridors between classes."

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Here comes the prompt, the corridor on the right on the fourth floor.

Harry laughed, but only a few people laughed. Carney thought that if Harry knew that the hole was specially dug for him, he might not be able to laugh, and maybe he would laugh even happier.

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said loudly.

Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling like a snake above the high dining table, forming lines of text.

"Everyone chooses a tune he likes." Dumbledore said, "Get ready and sing!"

Then all the teachers and students sang loudly:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Please give us knowledge,

No matter we are bald old people

Or the child who injured his knee in a fall,

Our minds can accept some interesting things,

Because now our minds are empty,

Filled with air, dead flies and trifles,

Teach us some valuable knowledge,

Give us back what we have forgotten,

Just try your best,

Leave the rest to ourselves,

We will study hard,

Until it turns into dung.

Everyone finished singing the school song. Only the Weasley twins continued to sing along with the slow melody of the Funeral March.

Carney doesn’t know who wrote the lyrics. It’s so difficult to sing, and there’s no unified tune. It’s really funny when sung.

"Music," he said, wiping his eyes, "is more charming than anything we do here! It's bedtime now. Let's go back to the dormitory."

"Follow me, Gryffindor first years!" said Prefect Percy.

They followed him out of the restaurant, up the marble stairs, and then walked up countless stairs in a winding way. On the way, they saw shining silver armor, moving and talking portraits, and constantly changing stairs.

Finally they arrived at their destination and passed through a corridor. At the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a chubby woman wearing pink clothes.

"Password?" Her lips moved.

"Dragon scum," Percy said. After finishing speaking, the painting moved tremblingly, revealing an intersection for people to pass through. After entering, they found that they had arrived in the Gryffindor lounge.

The lounge is very large, as big as a classroom. After all, it is a lounge shared by students of the same college.

The lounge is filled with armchairs and couches, as well as a number of tables.

"You need a password to enter the lounge. The password changes once a week. This week's password is, dragon scum. If you forget the password, you will have to spend the night outside the door." Percy continued, "The left is the boys' dormitory, and the right is Girls dormitory." He pointed to the two spiral staircases.

They went up the stairs, entered the dormitory and found their beds: there were five beds in a dormitory. The bed had four corners and four pillars, and was hung with a dark red curtain.

Carney and Neville, Harry, Ron, and Seamus were the half-blood half-breeds. He just remembered his name now.

"Good night, Carney." Neville, a real pig, put on his pajamas and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Everyone else was about the same. Although Carney was sleepy, he still had to wash up. After all, he had climbed so many stairs and the smell of sweat on his body was a bit uncomfortable.

After Carney washed up, he was startled as soon as he walked in the door.

"It's so scary in the middle of the night, Harry, why aren't you sleeping yet." Carney looked at Harry sitting in front of the window in his pajamas, looking outside and touching his owl.

"I can't sleep a little bit." Harry said, "Do you think this is true? I mean, we are in the wizarding world and we will start learning magical magic tomorrow."

"Don't you feel a little unreal, unbelievable, afraid that when you wake up it's just a dream!" Carney said, picking up the pillow on Harry's bed.

"Yes, Carney, how do you know me?" Harry turned around and wanted to ask Carney but was hit in the head by a pillow.

"Is it real now?" Carney lay back on his bed. He knew what Harry wanted to ask. It was too easy to guess. He had not lived a satisfactory life in the Dursleys for the past eleven years. Now he Finally there is a chance to get away from them and come to the outside world, which is still an unheard of magical world. Most people can't sleep, they feel like they are dreaming.

"Go to bed quickly. I have a feeling that you will be late tomorrow." Carney said and stopped talking.

"Just talk, why are you throwing me away and taking my pillow..." Harry muttered. He was not in the mood to continue sitting in a daze now, so he picked up the pillow and went to bed.

Harry wasn't the only one in Hogwarts who didn't feel sleepy.

Principal's office on the eighth floor

Dumbledore sat at his desk, took out the Sorting Hat and put it on his head.

"Sorting Hat, is there anything special about the freshmen this semester?"

"You're so naughty!"

"Ahem~" Dumbledore was shocked by his own spit.

Dumbledore quickly took off his hat and tried a few magic spells, but found no traces of black magic. After a moment of hesitation, he put the hat back on.

"Brother, are you okay?" Dumbledore had lived for so many years and had been the principal for so many years. He was still very familiar with the Sorting Hat.

"This is a vocabulary I learned from a freshman. You're so cool! It's very new. I've never heard of it, but it's a great adjective. I can't read that freshman's mind. You're so weird. Not surprisingly."

"Okay, I already know that sentence, you don't need to repeat it." Dumbledore couldn't look directly at this sentence, "Is it Carney Strand?"

"Yes, he asked to go to Gryffindor on his own initiative."

"I know." Dumbledore put his hat away and fell into deep thought again.

After a while, the office door was pushed open, and two people walked in one after another, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

"Albus, is there anything important that calls us here so late?" Professor McGonagall said. Snape didn't say anything, just looked at Dumbledore.

"It's about Carney Strand," Dumbledore explained.

"Mr. Strang?" Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully, "Albus, is there anything special about Mr. Strang? You specifically asked me to take care of this new student before, but I didn't find anything different. , His magic talent is average."

"If it's just this kind of thing, I think I still have a few bottles of potion to refine." Snape found out that it was the brat who disgusted him, and he thought it was about Harry.

"Severus, don't be anxious, just listen to me. I also want to hear your thoughts." Dumbledore said, "You all know how Hogwarts finds wizards who are talented in learning magic from all over Britain, right? . Eleven years ago, Carney Strand's name appeared on the page."

"I called an owl and sent out the notice, but I didn't send the letter. I found out when I got there that Mr. Strang wasn't born yet, but he was about to be born."

"That book will detect all children in the UK who have had magic fluctuations before the age of eleven. Most children with magical talents will have magic fluctuations before the age of eleven, which will affect the surrounding environment and be detected."

"I checked carefully. The day when the name appeared was just an ordinary day. Mr. and Mrs. Strand were resting at home on the weekend. Nothing strange happened. This is very strange in itself."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape suddenly looked ugly when they heard this. Professor McGonagall worried, "Could it be the Obscurus?"

"Not sure yet. His magic power seems to be very stable, and he has never lost control or gone violent."

"Something strange happened during the sorting ceremony today. Severus, do you think Mr. Stern has any signs of learning Occlumency?"

Snape's expression finally changed, "You mean..., that's impossible, I haven't seen any trace of learning Occlumency." As a double agent, Snape's Occlumency is He maintains it all the time, and is probably used to it by now. Zombie face plastic surgery can no longer save him. He is very familiar with this spell.

"The Sorting Hat just told me that he has not read any of Mr. Strand's thoughts and ideas, and that it is his own wish to be sorted into Gryffindor." Of course Dumbledore would not say that.

"It's getting late. I hope you can pay more attention to him and let me know if you find anything." Dumbledore looked at the sky...

This night, three more people will be added to the list of insomniacs...