Hogwarts White Knight

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"Wake up, wake up, Gawain!"

In the haze, Gawain felt someone shaking him hard.

He subconsciously bent his right arm to form a fist and hit the man. Since an "unfortunate" accident yesterday, he found that his hand felt particularly good.

"Harry?"

However, Gawain restrained his desire in time and opened his eyes sleepily.

"For the sake of that guy named Merlin, where did you go yesterday? Also, you've already missed breakfast, and lunch is in an hour."

Harry adjusted his glasses and asked anxiously.

"I...had a chat with Professor Dumbledore yesterday about...music."

Gawain struggled to focus his eyes and shook his head.

When he returned to the Gryffindor common room last night, it was already today. He fed some canned food to Abyss, who had been sent to the dormitory. After washing, he was cursed by a curse called a bed.

Also had a nightmare.

——In his dream, he dreamed of that door again. He was being dragged inwards forcefully and had difficulty breathing.

But for some reason, when he saw it again, he felt far less horrified than the first time.

"Speaking of which, are you having trouble breathing...?"

Suddenly thinking of something strange, Gawain sat up and saw a black hair ball on the other side of his pillow.

At some point, the little black cat Abyss sneaked onto his pillow and curled up into a cat cake.

"Music? This is your class schedule. The first period in the afternoon is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. Don't be too late."

Harry looked at Gawain confused, completely unable to understand why Principal Dumbledore wanted to discuss "things about music" with a new student.

He shook his head to get rid of the strange thoughts, took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Gawain.

"Thank you, Harry."

Gawain took the course schedule and looked at it briefly.

"Transfiguration, spells, history of magic, herbs, potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and astronomy classes... Eton College will definitely not have these things."

He thought to himself, and after confirming the time, he folded the parchment and put it into the pocket of his pajamas.

"You're welcome, actually it's not what I thought of... You should thank Hermione, she helped you organize the course schedule, and asked me to come back to remind you not to miss the Transfiguration class."

Harry scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, as if he was a little ashamed that he didn't think as carefully as he thought.

"Rather than not missing classes, it's better not to deduct points from the college for being late, right?"

Gawain sighed, and in his mind Hermione raised her eyebrows and was about to get angry.

"On the first day of school! I overslept and missed the dean's transfiguration class! I also deducted points from the college!"

He imitated Hermione and raised his voice slightly, making Harry laugh.

"Okay, Gawain, you are right. I went downstairs first. Ron is still waiting for me. He said there is a very interesting place in the castle."

After a while, Harry said goodbye to Gawain and opened the door to the dormitory.

"Magic..."

Gawain touched the cat cake on the pillow. Because of Harry, most of his anger in getting up has gone away.

After getting out of bed, washing up, arranging his hair, and putting on the robe that was already covered with the scarlet ribbon that symbolized Gryffindor, Gawain was ready to go.

But when he reached the bedroom door, he hesitated for a moment, then turned back and took out a canned cat.

"Tsk tsk."

Carefully pull open the edge, leaving a small gap in the can just enough for the smell to pass through, but not enough for the tongue of the abyss to lick in.

“Wish you sweet dreams and a pleasant meal

;(bon appetit!)”

With a sly smile, he placed the box of cans on the bedside table.

Coming out of the Gryffindor common room is Hogwarts' "infamous", no, "famous" spiral staircase.

There are dozens of them, constantly changing their positions. Not only are they different in size, they are also wobbly, as if they are undergoing Brownian motion all the time.

What's worse is that sometimes, when you reach the middle, the steps will suddenly disappear, leaving you with one foot missing, and then suddenly appear again, trapping your feet.

Among them, the particularly bad ones even go to different places every Friday.

Furthermore, the door is anything but reassuring.

They are managed by the portraits. If they cannot politely ask them to open it or poke it in the right place, they will never be accommodating no matter how reliable the reason is.

"For the sake of who, uh, should I say Merlin... whoever is in charge!"

Gawain slapped the door in front of him so hard that the wizard in the portrait was so frightened that the long pipe in his mouth fell to the ground.

From the outside, the door looked like a common handle, but when he opened it, there was a bare wall inside.

He wanted to send his best wishes to the man who designed this weird thing, and send him without a map to a Dallas overpass.

"It seems that this is the only way to do it."

Seeing the sun outside the window getting higher and higher, Gawain felt that if he delayed any longer, he would have to give up lunch.

He must go to the auditorium most directly and quickly.

And a well-known theorem.

The shortest line segment is between two points.

"A true warrior doesn't need a sword, so a true wizard doesn't need these damn stairs."

Standing on the side of the stairs, Gawain held the wand, pointing the top of the wand towards himself.

"aresto momentum!"

He tried jumping twice to confirm that the spell was effective, and then walked carefully to the edge of a disconnected step.

Take one step.

"I don't feel gravity, perfect."

Praising himself in his mind, Gawain took another step while maintaining the connection of the curse.

In this way, both of his feet left the ground, but seemed to be stepping on a floor made of air.

"The next step is to move down two flights of stairs to the passage on the third floor. You can take the stairs to the auditorium."

Gawain thought, looking around to make sure there were no students or professors passing by.

The effect of the slowing spell was to make him slowly fall downwards, but the speed would be hopelessly slow, and his skills were not skilled enough to maintain the effect of the spell while also affecting the speed of his fall.

However, he actually already has a method.

only...

It's just not very elegant.

Fortunately, the morning classes are now over and almost all the students are in the auditorium.

"As long as it's not discovered, it didn't happen."

Gawain nodded, took a deep breath, swung his arms forward, bent his legs into a bow, and moved forward slowly with his head down.

It's like...breaststroke.

Fortunately, although this method sounds unreliable and not decent enough, it is at least effective.

After successfully standing at the passageway on the third floor, Gawain took a deep breath and canceled the spell.

"Good day."

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded from behind him.

ps: bon appetit, happy dining in French. The information about the spiral staircase and door comes from the introduction of the Magic Stone, and the map refers to pm, which is appropriately rationalized.

pps: This chapter is not about water, this spell is a very important basic part.

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